Breaking My Silence: Just One Last Thing About Don't Worry Darling

I am DONE being siLENT, and I SHAN'T be siLENCED

By now, unless you’ve been living under a rock, or are a woman living in an isolated religious colony struggling to reconcile your faith after a series of assaults, becoming a soldier in the rebellion led by award winning actress Frances McDormand, you’ve seen the Men-imist Manifesto, the Incel Inauguratory film Don’t Worry Darling. Surely you have been hot and bothered from a glimpse of Chris Pine’s bronze chesticles, the blonde fuzz on his peachy midriff, and his feet sprawled out in the hot desert sun.

Sockless, shoeless, and almost shirtless Chris Pine as Frank in Don’t Worry Darling. Did I go back to the theatre to see this film specifically so I could take this photo? Yes. It’s called investigatory journalism! Photo: Illegal Theatre Pic

But if you’re anything like me (YOU WISH), you still had burning questions. After the third time I saw this movie (please don’t ask me why I saw it three times. Why are YOU in the business of a bisexual queer black man of colour??? Ask yourself THAT!)