You haven't seen this many women in line since they were allowed to vote.

Tomorrow. It's here. May 30th. When every female in the city syncs up and estrogen fills the theaters faster than day 14 of the cycle. Fandango has already reported an astounding 90% of advance sales for a bunch of crazy bitches that don't want to have to pull hair to get in. Still don't know how to get out of work? You're a woman. You're full of excuses. Feign a menstrual headache. Fake cry. Come up with a sexual harassment charge on your co-worker and bolt. Whatever you have to do, do it. And celebrate being a woman by passively aggressively making your friends feel bad they didn't see it opening night.

Prediction spoiler alert: I think Big dies.