It's a joy when one sees one's bemused daughter correctly identifying the shamelessness of Hollywood, saying:
We all enjoyed our James Bond movie last night (From Russia With Love). We counted 10 girls presented to drool over, not counting the overture belly dancer, but Sean Connery only slept with three. Or two, and with Miss Moneypenny it was just flirting. (The tease!)
But it's a real hoot when she ends with:
It makes me mad that on the cover he's posing with his gun with his finger in the trigger guard. Sheesh.