I’m not being sarcastic (seriously)
Is it weird that I kind of want Unfollow Friday to nail me—really put me in my place? Sort of like how Lara Flynn Boyle’s character in Happiness got aroused whenever Philip Seymour Hoffman’s character would call her anonymously and say wildly pornographic, degrading things to her over the phone.
Of course, just like in the movie, U.F. and I would eventually decide to meet “IRL” and perhaps he/she/it wouldn’t be so bold in person and I would lose my raging hate-on. But a boy can dream.
