黑人勃起太大进不去

Weill portrays a single, green girl's helpless loneliness in a big city (it's always NYC) with such authenticity and delicacy; Susan's not selfish but only scared, of being WITH someone and making up her own calls. And that's not only the struggle of being single but also being a single woman during the 1970s after the 2nd-wave feminism movement. Yet it remains pertinent now more than ever: How hard is it to be in the counterculture when mainstream prevails? How would marriage do to friendships? What's it like to maintain the female perspective? Frances Ha's answer pales like a superficial YA novel in front of this one.