So you're saying one of your biggest gripes about the book is that there are already too many parenting memoirs?

Calling that review an evisceration just makes you seem like the biggest pussy in the world.

Yeah it's horrible to see the little guys like ESPN get picked on.

This wasn't very good. Maron's comfortable in front of the camera but that doesn't necessarily mean he's a good actor. In that coffee shop scene where he encounters his ex-wife, the level of acting he displays can best be described as Seinfeld-esque.

Just out of curiosity, has there ever been anything posted as a part of "For Our Consideration" that's actually worthy of anyone's consideration?

In the interest of appearing sensitive to the suffering we endure from all the frivolous rhetoric we're exposed to on the Internet, you guys really should have considered scrapping this entire article.

I take back what I said a couple of weeks ago. NOW I've never been more ready for the show to be canceled. It practically draws a line in the sand, meaning if you liked the episode you're squarely on the side of morons.

I can see why this guy referenced "the new (and current) NBC Sports basketball theme" since it's only been more than ten years since the NBA left NBC.
There was nothing "smart" or "funny" about the opening monologue by Vince Vaughn, whose sad Swingers-era shtick no doubt made viewers recall a time when Vaughn wasn't so…

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I'm hoping to get called out by the mooks at Nerdist. Which reminds me, I really have to start talking more shit about those fucking guys.

The fucking best is Latrell Sprewell, who rejected the Timberwolves' 3-year $21 million contract extension by saying "I have a family to feed." Of course he also gets bonus points for choking P.J. Carlesimo.

I remember I saw this and then Matewan — which was revelatory — and consequently I made a mental note to check out more of John Sayles' oeuvre, but then I never did because I am a lazy, lazy bastard. The end.

Well that fucking weirdo who can't stop whining about adding Call Chelsea Peretti should be posting any minute now.

How the hell does a boring milquetoast like Jesse Thorn inspire vitriol? They don't like his taste in pocket squares?

I have zero problems feeling like an outsider here.

That's just it. I like my analysis without "poetry." Compare the above review with Roger Ebert's for the same movie. The latter is concise and terrifically composed. It's not encumbered with gratuitously florid writing, which I think AV critics sometimes conflate with intellectual heft. Sure, it works for…

I can see why you're confused.

I see bombast for its own sake. The direct examples of defensiveness come later in the review, while that opening paragraph is sheer exposition. The Pujols analogy is a weird one: Pujols stopped getting MVP nods because of his diminishing level of play, not because people just wanted to see a new face get the honor.

The writing in the opening paragraph is overwrought enough that I already know this guy cares more about his voice than the movie he's charged with reviewing.

Lemon and Stay are great songs but Numb is reassuring in that it confirms U2 are still profoundly worthy of our scorn.