I mean, a) that's absolutely her right, and b) "Gavin" strikes me as a relatively gender-neutral name regardless.
But also c) I haven't actually looked into this enough to know for sure, so, um.

Truly the only sensible way forward in these troubling times is a return to 28-minute suites about rephrased versions of Anglican folklore.
*keyboard solo*

An unfortunate hair-dye accident.

Thanks for kind of un-fucking this show, Netflix.
I mean, it would've been nice if you hadn't fucked it in the first place, but the un-fucking is appreciated.

And probably my favorite song of theirs, as well. imo it's one of the best metaphors for social anxiety in music, and all wrapped up in chintzy Cold War-era espionage aesthetics to boot. But it didn't make the soundtrack of the Super Mario Bros. movie, so into the hole of history it goes.

We'll see how this practice translates to the screen when the new Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. season hits in the fall, followed by how audiences will actually react to it when the same thing happens in Infinity War.

Not until after they've set up her presence with some worldbuilding in the film for Arachne, the villain from Turn Off The Dark.

And thanks to the omnipresence of the internet they'll be viral jokes before they even come out instead of years in the future when someone stumbles across an old VHS tape

A very detailed and edifying response! (Even if one that still unfortunately leads to a dance music festival being held during June in a city that seems to literally melt in the sunshine.)

(I'll note that 808 State was offering proof of how much better an idea this would be in 1989)

Yeah, I wasn't around for the 90's rave era but I'm invested in it enough to know how giggly and delighted 90's rave acts were when they got the chance to put the letter "E" in the title of something they did, preferably repeatedly.
I mean, even that ravey World Cup single that New Order went to UK #1 with was…

Unfortunately most of the venues to exercise this sort of creativity will be shut down within the decade so as to better serve the city's new remit as a playground for young stockbrokers.
Unless they were the target demographic for these "breakfast raves" to begin with, of course.

Why are none of these big summer dance festivals held somewhere generally temperate, like the Pacific Northwest?
Is it owed entirely to a held-over desert mysticism fetish from 90's rave culture, or only partly?

You figured out the plot, Galaxion. You saw through the smokescreen to the truth of this snarky headline. Congrats

I went to a local production of Assassins in the midst of the election where the (scant) audience was prompted to hold a mock "vote" during the intermission. The three candidates were Trump, Clinton, and Sanders; Sanders won by a landslide.
The show itself was fine - the actor playing Byck was way too "cartoon drunk"…

Still sounds better than I was expecting.
Despite that I think I'll limit my consumption of this to the hilarious Imax trailer:

Though let's hope this season doesn't end with Cooper traveling back to the s2 finale and stopping himself from ever going into the Black Lodge, erasing all the new cast members from the revival in the process.
If for no other reason than that I'd rather not watch Naomi Watts vanish in his arms.

As far as I'm concerned Jade is the breakout star of the season.

It's mine now, certainly.

Those wacky Samoans!