You’re pretty easily impressed.

Writing a syllabus for a class called “STFU, Lena Dunham, no one cares.”

He’s not wrong.

Just because you don’t find something offensive doesn’t mean it isn’t offensive, dear heart.

Okay, let’s do this:

1. “Bestiality” only has one A.
2. He made a clear progression from homosexuality to bestiality and incest, as if the latter two were inevitable progression from the first, or equivalent in nature. This wasn’t a “one of these things is not like the others” comparison; we were clearly meant to infer…

Yes. Yes, he did. He did exactly that.

Did you seriously just segue from gay and trans to bestiality and incest, like they’re equivalent? Fuck. You.

Bullshit.

You forgot this year’s Questionable Song of the South Moment, during the opening medley. When the medley gets to “Zip-a-dee-doo-dah,” the camera immediately switches to Keo, the only black professional dancer on the show.

Clearly they need to put a giant dome over Coachella, and never let these people out.

Yes, Julia, your unsourced subjective “truths” about the superiority of men in certain areas are certainly the product of logical thinking.

Overrun by the kind of people everyone should dislike so, so very much.

“And now for examples of hot takes, we turn to the writings of Rich Juzwiak.”

Or maybe that racist bullies with a yen for the power and authority to push people around gravitate towards police jobs over fishing jobs.

THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.

"Fighting a perp." Maybe if you'd pull your head out of glamorized popular fiction, you'd realize most cops don't live in action movies where every day is a deadly dive into danger on the mean streets.

No, you’re figuratively dying.

It’s a fucking car. It “tackles” gay sexuality as much as a trip to the DMV.

“The Butterface Diaries.”

Gawker Media has way, way, WAY more writers than it needs.