I can't decide if I care less about 50's dick or 50's show.

Softcore?

I dunno. Failure to Launch McConaughey was insufferable McConaughey. Surfer, Dude McConaughey was insufferable McConaughey.

Prude.

I've never watched the Chewbacca Mom video.

I didn't hate "Santa Monica" the first time I heard it.

I have never been a big fan of electronic music - I don't dismiss it out of hand, like quite a bit of it, just have never paid much attention to it - but to this day I unabashedly love that Prodigy album. Love, love, love.

Little g.

Sexy voice, too.

Uh… sure… get…

This lineup (and things like Duncan Sheik's "Barely Breathing" and Donna Lewis' "I Love You Always Forever") was pretty much the lifeblood of a new radio station in the Bay Area that launched during my freshman year of college.

1996 is the year I graduated high school.

"On the radio, Goo Goo Dolls’ 'Name' bled into Tonic’s 'If You Could Only See' into Dishwalla’s 'Counting Blue Cars' into The Verve Pipe’s 'The Freshmen' into Matchbox Twenty’s 'Push' in a watery bouillabaisse of quiet-loud-quiet song structures and sad-bro earnestness."

As a compulsive helper, this is false.

… yeah.

Same. But mostly because I'm the Princess Carolyn in that scenario and recently had my own personal Bojack say something similar.

Oh, Gwen was super hot. Big crush on both of them those days.

Bush was a shitty band, but goddamn Gavin Rossdale was beautiful. Teenage me was so smitten.

I'm not sure you know what "empowerment" means.

"Using one's sexuality" implies that a character has agency. Harley Quinn never really has. By design. In all versions of the character, dark and light, she has always acted in response to Joker's initial and ongoing manipulations.