Parliament is a fancy-ass cocktail bar with lots of great happy hour deals. They do not, however, offer any food, and their seating is somewhat limited. Robert double-booked us tonight and left after drinks (tsk, tsk), but the rest of us had an indulgent girls' night dinner at nearby Momo's Pasta.
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress has a plot that moves along well and expounds on interesting details that amount to a sort of blueprint for revolution-planning, ideological control, polyamory, and libertarianism (TANSTAAFL!). However, there are some problems with this "how to do revolution right" approach. Though Heinlein gets to show off his customary attention to social system details and earn his "hard science fiction" label, his utopian instruction manual falls flat since almost all of the revolutionary work is done by Mike the supercomputer--leaving few relevant things to say for human grit. In fact, with Mike magically taking so many variables out of the equation, its a wonder Heinlein insists on showing us all the math, so to speak.
And now we come to the biggest sins of the book. Though Heinlein's futuristic vision outpaces our timeline quite a bit (Heinlein saw us colonizing the moon by the 1990s), his lunar society still feels like it's stuck in the 1960s. The female characters are shamelessly sexualized and relegated to traditional roles of birthing and care-giving. Even though we have a female revolutionary in Wyoming, she is never really allowed to contribute intellectually or be much more than an emotional wreck or sexy decoration. Also, there is a problematic black-face sequence, which shows little sensitivity to discussions of race in this supposedly mixed society. Book Club is a harsh critic.