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When are the characters being good and doing the right thing?  They cover the news "correctly" with the benefit of hindsight (and without having to do actual reporting), but I've yet to see anyone act consistently in a way that I would want to spend time with them or value their insights.  Will's motivations, lofty

Well, he could if he wanted to, and he'd obviously be awesome at it; he's just too good for it.

I was very creeped out by Charlie wandering onto the set during the 9/11 coverage to say heavy-handed things about Will's childhood.  I used to think serious bromances, much as I hate the word, was the one thing Sorkin was more or less reliable on, but that was both horrible writing and ridiculous in-world, aside from

They should have used that as the promo campaign instead of that godawful "masterpiece" art gallery ad. 

Double relieved if this means quietly dropping Neal's in-depth investigation of trolling.

It's how Will is going to fix American journalism.  Teaching (dumb) women dumb shit.

re: pajama people":  probably the one where he acted out his feud with TelevisionWithoutPity?  The LemonLyman thing?  I mean, I have no love for TWOP, but Sorkin's history of using stupid and forced plots to get back at people (Kristen Chenowith, Rick Cleveland, Lord Voldemort) is so blatant as to be ridiculous.

I think it's more like watching someone masturbate, and then he demands to come on your face, and if you say no thanks, he lectures you for not being intellectual enough to appreciate how he's deconstructing spunk, and you should be goddamn grateful he's even spurting in your general direction again after the last

because men demeaning women in the workplace is funny, and cool girls are supposed to just go along with it, obviously.

I was so relieved they didn't do that last season, because there is no way Sorkin can do that and not fuck it up beyond belief.  With a crappy Coldplay overlay.

Especially when she yelled at him in Spanish!  So colorful and wacky!

Vogel's cliff's notes version of The Psychopath Test was more interesting on This American Life two years ago.  (Maybe Ira Glass will be the killer?)  The scenes with Rampling and Hall are pleasurable to watch in that they are both such good actors, but I'm extremely meh about the plot, such as it is.

This is such a small thing, but I love the Minnesota Lutheran minister who comes to town, maybe because I know more about Minnesota Lutherans than Texas. 

I've been really annoyed by the promos running where Dexter "asks" if people will see his work as "monstrous" or a "masterpiece."  Um.  Seriously?  You are a serial killer.  A serial killer who has long lost any pretense of a moral vigilantism masking your psychopathy instead of covering your ass.  That's not depth;

The best part of my Sex Ed class was a video we watched that was all built on the metaphor of sketchy traveling carnivals.  As in, sex might LOOK pretty and shiny and fun and full of games and prizes, but underneath is a seaming cesspool of creepy clowns, unsafe rides overseen by stoned teenagers, unsanitary food

I pretty much loathed Derek from the first few episodes, where I found his behavior creepy, long before Addison ever came on the scene.  I will watch and enjoy a lot of romance, but I get increasingly snippy with romances rooted in creepy and grody behavior when the authorial voice wants me to just belieeeeve. 

Seriously, can Stephen Moffat write a female character who isn't LITERALLY a device relating to the the Doctor?

I really wished all season that they would have made her more complicated or conflicted or something, like a character with an actual belief or agenda to fight for and not just a construct to further woobify Castiel.  Especially if they had made for some ambiguity, in a Villian Has a Point kind of way.

I feel a little bad for every other crime procedural where I've made fun of the characters for being unprofessional and incompetent.  This episode had to reach new lows of Worst FBI Ever.  Chief Wiggum would probably have done better.

"an unholy hybrid between a jukebox musical based on a Panic! At The Disco outtakes collection and a Ben Folds concept album about a Dickensian version of the ‘80s"