Yeah. That would’ve been a WAY better shape for it.

The future is already here, it just isn’t evenly distributed.

Well, Steve Trevor has awlays been a bit of a damsel in distress. Just one with a dick.

The ‘crown’ is a New God thing. So it’s like I get *why* they did it, but it’s not workin’ for her.

They’re antnonyms. Grit isn’t just about hard edges, it genuinely is about realism. That’s why it’s applied to books like Long Halloween, or Nolan’s batman films, which made a point of trying to be more grounded than what came before.

The original idea was that she’d be the daughter of Zeus in this continuity... but then that actually happened in the New 52 so Timm was all SHIT WHAT NOW and then someone pointed out that his entire concept for her was mashing up the New Gods with Olympus so... why not just ditch the Olympus side? So she’s Bekka of…

Cartoony kind of has a lot to do with gritty because they’re kind of the opposite. Gritty implies an attempt at realism rather than the kind of cartoony comedy in that short. Granted, it’s dark comedy (that joke about fridging is kinda rough) but it’s ultimately a silly short that’s not too far off the old Batman TAS…

Shit, Typo’d.

Batman is Kirk Langstrom. This is what the Man-Bat serum did to him in this universe. The Waynes didn’t go to the theater that night. Bruce is just a rich heir.

This is hardly dark and gritty. It’s cartoony as fuck with the main difference being that characters are less unrealistically virtuous.

You’ve probably been told this a billion times by now, but a lot of stoners will take an upper (Cocaine, Amphetamines, whatever) to straighten themselves out.

Well, New Vegas actually had this kind of paranoid, gangster-movie spy thing going on once you got to Vegas proper.

It’s probably still going to be the same engine Skyrim ran on.

There were two serious spinoff ideas that got shot down. One would have followed a middle aged Sally Draper as her career wound down in the 2010s, and the other would have followed Peggy (and possibly other characters like Joan and Harry) as they set up the LA Satellite Office.

Bryan Batt says that he assumed that Sal’s marriage crumbled and that he got swept up in gay culture after the stonewall riots.

Well, to be fair, their parents generally grew up in a society that coddled them just as much, but in different ways.

I think it’s the specific example she’s using, but the issues are way bigger and more pervasive.

It’s not really about student/prof relationships. That’s just the jumping off point. It’s more about how contemporary campus culture, shaped in large part by the social justice movement, infantalizes students and tacitly encourages them to adopt an antifeminist and paternalistic attitude towards women.

Actually, he doesn’t anymore. Back when he started writing for the New Yorker they told him that every piece he put out for them had to be clear fiction or stand up to the kind of fact check that they’d subject serious journalism to. So he can’t even really exaggerate that much. That’s why he wrote all those awful…

The most egregious offender in the memoir department is probably Stephen Fry. Sure, he’s funny and has led an interesting and varied life. But that justifies one memoir. Not three with a fourth on the way. Even he’s lost patience with it. His last memoir, More Fool Me, ends with him dumping largely unedited excerpts…