奄美の森の動物たち―自然をさぐ る― 

There’s no two ways about it — Bridgerton is horny. Shondaland’s newest venture- released on Netflix on Christmas- is certainly a spectacle to behold, just as the premise; essentially an Austenian, Regency-Era Gossip Girl, helmed by Shonda Rhimes, the reigning queen of steamy romance television. It would not be inaccurate to describe it as Jane Austen porn.

The film is bogged down with one-off rain monster threats that always come to a quick and undramatic end

The characters aren’t likable, the story is predictable and the humor is either disgusting, obnoxious, or uncomfortable. The Wrong Missy is a mess of a film and it’s not really worth your time.

We are constantly being pushed to move on from mishaps and negative feelings. What happens if we're not ready to do so?

That feeling in your gut which tells you that there’s something out there you should look for and make your own, is what the power represents