Life in plastic
I put it to my wife. "Want to see a movie?" "Which one?" "Barbie."
She gave me a look. "I know I know I know, but I feel funny watching it alone."
"Seriously? You took your teenage son to watch Magic Mike."
"You don't have to bring that up. We're both still trying to get over that experience."
Upshot of which is that she finally agreed to go, fell asleep around the twenty minute mark, woke up in time for the end credits. I filled her in on the details during dinner at a Japanese restaurant-- her price for agreeing to come with me.