The way I see it, there's no evidence whatsoever that Sandra Fluke is a slut or a prostitute, but there's ample public evidence of Sarah Palin being a straight-up fucking cunt.  So, why is calling someone a cunt worse than being one?

There's a superlative in Italian, "fichissimo," which essentially means "cuntest," and it's used the same way English speakers describe something as "the coolest," "the most awesome," etc.  I wish "cunt" and "pussy" had the same sort of positive connotation in English when used in a nonsexual context.

Single White Female, Mulholland Dr., Black Swan …  Yep, it's a sure sign of hysteria.

That was some dress, I have to admit.

That's a terrific, indispensable article, Craig.  I've spent more time reading about this book than it would take to actually read it, and I feel like the book's "controversy" has been more enlightening than the performance art that engendered it.

Someday I hope Tom Hanks can crack that code and defeat his arch-nemesis, but it seems like Old Man Da Vinci always has one more trick up his sleeve.

Fingal is often exasperatingly fussy, but D'Agata just comes across as a raging, intolerably pretentious asshole.  His sour-grapes sermonizing about the search for "truth" (not literal truth!) in capital-A Art is insufferable.  He seems like the kind of guy who would really benefit from catching a beatin'.

I was looking forward to seeing this, but when I read an early review a while back (from a festival screening or something, I guess) that mentioned inappropriate looks and comments from the uncle, it was obvious that sexual abuse would factor into the film’s twist.  It’s disappointing (but hardly surprising) that the…

Good thing there wasn't one of those "no, shirt, no shoes, no service" signs at that bar.  They both might've been out of luck.

Incidentally, here's a video of Todd Snider in his East Nashville mansion.  Of course, it doesn't show his room-sized vault, in which he swims in gold coins like Scrooge McDuck.  This fucker has a lot of nerve writing about poor people — he's wearing a scarf indoors!

I'm pretty sure Snider has plenty of street cred where the working poor are concerned.  He's always been honest about being broke, and he's equally as honest about enjoying what he does, getting paid for it, and just flat-out enjoying the applause for it.

I've got every one of his albums, and even though there's some repetition in his live ones, the stories on The Storyteller are pretty damn perfect.  I gave a copy of that album to a guy I work with who'd never even heard of Todd Snider, and now he quotes stuff from it (both stories and lyrics) like it's one of his…

I hope Snider doesn't turn into the AV Club's next pet Dawes (or a burnout from the smoke pit), but I'm glad this dude's getting all these write-ups here.  The guy has been playing recent live shows with a missing front tooth, like Ed Helms in The Hangover (which Snider has claimed was due to a gambling-related…

Hey, watch your language.  My four-year-old daughter reads these comments, man.

You know Atticus was tapping that.

Reading about it in Wifey definitely spoiled a certain appreciation I had for the book in high school.

Whoops.  SPOILERS.

I anticipate that it will be almost exactly like Wifey, except the main character will be able to cast a spell to cure her own gonorrhea.

The sound design in general is immersive and detailed, but I liked that things that are big to Arrietty sound "big."

My only criterion for determining whether or not a work of art (or cultural expression, since "art" is a loaded term) is worthwhile is simply whether or not it's interesting.  When the only thing interesting about a book or movie is the plot, it tends to have wider appeal, but that doesn't necessarily appeal to my own…