My favorite response to AA's dumb bullshit, courtesy of South Park.
https://www.youtube.com/wat…

SO MANY MANGOS

*server crash that was actually a cover for data seizure by Russian Mafiya/KGB

porn site metasearch engines are your friend.

Now I really hope they keep the Catbus's balls.

I NEED TO SEE THIS IMMEDIATELY SO I CAN SOAK IN MY OWN TEARS

FUCKING BLUE SKY MAN
FUCKING BLUE SKY

I mean it is incredibly weed-oriented, but it goes above and beyond the LOL WEED BRO that seems to plague so much cannabis-affiliated TV/movies.

It's the version of youtube where people post videos that are actually good.

Hey it wouldn't be an AV Club comment section if we didn't snarkily prejudge things we haven't watched based on limited information.

Dan Stevens in a dress would like a word.
https://vimeo.com/90011431

This is pretty exciting! This is one of my favorite web series. It's also got Dan Stevens wearing dresses, which is pretty amazing in and of itself.

Wait people enjoy Jenga?

Honestly every holiday became fucking stupid when they got rid of the human sacrifice bit - and no, all the people who get trampled to death on Black Friday do not count, despite what your friendly neighborhood technopagan might tell you.

some people just want to watch the world burn.

It was only a matter of time until Wicked Ones was used as trailer music, but at least it wasn't for a night-out-on-the-town comedy.

I just realized that The Venture Bros is actually the best Fantastic Four adaptation out there and it makes me incredibly happy.

GET ME A JUICE BOX BIOTCH

Performance art, absolutely. I would even give you music, though what constitutes post-modern music is still a contentious subject. Post-modernist literature/film/comics have produced some of the finest works in their respective mediums, especially if you leave out the middle-aged white dude in NYC subgenre.

Post-modernist music/art/writing/tv is pretty great when it doesn't take itself too seriously. The one exception to this is post-modern philosophy/academia which is worth Foucalt, deserves to be universely Derrida'd, and chucked into the nearest trash Lacan along with last night's Barthes.