If I chopped veggies 60 hours/week, I'd probably join too.

But he isn't a rabbit. He's a bunny.

Not quite as well parked as this Subaru driver, but full marks for effort.

This is the best possible use of a W202. Well done, Mr. Roseman.

Or she takes advantage of his unconditional idealization of her to work out her issues through him, continuously ditching him again when she doesn't need the affection and validation anymore, which is abusive asshole behavior itself.

OR Jenny, a repeated victim of childhood sexual abuse at the hand of her own father, repeatedly tried to distance herself from a friend that she loved because she was dealing with a fucked up view of sex and love and she didn't want to take advantage of him, and throughout the course of the film she slips up twice and…

An underrated work of genius:

That damn feather song. Every goddamn dance team in `95 danced to that song.

Idk, I'm on the fence with her. I fully approve of called her Jennay and not Jenny though.

The best thing to come out of this film:

I always thought the letters never got to her, didn't they say "Return to Sender" on them? It was the 60s and she was a hippie on a bus, its not like she had an address.