This works if there isn’t surrounding noise. (although I do hear enough of EV car noise that every time one brakes at the crosswalk while I’m in it I think the poor car has just died.)

I love that she wore a crisp white shirt with this - a crucial part of the foundation test being the transfer worry. (also, I love her doggy!)

I got to see the revival at Studio 54 (with the amazing Susan Egan as Sally Bowles) and the way the song shifts from a light folk song to chilling and menacing is an extraordinary piece of song/music writing.

Thank you for quoting because I wanted to respond to the “please accept white racism because I swear the other races would be even worse (because of racist reasons).” post but not by hitting “reply”. Any way here’s my response: “Guess what? That point you made, about how there are bad things that happen in other…

I love LOVE that they wrote this song to be beautiful and innocuous. It’s only at the end and “the world is mine” hits home.

Oh I’d forgotten the singing Irish fans. Gosh I love them.

Ah - no, the girls who have the insight are the families standing off to the side looking horrified. (and I think the women are trying to drag the men out of the pile. Edited to add: at least some of the women. Mama Slipper-Toss isn’t helping.)

Well put.

I remember watching their ad on viceland just before the show started (them talking to people outside the subway) and realizing I had to watch the show - I might only get like, a third of the jokes, but it’s still funnier and smarter than just about anything else I could be watching.  

It was so good it made all the other pre-award-show skits look worse in comparison and they were already bad.

Ah - thank you for saying something. I keep forgetting that other Kings fans don’t process the disappointment the way I (and the other’s making this joke) are. I’m sorry. Truthfully- I don’t care if they win or not. I care if they *care* about the game. And I think that’s starting to happen again. I just don’t want to…

I love your screen name!

I appreciate the analysis in this piece but really, all you had to write was “They’re the Kings. QED”

Okay, Michael,I love you and you are wonderful but a Mariachi alternative rock cover band called the Green Mild Jalepeño Peppers would be amazing. Every summer I get to hear the Mariachi cover band at the local church festival and their version of “Don’t Stop Believin’” is genuinely moving.

Annnnnnd this is how I’m going to think of her from now on.

But what kind of music would they play? I can’t decide what works best.

God I wanted a Miata when I was younger. Until I realized I was pretty much too tall for it at 14. (I’m weirdly proportioned and my head grazed the roof of my Malibu first thing in the morning before I started slouching.)

Barbie had a Jeep (not actually kidding with this, that early stuff attaches down deep in the psyche.) Cher drives a Jeep in Clueless (badly, but still). And I swear ads for Roxy surf gear has women driving Jeeps, same with beer ads but I’m not thinking of specifics.

“It’s fine! We’ll try again! Nope? Okay, one more time!”

That headline is perfection.