Alexandra Schwartz

I love Nickel Boys. I think it's a terrific movie and I wish more people had seen it. I understand maybe why they didn't. I think there's an expectation that you're going into a movie about pain and about black pain specifically, and it might be preferable to hold off on that. It has been nominated for Best Picture. It has no chance at the Oscars.

I love Nickel Boys. I think it's a terrific movie and I wish more people had seen it. I understand maybe why they didn't. I think there's an expectation that you're going into a movie about pain and about black pain specifically, and it might be preferable to hold off on that. It has been nominated for Best Picture. It has no chance at the Oscars.

I love Nickel Boys. I think it's a terrific movie and I wish more people had seen it. I understand maybe why they didn't. I think there's an expectation that you're going into a movie about pain and about black pain specifically, and it might be preferable to hold off on that. It has been nominated for Best Picture. It has no chance at the Oscars.

I would love to see it nominated for Best Director also, but mainly I just hope people see it. What's going to win? Ooh, good question. I think the Brutalist has a shot. The Brutalist or Wicked? Oh. Shut up. Shut up!

I would love to see it nominated for Best Director also, but mainly I just hope people see it. What's going to win? Ooh, good question. I think the Brutalist has a shot. The Brutalist or Wicked? Oh. Shut up. Shut up!

I would love to see it nominated for Best Director also, but mainly I just hope people see it. What's going to win? Ooh, good question. I think the Brutalist has a shot. The Brutalist or Wicked? Oh. Shut up. Shut up!

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The New Yorker Radio Hour is a co-production of WNYC Studios and The New Yorker. Our theme music was composed and performed by Meryl Garbus of Tune Yards, with additional music by Louis Mitchell.

The New Yorker Radio Hour is a co-production of WNYC Studios and The New Yorker. Our theme music was composed and performed by Meryl Garbus of Tune Yards, with additional music by Louis Mitchell.

This episode was produced by Max Balton, Adam Howard, David Krasnow, Jeffrey Masters, Louis Mitchell, Jared Paul, and Ursula Sommer, with guidance from Emily Botin and assistance from Michael May, David Gable, Alex Parrish, Victor Guan, and Alejandra Deckett. The New Yorker Radio Hour is supported in part by the Cherena Endowment Fund.

This episode was produced by Max Balton, Adam Howard, David Krasnow, Jeffrey Masters, Louis Mitchell, Jared Paul, and Ursula Sommer, with guidance from Emily Botin and assistance from Michael May, David Gable, Alex Parrish, Victor Guan, and Alejandra Deckett. The New Yorker Radio Hour is supported in part by the Cherena Endowment Fund.

This episode was produced by Max Balton, Adam Howard, David Krasnow, Jeffrey Masters, Louis Mitchell, Jared Paul, and Ursula Sommer, with guidance from Emily Botin and assistance from Michael May, David Gable, Alex Parrish, Victor Guan, and Alejandra Deckett. The New Yorker Radio Hour is supported in part by the Cherena Endowment Fund.

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panties are wet but it's not blood or sweat and it's toby's doing he's pure and he's sweet but i still feel the heat the heat of temptation because he's so freaking hot and i wish i did not feel desire brewing but when desire burns that's when shame returns And I seek its painful salvation I need the sting of shame in my body I need it to whip me again

panties are wet but it's not blood or sweat and it's toby's doing he's pure and he's sweet but i still feel the heat the heat of temptation because he's so freaking hot and i wish i did not feel desire brewing but when desire burns that's when shame returns And I seek its painful salvation I need the sting of shame in my body I need it to whip me again

panties are wet but it's not blood or sweat and it's toby's doing he's pure and he's sweet but i still feel the heat the heat of temptation because he's so freaking hot and i wish i did not feel desire brewing but when desire burns that's when shame returns And I seek its painful salvation I need the sting of shame in my body I need it to whip me again