It doesn't really bother me that Jenna is 15-years-old and getting crazy dick from one of the hottest guys at school (I mean, it does; but not because I pretend that it never happens in real life) even though that sort of thing has "After School Special" written all over it. What DOES bother me is that her mother…

That this skullduggery is allowed to continue unabated is fascinating to me.

I'm sorry, but I'm still having a hard time taking someone whose last name is "McNutt". Anyway, what exactly is Jenna's appeal to Matty (and I suppose also to Jake)? Even though the bafflement I feel hasn't impeded my enjoyment of the show, it still makes me curious. I get that she's hot (kudos to the creative staff…

Hey, fuck off, Jim. I saw her first, douche.

Oh Goody. More shitty Adult Contemporary to score Chick Flick trailers with.

No fuckin' way. I've been dying to hear this guy's debut, and I won't accept that fact that it is mediocre. I hate to do this you, Grayson, but I'm putting you on my "hack critics" list, at least until I listen to the record myself and come to the sad realization that you were right.

I bet you can't wait to talk about this with the lady who does your pedicures.

True, but by reviewing it they remind us of its existence, and of the fact that no matter how far technology and society progresses, people will continue to inexplicably love terrible things.

It's Genevieve Koski doing the writing, here. I love the woman, but it seems to me that her specialty is picking the low-hanging fruit.

I'm not a fan of Lopez…
But I hate to see him go like this, especially since he was probably the biggest supporter of Conan moving to TBS. Hopefully O'Brien doesn't forget who his friends are.

I had a book boner for this.
I just started reading yesterday which is to say I haven't gotten very far and I don't know if any of my problems with the first book had been addressed but this gives me hope. All the time skips and Quentin just become a huge sanctimonious dick toward the end almost ruined a great book…

Look, I hate to be that guy…
But I have to wonder out loud where the Watch The Throne review is.

No, but seriously…
Where is the review for Watch The Throne?

Well, let's see…
I'm not a hoity-toity journalist like y'all, and I haven't gotten a copy of Mastodon's 'The Hunter' yet, but from what I've heard it's some of the most punishing, beautiful, and and heavy stuff they've yet put out, and I look forward to putting it at the top of my Best Of list.

Smoke Two Joints was a cover, you uneducated cumslut.

I can't fucking stand this.
Another shitty album born of sinister calculation that sycophantic fanboys will lap up and defending to the death behind a thick armor of "NAH NAH YOU JUST A FUCKIN HATER FUCK YOU N SHIT" and fuck this, man.

Real bands I would like to see play A.V. Fest:
Cults
Destroyer
Superchunk
The Antlers
Converge

So it's in Chicago, right?
So all your East Coast readers who love you and want to support you are going to have to pay and arm and a leg for transportation, right? Why do you hate us, A.V. Club.

The FUCK, man?!
When an album opens with an earth-shattering scream, and I'm sitting in complete darkness with my headphones on and the volume at 100%, I really should be given some kind of warning.

Fuck all y'all, cause The Spine is great. I'm not even going to pretend that it doesn't have more than one shitty track (to this day, I have never heard an album closer that was sleepier, slower, or more boring than "I Can't Hide From My Mind") but when it shines it blinds, and you cannot deny that songs like…