A few weeks ago, a friend sent me a link to the trailer for Bachelorette—the latest buzzed-about summer comedy. Along with the link, a message: “I thought this would pertain to your interests.” Now, whether she meant “the way women are represented in media” or “chemical-fueled disaster-shenanigans in post-midnight Manhattan,” I can’t be sure—but either way, I ended up chipping yet another 80 minutes off my life to watch it.
