But, you've got to differentiate between the courtroom and public opinion. None of us internet dweebs have the ability to "ruin Cosby's life." We can't put him in jail, nor can we make him pay any money.

Yeah, I feel like Amy's character (who, after all, wrote the stupid real life blog/book that the movie was built on) was unfairly singled out for criticism in a sort of first wave anti-hipster backlash (despite the fact that she's not a hipster at all, just a young person). She seemed a lot like me and my friends at…

True, but there is no reason you can't supply the tracks to Spotify and iTunes as well and let them add them to the promotional mix, for free. If you are an established brand like Dave Grohl that could work out fine.

Of course you could argue that if Grohl really wants the maximum number of people to hear the music he should actually make it free.

OTOH I thought the giant American Staffie who attacked me and my dog for no reason was a pretty shitty rep for the breed. Hooray for anecdotal evidence, eh?

If that is code for human babies I am definitely interested.

But Moneyball was just OK! It was too deeply invested in Billy Beame's perspective! The subplot with the daughter was blatantly tacked on and it became repetitive!

Idiotking will be here shortly, I'm sure. His dick oozes puns.

Yeah, that whole episode was basically a sudden outbreak of music critics (incl. Sasha Frere-Jones) acting like bullies.

Or, alternately, there is some perfectly benign twin out there who spells his name "Steven." "I Wish I Had An Evil Twin" was as close to a confession as we will ever get.

I'm imagining its the ex- who is the subject of songs like "The Desperate Things You Made Me Do." I've heard tell this is a real person who had a major impact on Stephin's life.

"Sorry Bob!"

Right, it's all because Adam and Eve sinned. Told you not to eat that metaphorical apple! Now you just invented cancer, hope you're happy.

"There's more to life than books, you know, but not much more."

Why yes, yes I do, but it's only because I hated my commencement speaker. It was Michael Bolton. He congratulated himself for overcoming "the obstacles the music industry put in his way." I was getting a music degree, which is something he does not have.

Yeah, the only people who know shit about gritty NYC are pretty old, now. That era ended in the 90s, so one would have to be at least 40 to have even an inkling of what it was really like.

It wasn't 9-11. In the mid-90's we benefited from a depressed housing market due, I believe, to the stock market crash of '87. (95-98 I paid $750 in rent, then I bought an apartment for $52K.)

"…if you like SAXOPHONES"

I'm, like, half into it. Once it gathers steam with "maybe mother told you true…" I usually forgive the more whiny beginning. It gets somewhat Ziggy Stardust-like.

This is actually pretty easy to explain, and I'm surprised more people don't say this sort of shit out loud: There are basically two different, separable systems of belief about "racism" which you will encounter in life and on the internet.