In 1930, the Motion Pictures Production Code asserted: “If motion pictures present stories that will affect lives for the better, they can become the most powerful force for the improvement of mankind.” The result was “immoral” behaviors including drugs/alcohol and sex in some of its subtler forms could still be shown (or at least implied) on screen, provided the practitioners were punished severely, so it was clear to impressionable minds you shouldn’t actually do these things. (The list of crimes also included interracial marriage, but that’s for another article.)

Hollywood officially abandoned the Hays Code 40 years ago, though as a moviegoer you’d be damned to know it.

One example: the new film Trainwreck, written by and starring Amy Schumer and directed by Judd Apatow. I really like Trainwreck, the critics really like Trainwreck, and odds are good it will be really liked by everyone except Knick fans baffled to discover Amar’e Stoudemire still plays for them.

Indeed, some people—male and female—may never be meant to settle down fully, and while they don’t need to go nuts every night, if they can get a little wild without hurting anyone (themselves included), why shouldn’t they go streaking once in a while?

Besides being the rare film to feature both LeBron James and Tilda Swinton—incidentally, I would totally watch a romantic comedy about that couple—it has been praised for showing a young woman who indulges in sex outside of committed relationships, drinks and even smokes a little of the demon herb while still getting her job done (she’s up for a promotion!) and seeming to be a relatively happy and functional human being.

Let me say: This is a big step, because when I was growing up the only female movie characters who engaged in those shenanigans were bit players in horror flicks waiting around to be slaughtered by the camp superintendent believed to have died in the tragic woodworking accident so many years ago.

Actually, it’s big step followed by a few quick steps scrambling in the opposite direction. The movie opens with an episode from Amy’s youth as her dad (Colin Quinn) lectures her and her sister about the impossibility of monogamy. The movie soon subtly suggests her father might not be the greatest source of advice, as when we next see him he’s a lonely, selfish old man who’s clearly struggled with an addiction or two—plus he’s a little racist for good measure.

This causes later scenes to play less “Here’s a young woman having a good time on the verge of making a transition in life” than “We need to deprogram this chick from her childhood brainwashing stat!” (While the film is called Trainwreck, not Feminist Symbol of Empowerment… Amy Schumer would totally make fun of this on Inside Amy Schumer.)

So when Amy gives away all her booze late in the movie as she transforms into the sort of lady who deserves the love of Bill Hader, you’re probably meant to go, “It’s nice to see her putting an end to the behavior that in the film’s third act has proven to be personally and professionally damaging and provided a temporary obstacle to the upbeat finale”, not “Wait, shouldn’t she keep a bottle or two for cocktails in case she has friends over?”

It’s easy to say this reflects society’s double standard, where women are criticized for doing things that men can do without judgment… except films continually show men the error of their fun-loving ways too. Movies have helped men discover babies are better than bongs (Knocked Up), womanizing doesn’t compare to loving one special lady who happens to have brain damage (50 First Dates), and there comes a point when a guy needs to stop dicking around and do something nice for India (Gandhi).

At this point I will state the obvious: Drinking and promiscuity have downsides. Indeed, for some people they’re entirely downside—just repeating risky yet strangely joyless behaviors until shit gets real.

In these cases (and many other less severe ones), sobering up and settling down is a course of action worth celebrating.

But what about a man named Frank… or, as he is better known, Frank the Tank.

Will Ferrell has taught us about everything from cheerleading to having salon-quality hair over the years, but one of his most profound lessons comes in the movie Old School:

Some people aren’t quite ready to settle down completely and, should you force them to do so, it will only lead to hilarious-but-unproductive couples counseling sessions.

Indeed, some people—male and female—may never be meant to settle down fully, and while they don’t need to go nuts every night, if they can get a little wild without hurting anyone (themselves included), why shouldn’t they go streaking once in a while?

I say this even though, on Old School’s scale of character fun (where Blue is a 10 and Jeremy Piven is a -4), my life has reached the Mitch stage. I am married and like most married folk, I support everyone else forming lasting relationships too so that Shin-pei and I have an ample supply of other couples to potentially have brunch with.

This includes Amy Schumer and Bill Hader—seriously, I’m pulling for those kids.

But I know it’s not really for everyone. Witness all my friends who settled down young and divorced young too. (And a few who married a bit older and divorced anyway.)

So if Amy says in a few more months, “He’s a great guy… but I’m genuinely not ready to make this commitment at this point in my life,” let’s take her at her word and not be super judgmental about it. (Looking at you, Brie Larson.)

And if Amy wants a glass of wine with dinner because steak is better with Malbec and hey, heart health, let her drink it in peace.

Because in the wildly paraphrased words of Abraham Lincoln:

“All of the people should be stone cold sober some of the time
And some of the people should be stone cold sober all of the time
But all of the people shouldn’t be stone cold sober all of the time.”

Now may most of us get reasonably crazy, schedule permitting.