I Cannot Begin To Imagine What Mila Kunis Was Thinking
Some people have funny takes on this. I am not one of them. Let’s go scribe by scribe.
Dummy Number One: Ashton has only recemented his alpha cuck function for all time, and disabused me forever of any notion he enjoys any kind of sex other than hardcore sissification. Which is certainly not a crime. I never expect integrity from pretty boys. I am never disappointed by pretty boys.
Kurtwood. My only analog for comparison is my dad, and in the same situation I bet my dad would throw down some neatly written lines about his former costar. Leather-hewn bullet-chewing Vietvet can-do men don’t deviate from loyalty. Not surprising, not pleasant, but not disappointing. Pretty par for the lesser Weinstein course.
Debra Jo Rupp. Oh. Okay. Let’s come down like a ton of bricks on everyone’s favorite histrionic alky mom for being identical on and off camera. Useless outrage here.
Giovanni. The omega cuck to Asthon’s alpha. ibid useless.
That leaves Mila. From a field of infinite objections, let me pluck this gem whereby milady asks leniency of the judge sentencing Masterson for drugging and raping his victims because he, Masterson, taught her, Mila, “NOT to use drugs.” Which was super useful for her personal growth.
Imagine writing a letter to a judge attempting to diminish the crime of forcible intoxication and sodomy because the criminal told you “drugs are bad, mkay”. Imagine signing your name to that. Holy misogyny.
That’s all I got on this one. Reprefuckinghensible.