Your point about "Gatsby" is well taken. But things turn out badly for the wealthy, lazy main characters of "Tender is the Night" and "The Beautiful and Damned."

Hey, it's a personal opinion, so if you like the term, you can keep on using it. But I think the phrase you used above gets the idea over a lot better than the term "mansplaining."

Some internet commenter once noted that he tends to mentally flag anyone who uses the term "mansplaining" in the roughly the same way that he flagged users who use the term "lamestream media." I have no doubt that a lot of men out there can be condescending jerks to women, but I sort agree.

You could say that about most writers in any particular bookstore. Hemingway hasn't contributed as much to the English language as Shakespeare did. This doesn't detract from Hemingway's contributions. Literature is not some sort of arm-wrestling contest.

I'm sorry, the smooth-as-silk thing is exactly the problem I have with with Fitzgerald. His writing is flows impressively. Not a hair's out of place. But the problem is that I have a tendency to forget what the every second perfectly-formulated sentence was about by the time I'm halfway through with it. It doesn't…

"Why not be an Inhuman Monster and Commit a Brutal Slaying today?"

HALP I CANT REED GOOD

Well, it was thirteen mil total, I think not a year. But that's still a lot of bread.

Sorry. Haven't watched CSI in a while. Not that I regret that.

Thirteen mil will get you a whole lot of time with a lot of high-class hookers or an oil tanker full of lube and memberships to every internet porn site on the planet. It'll also pay for some therapy.

See if you can zoom in and sharpen up that image…

A phone line? This story not only finds the cosmic intersection between the Insane Clown Posse and Chicken Soup for the Soul, but also the chord that connects ICP and They Might Be Giants in the music of the spheres.

I love how Bender refers to humans as "meatbags" and "coffin stuffers."

Yes. But you could say that about most art: most of it is average at best and tends to be forgotten in less than a generation.

I think that back in the nineties some professional snowboarder died while doing a jump out of a plane for a Mountain Dew commercial. It seemed like a pretty undignified death at the time and, in retrospect, seems like the most EXTREEM nineties death ever.

I actually sort of buy this argument. Not because Limp Bizkit's any good, but because Fred's public persona is so perfectly awful.

Yeah, but that's kind of the point. Approximately a billion punk bands sprouted up all around America from about '80 to '85. They all sounded more or less the same and didn't have much technique, but that was the point: almost anyone could do it, and so almost everyone (in the scene) did. Sometimes, as if by pure…

C'mon, Dirtbike, it's story time!

Drop a Soy Bomb on 'em.

OK. Good. Thanks.