That’s exactly the kind of empowering message impressionable girls in 2018 need to hear: Consume enough fried chicken during your childhood and you, too, could be paid to dress up in a Plantation-era costume to extoll the virtues of sweet-and-smoky chicken thighs.


For their part, the men’s rights “activists” (read: message board enthusiasts) who’ve been hibernating in Twizzler-covered basements since the Ghostbusters reboot are probably now rousing from their slumber. Lady Colonel?, they’ll drool, flying into a rage, that’s unpossible!

Get over it, neckbeards, it’s 2018 and women are playing superheroes, speaking truth to power, and stealing your fried-chicken-spokesperson jobs.