"The Book to Read" got a C rating. WTF?

To an extent, I see what Anya means: the Great Commonwealth tends to be presented as a grabbag of stereotypes (but: Luh'vil? Kats?). Still, the way to combat Big Media mythologizing is not by swinging to the opposite end of the binary but by blowing that goddam binary up. Cf. Hickey the Hillbilly Vampire.

The show also depicted Lexington as a mountain town and Corbin as a suburb of Harlan. In the last season, it also showed us a hipster coffee shop in SEKY (I'm thinking Whitesburg), which ought to make Anya happy—"talking back to pernicious stereotypes"—if she'd only bother to engage the texts she "condescends" to.

I was with you till that last bewildering comment, Anya—which would better be ascribed to Aaron Sorkin than to Mark Zuckerberg, btw.

1. You watch fictional TV for accuracy?
2. Justified is brilliant. This show is not.
3. I live in in SE KY—about ninety minutes from the nearest Whole Foods. How is Lexington on the mountaintop removal scale?

There are several errors in this review. The pregnant woman did not die, and the murders of Whitman's wife and mother are indeed mentioned.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Is DAMN. fun.?

How's it goin'. Mr. Peterson?

Somewhere out there is the World's Second Greatest Vaper.

Can we talk about the dipshit who wanders out toward the fighting animals, totally protected from harm because he's got a fucking camera?

I was mortified to learn how the vote went in Amherst's recent vote to replace its onetime team name, the Genocidal Gents (or whatever). "Mammoths" won out over the vastly superior "Fighting Poets." The t-shirt sales would have funded the Business Department.

Because you cannot—hyphenate—
A movie's—dialog
Doesn't mean—you shouldn't—dash
Down lines—that stagger—Dawg

There were confused, disappointed teenagers at my showing of Hail, Caesar. (Besides me and my wife, they were pretty much the only people there.) What did the title make them think they were going to see?

Terrific. Now you've got me rethinking that whole World War I thing we're memorializing.

Kroger's Frozen Bagels are BEST!

What are lightning cables?

There's a superannuated NASA-sized dish right up the mountain from my house. In the summer you can't see it. When the trees are bare, you can see squirrels and deer peering into it quizzically.

I think that the best barbecue ever was made by Maurice Bessinger, a straightup Confederate loon, so I am more than happy to overlook politics if it means shoveling delicious food into my gaping maw. But once you get past all the sfx, that frosting glob of a cake looks nasty.

Is it true that it is easier to translate Macbeth into Klingon than A Midsummer Night's Dream? Because there are more ways to say "stabbystab" than "whimsywhee"?