Two Adelaide reviews.
Two very different opinions.
1. “one of the hottest tickets in town”
2. “thank god she kept her clothes on”
I feel a bit ill.
Over the course of the life of STARKERS it’s had a total of 5 reviews. Four stunning reviews and today the first shit one.
It’s irked me. You know why?
He calls me a smutty feminist. Hello Mr. Beige.
I know what people are gonna say when I tell them - “it’s just one opinion, Andrea”. I’m not stupid, and compared to every other review I can’t help but assume that this guy has kinda missed the point.
But it’s haunting me.
I have a strange desire to meet this reviewer and find out what give him his jollies.
But I know if I did, it wouldn’t amaze me when I discovered he was into Carl Barron or Chopper. He'd love sitting in the front row of a Dave Hughes show, to him that would be comedy gold – just like watching his wife do the dishes.
And I’ll thank my lucky stars that he’s not a fan of mine.
1 comment:
I think you'll find I'm a pretty good reviewer. I'd like more nudity though, please.
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