I found the film devastatingly sad.

I found the film devastatingly sad.

Also, Kanye's best art is - generally - Kanye talking about Kanye. I feel like Lena Dunham posits her art as something that speaks for the experience (or certain aspects of the experience) of womanhood, which is probably part of why:

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I miss his brief, poorly-publicized "not a total asshole" phase?

Yeah, I remember when Vice magazine started getting really popular when it was still Gavin McInnes' baby, and the last thing we need is a retread of that kind of smug "are we actually bigoted or just being IRONIC???" amateur-agent-provocateur horseshit. Especially now.

To be fair, we actually don't know that. The way the story's being reported makes it seem like it was a morally motivated decision, but given that no one from the network has actually given their motivation, it just as likely was the actual ratings.

This is how I reacted, more or less, except that it was so weird and surreal and genuinely unsettling that I actually didn't mind that it wasn't funny. I can't say I "enjoyed" it, but it really stuck with me - as I might have mentioned in another thread (the Brett Gelman one?), the closest comparison I can think of is…

To be fair, that article was from when Sam Hyde was just a regular old asshole, not a vocally alt-right asshole.

I have an ever-shifting Top 100 Albums list and, counting in production work and collaborations, no one appears on it more than Eno.

I remember seeing an episode without knowing anything about it (except that there was a John Maus cameo) and finding it like an Americanized version of Chris Morris' Jam. I liked it fine on those terms, but finding out the broader context for it definitely left a sour taste in my mouth.

Is it commonly accepted by now that Paul Verhoeven is actually a great director? Because if it's not, goddamn is it ever overdue.

A sweet, romantic place.

I LIKE TO EAT!

I AM A PIONEER!

That was precisely why I clicked on it, actually.

I'm not sad about this. I always worried about the show sticking around too long and getting shitty, so I'm relieved that they've given themselves enough time to wrap it up in a (hopefully) satisfying way.

It got less funny the night Lindsey threw his guitar at her from across the stage and the rest of the band almost beat the crap out of him for it.

My favourite story about the show is how the Chiquita Banana Obama song was supposed to have actual words at one point but as soon as the director heard the nonsense Eric was singing just to work out the vocal melody he was like "nope, we're using that instead".

Also, he appears to be wearing poorly-applied skin-whitening cream?

This, basically. Hateful idiots still have the potential to snap out of it under the right circumstances. People who capitalize off of hate while knowing it's bullshit are worse because they actually can tell the difference between right and wrong and have deliberately chosen evil.