Just everything is wrong with this video discussing the "rapey" qualities of Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines. Everything. It is the worst. The second I started playing it, my toes curled up, my hair fell out, a wine glass shattered next to me, my boyfriend called from two rooms over "Is that Gilbert Gottfried?"
The whole thing on rape and women and men and it's like five-year-olds in a critical thinking class. It's just not happening, ya know?