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The term “elevated horror” gets thrown around a lot these days, but you don’t hear much about “elevated action.”

I can’t unhear Jack Donaghy with, “Logging is the deadliest profession in the world.” I half expected Tracy Morgan to pop in.

It’s Rabin! Now bring back Sean O’Neil, Tasha Robinson, and Zodiac Motherfucker!

“Won’t somebody PLEASE think of the transphobes!”

Ah. The return of the Gentleman’s F. Welcome back, old friend. 

Or you could be like Joe Hill and not use your famous parent’s name professionally.

Who can forget the enormous power Rosemary Clooney wielded in 1980's Hollywood when George Clooney got his start? Studio executives cowered in fear that she might sic Danny Kaye on them.

It’s always assumed that women attained their position through something other than talent or hard work. They got the job because they are pretty. They slept their way to the job. Daddy bought it for them.  It isn’t surprising that they get tarred with the Nepo Baby brush more often as well.

Maybe it’s because he’s literally a Deus Ex Machina, but he seems to be the only acceptable - even universally-praised - “magical Negro”, from before that was even a thing. And it’s still such an underappreciated gem of a movie (Cobb’s performance is the button on it.)

One important one AWOL:

Brookfield Properties.

NO ONE HELP HIM!!

The Kids in the Hall was pretty revolutionary TV in general for me, personally, when it came to both representation and addressing LGBT+ issues head on. I have two moms, and growing up having a show like KITH was a godsend.

How was Top Gun left off this list?

The tone of this piece is bleak. And accurate. 

Are we sure it was Will & Grace that got Trump crushing on Messing? If anything, he was probably under the delusion that she was more like her character on Seinfeld:

Yep, she was in line right behind the big huge manly men who weep giant manly tears because Trump saved America.

If Worf needed a blaze that would light the gates of Stovokor, he only needed to do a R_J_S poetry reading, instead of attacking that shipyard's sun.