My buddy promised to help me move out of my third-floor apartment last Saturday at eight AM. By nine, he hadn't shown up, and he wasn't answering his phone. I was furious. I carried heavy boxes of books down three flights of stairs by myself, grumbling about how unreliable he was. By ten-thirty, I'd decided I was done calling him. At eleven, his truck pulled up to the curb. He got out looking pale, sweaty, and completely out of breath...
It’s so interesting how Adult Swim is fine with like a huge amount of rape jokes, but this deeply serious portrayal of what the victims of misogynistic sexual violence go through was “too depressing”