Mamma Mia! My, my, how can I resist you?

Oh dear. Here was I; happily anticipating going to a Mama Mia! sing-a-long on Tuesday night, and then I read this articleMamma Mia! My, my, how can I resist you? Quite easily | Comment is free | The Observer: and my dilemma might be summed up in this quotation from it: "Mamma Mia! is not so much a film, nor, as its distributors describe it, a 'feel-good cinema event', nor even a global phenomenon the like of which has never been seen, as a key signifier of gender.". You see, dear reader; it seems that I may be almost alone of my gender in loving the film. Apparently, if I go along to the sing-a-long; I may be commiting gender treason.

Well, all I can say is 'am I bovvered?' I liked it, I like singing, I'm a child of the Abba era; this is the soundtrack of my youth; it's moving for me. That said: will I feel like the proverbial pork pie at a kosher wedding? I now have trepidations I didn't have before!