I think that’s the whole point of Metropolitan, that only a very small number of people relate to it, and the rest of us are supposed to think they’re kind of freaks.
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As portrayed in Whit Stillman’s Metropolitan. Seriously, in the early 90s I dated a guy who grew up on the UES, and when we watched Metropolitan he squirmed with embarrassed recognition like normal people do when watching The Breakfast Club.
I love Retta, but she didn’t actually think he didn’t know how to use “get it,” did she? He was so obviously making a joke.
Wait, hold on, now I’m confused. Keith and Mick are besties forever, right? (Spy Magazine told me so!) If they couldn’t have been feuding with each other, who were they feuding with? I always thought they were so far removed from such shit; what did I miss?
Well that explains my ex’s issues.
Your dad is the absolute best.
But then isn’t that the part that actually does make it censorship? I mean, if a privately-funded concert said, “This performer is contentious and thus unpopular, including him will negatively impact our ticket sales, so let’s give him the boot,” well that’s market forces at work. But if a free, publicly funded…
THELONIUS!
But hold the cyanide, please.
Or anyone who’s watched Elementary or House or any other death/mystery/strange genius procedural. I feel like the smell of almonds being a murder clue has been done to death on TV, no?
In fact, I’ve had this very conversation with my doctor, and she says that there is no higher chance of risk, based on my situation, which parallels the example you posited at the end of your comment. But I won’t wait for your apology, as I’m sure you’ll come up with another judgmental and specious argument.
It’s not such a linear relationship. More partners, but consistent use of barriers, all available vaccinations, and frequent testing is going to have far less risk than having had only one partner, if you have unprotected sex with that partner, and said partner is or has engaged in loads of risky behaviors. Your…
The very question of a number is judgmental. Because the question presumes both that you have few enough to quickly count and keep track of, and that each one is so precious and important as to be forever seared into your memory. Sorry, dudes, but I just don’t care that much about your boner. I remember my first kiss,…
Sounds like an Amy Schumer line!
If anyone presses the issue with me, I don't bother to lie. I just hit the road. I don't need any jealous, neurotic, insecure idiot disrespecting my boundaries with their judgment.
And I'm sure she'll be glad to be rid of your judgmental ass. But good luck finding a nun or teenager to settle down with.
Well, that seems like an oddly hypocritical thing to be bragging about.
I can kick that up a notch — I once dated someone for a few months who I thought was kind of gross. (Why would I date as such? Because he was trying really hard to do everything right, and I was trying not to be a conceited, elitist bitch.) I wasn’t insulted by him, but I was insulted by all my friends who supported…
I like how alarmed the Pink Ladies look. As if they had no idea the stick figure had it in him.