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 If women see nuanced detail in everything  what does that do to those who suppress, repurpose  or  pivot every least thought regardless however slightly discomforting  it may be? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [And who is Dr. Milo Gollander?]  

 Yeah, thanks for contributing to our collective fucking idiocy, you trite, humorless sacks of cuntwaste. Can't get enough of it. 

If America is serious and wants to be treated seriously within itself and the rest of the world (as well as every territory that dwells between those two points) the Country needs to perform a thorough, searching diagnosis of itself. It (the country) needs to identify, for starters, every least common lie, embarrassment, and fastfood-style conspiracy that has seemingly been auto-generated by a certain, obvious demographic whose sole claim to legitimacy is the dull fact that they were born here and our National Contract stipulates we collectively express some form of altruism, however burdened or feeble, towards the young and the new immigrants alike.  As someone who is the sole descendant of a man who was born in the Philippines to Scotch-Spanish/Filipino parents, I can readily be grouped with either and am at least partly cautious and suspicious of both.  I am 41 years old, a three-time dropout (once for high school with a GED, the others unimpressive attempts to study psycho...

I watched a trailer for something called I Like Movies yesterday.  It's about a cosmetically-overweight teenager in Canada. (I think that's  fairly sensitive? Not insensitive?) He's a fat kid with strong opinions:  the best kind. The kind that once upon a time I watched F & L in LV  and Fight Club and Monty Python movies with a hundred times  before he was... The I Like Movies thing looks pretty good.  It got me to realize that Cronenberg is kinda overrated. He's good  for Rick & Morty, and I/m fairly indifferent to how many millions  anything makes, and Cosmopolis is alright, but then that's maybe  because Robert Pattinson. (His record is obviously far from flawless,  (so was Phil Hoffman's if you add up everything) but The Rover,  Good Time: those help me to be a person the day after.  Cronenberg: dry humor works best in a saturated mind. Nuance  in moving chaos. Not every monster tells you what...  In one s...

I got traded for some obnoxious tarts with names like Brandski and Malozzi while I lived in a house made out of garbage and it was cool to talk a mile a fucking minute so long as it wasn't about anything and don't use more than five syllables in any sentence if you can help it.  The horse left.  The horse isn't coming home.