Hundreds and hundreds. We are decades away. It’s like asking “how long until gay and lesbian couples can actually get married” in 1973.

Your mom’s a particular construct that only appears in that context.

Yeah, when he started narrating it reminded me of Super Sad, Super True Love Story, where people are ostensibly socializing at a bar but they are all livestreaming little shows for their followers at the same time. It’s supposed to be a dystopian future but we are there already, yo.

It can’t be sarcasm, look at all of the exclamation points. People only use that much emphasis when they are really passionate about something. This guy is passionate about a bunch of things that are obviously not true, but whatever, I guess. Takes all kinds.

What? That makes no sense. First, considering that these are depressing times it would actually be a good thing if this popular show that makes people happy were to continue.  Also, I don’t see how people who don’t watch the show are really entitled to much of an opinion about it one way or the other.

your mom’s boring

if you’re trying to be covert about it

Well duh, it’s obviously up to the restaurant whether they want to allow it or not and they don’t need to give a reason.

I was just explaining to my wife how the Panera commercials that advertise “clean food” always remind me of Fight Club (in the scene where Edward Norton instructs a waiter to bring them food that hasn’t been deliberately contaminated.) So, maybe it’s real?

I am absolutely shocked and saddened by her betrayal and violation on a deeply personal level.

Counterpoint: Compared to the flaming garbage I see on the rest of the internet every day this discussion struck me as downright charming, actually. These guys are far from “the worst” and in fact seem perfectly fine.

I *might* feel a little bit bad for them if Donald hadn’t been such a complete dick to Obama, going on and on about birth certificate fraud, how much he golfs and so on. OR if he wasn’t busy insulting every other person who ever criticized him. Respect is a two-way street, and the Trumps absolutely, positively deserve…

But it’s thanksgiving with *his* family, and they haven’t really been married that long. (We know that because his family apparently still has his “high school clothes” in storage.) She probably doesn’t really know what those people like or dislike.

in the afterlife it’s pretty much all weezer all the time

your mom loves to get some weezer tho

Voters could still look at what’s in the category and decide that a “popular” movie deserves to be judged on intuitively different criteria (just as best film + best director are subtly different beasts.) It could create the happy irony of a prestige movie like Dunkirk bemoaning it’s high gross because “now it has to…

One fairly elegant solution would be to define the categories in terms of box office gross receipts.  If it makes $100 million, it is “popular,” if it doesn’t it is not.  That would eliminate hand-wringing about what is art and what isn’t.

If the right’s mind isn’t in the gutter, what was all your emperor’s talk about grabbing them by the pussy?

For the love of reason stop calling it “the hamburger button”!

2001 is also about the time that the internet is becoming ubiquitous and a few years later everyone has a smartphone.  Seems more logical to pin our cultural stasis on that.