How do you tell your best friend that you don't like her favorite movie?

You blog about it and tell her publicly, that's how.

Dear... You Know Who You Are.

Thank you for trying to save me from myself. You were my Jiminy Cricket- and I practically stepped on your little cricket body and made conscience stew out of you.  Against your better judgement I watched the movie.  I wanted to. You were right. I knew the consequences. I'm all growed up. I wish I hadn't watched it.

Thanks for trying.

Love,
       Bakeshow

PS. Once a prude, always a prude.