I don't think you're alone, hence Sonic Mania being heralded so much.

Yeah, what purpose can a man have if he cannot sell hot-dogs to his fellow white men?

Brit here too, and I know Sugar Ray through 'Every Morning', but nothing else.

Yeah. I should say that I don't think it's a remotely bad film, it just feels that in has no interesting in being (or is perhaps embarrassed by being) a Batman film.

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It ignored what makes superheroes (and Batman in particular) appealing. DC are only starting to pull out of that.

This came out a bit later in the UK, if I recall correctly. I remember going to see it at my 'first, official 15-Certificate film in the cinema' which would have put it at February 1998. It was the first time I remember feeling that disappointment was going to be an adult emotion too.

It was a weird time to discover music. I began to take it seriously (as in actually buy records and magazines) in 1998 and was too young to appreciate the stuff 22 year old hipsters would have been into, but too much of a teenage boy to listen to Radio 1. That kind of left you nu-metal if you weren't popular enough to…

I realise our pop-culture was really different then, but this rings true for my experience of that album as a kid:

Wow, I know it's kind of a cliché that America never really got dance music, but that's quite the misreading of what the Prodigy did back then. What rave, clubbing and its shockwaves meant in the UK are way different to what they meant to the US, it seems, and it's sad that that schism never healed leaving you guys…

I've been avoiding it for this reason. I've been through those shitty times, and I wonder if this show could have tipped me, especially as a teen where due to being young and have the fog of depression over me, I might have misconstrued it. It's disappointing that the counsellor is so incompetent, although maybe more…

I'm in the UK and have turned peopled aged from about 28-40 into huge fans. It's just a genuinely silly, uplifting film even if you don't get all the specifics.

This looks incredibly mediocre, but I can't help wonder what the inspiration for the beanie-wearing, blue haired, snarky character is now. Cool record store clerks? From what shell of a record store? Shouldn't anyone with those signifiers be posting on Tumblr and be caring a hell of a lot these days?

I'd say you can get a feel for people's views on that from their interests. It requires a bit of assuming and stereotyping, but the actual date would be for deciding whether they're awful or not. It's a bit serious and negative for the profiles.

The weirdest thing about this kind of mash-up, reference heavy nerd-culture is the only thing I can take away from it is 'well done for buying things, you relentless consumer, you!'

I live in an area which has a pretty unique dialect, and nothing irks me more when people use it on local news Facebook pages. How long must it take to battle your spellchecker or predicative text in order to make yourself look 'genuine'?

The guy who kept striking out seemed to have little bursts of entitlement in there that he might want to look at, but seemed otherwise sympathetic.

I always read that ending as 'chill, and we'll see'. Scott was a better person by the end, but I didn't read it as there being any guarantee of a relationship.

Succeeding or not succeeding isn't really the point, and if commercial success for art was an instant path to 'happiness', I'd be jamming to the new Joy Division and Nirvana records right now. Dan Harmon said something interesting, that (paraphrasing) if you're writing and never make it, ask yourself if you'd see it…

I'm sorry to hear that, I've been following your story for weeks and I was routing for you. The inward anger and depression is pretty familiar to me too. I think people will offer better advice about self-esteem and overthinking than I, a self-loathing overthinker, can, but good luck.