Jay Smooth is the best ever. I use his videos in my classes a lot, and they're always so helpful.

That definitely makes me feel better about the film as a whole, then. Thanks.

Holy exposition, Batman! I guess they have to do that as a review, or for people who are seeing the film without seeing the show, but it all seemed fairly on the nose to me.

Yep, I was forced to eat that every Sunday for years. My grandmother's recipe was also topped with a maraschino cherry. I'm from Georgia originally, where there are cookbooks with entire chapters of Congealed Salads, y'all.

I have a few friends who claim to have slept with Mayer when he was banging everyone in Atlanta just before Room for Squares dropped, and the reviews of his bedroom performances are not positive.

Yep. At the last big conference I went to, I saw a respected senior scholar in my field (who has a reputation for being kind of a d-bag personally) give a junior scholar his hotel room key. She was confused for a second, and then very quickly and awkwardly refused. It was really weird to observe that happening.

She did not feel nauseous, source. She felt nauseated. If you're wed to "nauseous" in that sentence, then the fog was nauseous. It bums me out that almost no one knows the difference anymore. #englishteacherproblems

The film Iron-Jawed Angels is also worth a look.

It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round. Or so I've heard.

Oh my god, I know. First Amy and Will, and now this. If Nick and Megan split, I will have no more celebrity couples to champion. And yes, I call them by their first names. Because I want to.

Peggy Orenstein's book Cinderella Ate My Daughter has a chapter on that.

YESSSS. I also do this. Thank you for making me feel less lame.

They'd have to cut things. Or, well, cut "Contact."

I'm a prof at a Christian college, and I mentor a few undergrad women. I frequently tell them not to date men who read/like Driscoll. It's pretty much my one-step idiot-dude test.

Nice!

I was Daria two years ago. I am a college prof and my students wanted to wear costumes that year, and asked me to wear mine. I did, and none of them knew Daria. I felt horribly old, as well as sad for their cultural deprivation.

I actually haven't seen that show. I just know it gets similar criticism. I watch/watched all the other ones, though.

Arguably yes. But I think the idea is that this (like Mad Men, The Sopranos, Walking Dead and Boardwalk Empire—that all have similar fan issues) is a show set in a universe populated almost exclusively by assholes. Walt and Jesse are assholes and the internet LOVES them for it. Men on television seem to be allowed to…

That would be cool. I think the ricin is going to the Schwartzes, though.

Why does he keep saying "brand" over and over? Is he truly that un-self-aware?