By the women in the battle of the sexes.
A tiny bit like The Day The Earth Stood Still but with gender politics taking center stage rather than ecological ones and her version of Gort is really, really shit with flower pots for arms.
It's actually kinda brilliant/rubbish.
"What are you having for breakfast?"
"Thirty cigarettes. You?"
"Do you think people will still be having such stuff for a meal in sixty-one years?"
"In Scotland, yes."
Anne Summers party in the '50s: much more formal. Approximately the same amount of rubber and probes though.
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In the 1950s, this was pretty much an iPhone.
With flower pots for arms.
iPhones are for cunts.