I’ve been meaning to write this post pretty much since I first saw Frozen (...a month ago? Yeah, sounds about right), and just never got around to it because I’m lazy and, you know, lazy. I think it’s time, though, particularly because I can’t step out of my apartment without tripping over a pile composed half of ice and half of very dirty slush. Anyway, I’m trying to work on my follow-through.
[Sidenote: the prevalence of blogs on the internet is weirdly reassuring in terms of opinion posts. I’d normally worry about people reading the things I think, but seriously, who but my friends is going to read this? More importantly, who the hell is going to care? Much like Elsa fucking off to be alone in the middle of the mountains, it’s sort of liberating.]
[Not-a-sidenote: This post is definitely going to have spoilers for Frozen. Like, a lot of them. Almost immediately.]
So, Frozen was okay.
