I walk in on a large dinner party, the guests seated around a long dining table, not too formal. They are eating little cheesecake tarts. There’s an older man at the head of the table. I’ve never seen him before but I know not to cross him. It seems everyone does. He’s the type of man with a lot of power who demands the kind of respect that breeds fear. The old fucker’s tart drops to the floor and someone who resembles an old co-worker scrambles to save it but it’s ruined. He offers his own cheese tart to the older fucker but he’s no longer interested in dessert. OF stands and leaves the table to enter the kitchen and finds a young woman there. She’s the daughter of the head of household, a princess of the suburbs, blonde, a delicate upturned nose. He approaches his prey but she’s shy – “I have to get married…” is all she protests as she retreats to the bathroom. “Well…he is clean,” she tells the mirror. I’m watching all of this from the den, I think. She heads to her bedroom followed by the OF who mounts her and finishes quickly. Now he heads back to the dinner guests but they already know he’s soiled the daughter and the party reaches an incredulous uproar as the old fucker walks in, but now he’s Charlize Theron. This part of the dream I’ve had before. Charlize starts mowing everybody down with this little machine gun because there can be no dissent. Women and children begin pouring into the house and it’s a massacre. By now Darren and I are waiting calmly in the den for the broil to dissipate. The princess now resembles my young niece and she sits on the sofa with us, distraught. We watch TV while she ruminates on her involvement in the night’s events. She spits up a mouthful of thick foam so I lead her outside, as there are corpses piled up in the bathrooms. The air is sticky. There are still cries echoing around from the front of the house.
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Watching Bill Maher pretend to give a shit about the most cursory feminist discussions is making me nauseous. What a smug piece of shit
The panelists are always so informed and Maher just cuts them off with condescending jokes and changes the subject. Get this dick out of here.