"You know my favorite part of Boys Don't Cry?" asks Emerz. "What's that," I say.
"When Hilary Swank finally gets what she deserves," says Emerz. I cringe hard, remembering the bleak prairie twilight, the savage violations, the twisted, forced gender reassignment.
"Ugh," I say.
"What?" says Emerz. "I mean the Oscar! The Oscar!"
