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Bisexuals are so misunderstood. The first line of the sexual-orientation road-trip documentary Bi the Way doesn’t help: “Ten years ago, it seemed the closest thing to bisexuality in the mainstream world was the strawberry-vanilla swirl at TCBY.” Thankfully, directors Brittany Blockman and Josephine Decker abandon the frozen yogurt metaphor for more palatable commentary on the broadening of sexuality in America. The two filmmakers can be a bit too indulgent in their neo-hippie bisexual On The Road, rarely missing a chance to pun on “bi” or create some handy cartoon of humans fucking lunch meats. Still, the filmmakers hit on some more substantive discussion in their profiles of the sexual development of bisexuals from the under-25 “Whatever Generation.” The best sound bites in the film come from the less-trendy monosexuals around the country who are still perplexed by kids who sample both flavors. A resident of Birmingham, Ala., explains her objection to bisexuality this way: “There’s no penis, and there’s a vagina, and me being a woman, I don’t need to smell your vagina.” But the Whatever Generation can offer up some good one-liners, too. “I don’t care if it’s a man or a woman,” declares one. “I don’t care if it’s a fucking bar of soap.” —AH