I saw the original Pitch Perfect on a spring afternoon, taking advantage of a day off work and a child in daycare to indulge in some solo popcorn-eating and foot-tapping in the darkness of a movie theater–one of this introvert’s favorite refuges. Now that this introvert is a mother of two, I watch movies in thirty-minute increments via On Demand from the “refuge” of my bed–a decidedly less interruption-free zone than that inviting theater. Perhaps this is why I so enjoy the movie trailers that I watch on my phone these days during nursing sessions or in stolen/guilt-ridden moments on the playground. Recently I viewed the trailer for the sequel to Pitch Perfect, aptly named Pitch Perfect 2. While making sure my son didn’t jump from a two-story play structure, I laughed at some of the jokes, marveled at Rebel Wilson’s bangs, and admired footage from the big number: a rendition of Beyonce’s “Girls Rule the World”. Then the baby squealed from the stroller, the preschooler whined from the slide, and I thought sardonically, “Oh, girls rule the world, do they? Well, no wonder we’re so tired.”

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