When Wendy Davis took a preparatory pee (I’m assuming and probably right) and slipped on her comfy shoes so she could stand for the women of Texas, for 13 mother-humping hours, it brought a tear (or two or three) to my eye. But there was something ab…OKAY! Fine. I admit it. I cried like I was watching the end of Benji or Savannah Smiles. Happy now?
Where was I? Oh yes. It reminded me of something. A slumber party movie? That scene in 9 to 5 when the ladies get away with kidnapping their boss while inventing the concept of on-site day care? No. It was an older movie. A classic. That scene in It’s a Wonderful Life where the townspeople give George the cash his drunk uncle (or, as he would be known today, drunkle) lost? Nope. It was this scene:
See? In this case, the Texas republicans are the nazis and Wendy Davis is Victor Laszlo. (Only instead of 13 hours, it took about a minute). Vive l’Austin!