The story is about an average looking small town girl who goes to NYU. She drives cross country with her uncle and his gay lover. She has one of those really unlikelable , Hilleryclintonesque faces , .Her uncle outs what she thinks is her boyfriend , then calls him an A hole. He seems hypocritical because he shows up to family functions with a lady beard himself. but the girl apparently can do no wrong. On their drive a mechanic thinks the girl is cute, and kids about seeing her again. When he wonders if the guys are OK with his kidding , she says "you don't need these guys permission to play with me, you need mine. If you don't know that you're even stupider then you look , and thats pretty GD stupid " or , something close to that. ..... The guy didn't ask if he could play with her, he asked if it was OK if he made a joke about the fact that he would like to see her again. If she didn't glean that from the exchange, she's pretty GD biotchy. That she could turn a compliment into a reason to insult and belittle a working man, when she is a lit major which is as useful as mammaries on a bull, is a part of post woke hysteria. Immediately she put him into the basket of deplorable category, obviously thinking she was too good for him because he worked with his hands. Without him, the car wouldn't get fixed. Without him and guys like him, the lights wouldn't stay on when she read her "ginchie little poetry" on her way to a journalism career for public radio. . Little Miss Thang was the only A hole , her and her uncle , I saw around there. Crappy misandry filled junk. No spoilers, I couldn't get past her irritating attitude so didn't finish it..
In 1973, when Frank Bledsoe and his 18-year-old niece Beth take a road trip from Manhattan to Creekville, South Carolina for the family patriarch's funeral, they're unexpectedly joined by Frank's lover Walid.
November 27, 2020