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Thinking about Like Minds again. Specifically Sally. I'm sorry, I thought it was hilarious when we found out she'd taken to teach gestalt theory. Don't get me wrong, I understand that Alex is a genius of some sort, I understand that he's an excellent proof for the idea- but imagine interviewing a privileged twink of a not even eighteen-year-old boy who stares out the non-existent cell window like he's waiting for his soldier husband to come home, despite facing barely any real hardship before, proceeds to tell you that his life has been ruined by a really persistent taxidermist, opens your first meeting by being religious and condescending, and all of this is enough to convince you, an adult woman with a degree in psychology, that not only is he innocent but his niche psychology theory is absolutely correct and needs to be preached to the masses. like. don't get me wrong. I love Alex and I would like to love Sally (I do fear this movie suffers only prominent woman's story revolves mind body and soul around the men disorder) but even if I declared that dude innocent I would not be taking mental health tips and proverbs from him. what.