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It's incredibly toxic. I spent a couple of years working for a web company like that (you've heard of them), where there was lots of mandatory fun, a casual work environment that was actually hard to get work done in, and toys, graphic novels and books everywhere. The CEO was spoken of in hushed, excited voices,

Hey, lay off the International Alliance Of Theatrical Stage Employees labor union logo. We are legion.

This piece definitely illustrated how little I knew about this movie. I remember seeing the banner ads (prolly here) and thinking it was about a relentlessly chipper gymnast who was a perennial runner-up.

I will only ever remember The Reader for its mention in the Oscars' opening number that year.

It's also the guy who directed the Diane Arbus movie. So there is a scene where Lisbeth shaves Vic's entire body and fucks him.

1) What, exactly, actually makes this more than voyeuristic horseshit?

Based on the fact that I got two diametrically opposed answers it sounds like a confusing detail.

So I'm not caught up yet but I need to ask someone who's gotten to the end before it drives me mad: Why does Hannah keep calling her baby daddy a waterski instructor? He was a surf instructor. Did I miss the part where he was also a waterski instructor, or is it supposed to be some weird joke?

I already told them to get off and one said I can "sit on it."

Speak for yourself.

I'd honestly say most people younger than me color their hair loud colors and wear nothing but busy patterns. They dress like a 40 year-old in the 90s would've thought kids in 2025 would dress.

Black, with a Sony DVD logo bouncing from corner to corner.

It's not so much that we love it as we love ourselves for having stayed awake.

I have a few recordings of myself going through John Waters's trash I could send you from my phone's voice memos.

…visuals that photo editor Elizabeth Renstrom describes as akin to what one might experience from tripping on ayahuasca at their parents’ house. Inside the pages of the magazine (and within this podcast overview), things get, if possible, even more surreal…Ross Ufberg dishes on a three-day male-only Jewish religious

We are the adequate, forgettable, occasionally regrettable: Rock band Presidents of the U.S.A.!

By and large, a mixtape is distributed for free, involves the artist rapping over predominately preexisting/well-known beats, and is a lot more unpolished than an actual album. It hearkens back to when rappers would give tapes out from their backpack to try and get their name out there.

I went to RSD once (to pick up Rock Rot or Rule) and it felt a lot more like "stand in line and look at stuff I might buy if $20 meant a whole lot less to me" day.

I'm looking forward to the return of Silicon Valley (or Silly-con Valley as it's called in my household!), but if there's one thing that constantly drives me nuts about the show it's the plot loop each season's been trapped in.

This sequel is lining up to be the sequeliest sequel in all sequeldom.