Calling this The Substance for men is so reductive and unfunny. I related to that film a lot for its discourse on split identity, which I related to not so much on the basis of ageism or sexism but about masking my neurodivergence. This film is so much more explicit about this and verbalizes a dilemma that I've been dealing with a lot recently: how am I supposed to love myself if the world expects me to be ashamed of…
