My favorite part is how she doesn't even pretend the "lefty straight man" is a friend. It's just some guy—probably a barista or some employee at a media company—she cornered and then subjected to a deranged rant while he tried to escape.
Me: Mornin' Drew.
You: Mornin'.
Me: Are you aware of how many penised lesbians are pushing to access female spaces?
You: What?
Me: Let's talk about your kinks. I assure you that your kinks include—wow you look so uncomfortable discussing this, which just proves my point.
