Just so we’re clear: yes, in this analogy, patriarchy is Jar-Jar Binks.
But Mr. Rochester, I rrraaaAAWWWRRR!!!
I really want the next movie about Tony Stark’s unresolved emotional issues to come out sometime between never and when hell freezes over.
Did movies just get better around 2000, or is there a moving 20-year window before which everything looks bad?
Have the courage of your lack of convictions.