Disagree.

I swear we were just having this conversation.

Can you imagine Guy traveling to some of the more far-flung locations Anthony does? Picture it with me - Guy enters a small roadside shack in Oaxaca. A couple of chickens refuse to get out of his way in the dirt driveway.

In Rachel’s case, it’s more that she comes off as barely even a cook. Slathering a few layers of transparently fake peppiness and cheer over top of that just emphasizes and highlights that she’s making yet another fucking burger.

Malapropisms, we can still file under the kinds of things a copyeditor could and should catch. But alas...

One realizes the AVC copyediting hasn’t exactly ever been too spot-on; the rush to get reviews posted, particularly for TV Club, is just too much.

I don’t think you’re wrong - but Herb offers drastically greater specificity into Bojack’s experience of How Fucked Up Hollywoo Is™ than the show’s offered to this point. A great deal of the show’s shorthand for the industry meatgrinder isn’t up-ended by this episode; I don’t think that’s the point. I take from it…

1) I definitely maybe possibly bought the International Male catalogue sometime back in a distant time called the 90's. I’m not sure how, but I thank the stars I talked myself out of buying the Opera Cloak.

The seventies would like you to remind you they existed:

The guys who aim to emulate the grody tech bro libertarians - except that their startup is in their mom’s garage.

Mac and cheese, hands down.

In true AV Club fashion:

These days, I’ll take the silver linings where I can get them.

You’re right - I should definitely clarify that of all the medical and allied professions, nursing is the most deserving of respect and admiration.

Kind of like the pricing systems for airlines or Uber, I like it. For the past fifteen years, my order has almost never changed: double short Americano.

True, true. Though Dan’s clear preference for twinks perhaps suggests maybe we’d all do well to scooch over to his more direct pipeline from The Stranger for the nubile young lads of his fancy.

It may be a betrayal of wokeness credentials and maybe even downright pollyanna, but I’m still inclined to appreciate that social media’s allowed us to more clearly assess and confront the extent of hidden prejudice, fairweather progressivism in our communities, and within ourselves.

I’ll be the big man and admit to having seen Kathy Griffin live.

The real fun (where available) is in scooching back into commenting histories and feeds to see just how respectful they were of the office of the President between 2009 and 2016.

Minus one to the new AV Club, Dan’s a hot daddy and can get it.