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When I was in college, we learned about consent by way of frozen yogurt.
Do they make us all better people, actually change your actions, and keep us safe?
Thats an open question.
and when Im fucking I just wanna get fucked, sorry!
Brandis vapidity is self-protection of its own.
Brandi introduces everyone to her class by making them chant that their bodies are weapons.
If only they could reduce them to something as simple as that.
Locations where strangers spend time together, like that self-defense class, are staple parameters for drama.
The trick and also frustration of the play, however, is that Bunins characters dont interact much.
Thats a clever conceit, but it also stalls the play in a hazy hypothetical space.
The characters reveal their backstories one by one without going very deep.
But the conversation doesnt deliver much.
Intentional or not, the effect coaxed me toward zoning out.
