It’s impossible to please everybody. And even if it was possible, we shouldn’t try.
The threesome was a going away present for my boyfriend who just a few days ago moved away to Boston for the entire summer to study some complicated science stuff at Harvard. (Apparently Harvard is “in” right now.) So now I’m sad and alone at my apartment staring at my air-conditioner, feeling depressed about the fact that I’ve literally already watched every (good) porn movie on the internet multiple times over.
I don’t like to throw around the word “crazy” but here, it’s definitely appropriate.
The film is The Master and the crowd’s reaction to this fall’s current critical darling is, in fact, not mixed. It is overwhelmingly negative.
I actually am hapa, but I call myself whasian, which is a combination of white and Asian. My dad is a retired redneck from Oklahoma and my mom is a stereotypical Korean who works at a dry cleaners.