…the default reaction was, "That poor, straight white guy!" but if you see it now, it's like, "Oh, he's a dick."

I've never understood how the "I'll pay all of you ladies a hefty sum to accuse so-and-so of sexual assault" conspiracy is supposed to play out.

Hey, Black People? You're welcome.

Yeah, but this doesn't look merely like a new version of an age-old story. It looks like they lifted everything directly from the 1971 movie, including the production and character design, the songs, and even some of the dialogue. That's not a retelling, it's just laziness.

That was Ralph E. Wolf. He and Sam The Sheepdog were two working-class stiffs who would "clock out" at the end of each cartoon. There was nothing personal about their animosity; it was just business.

Futurama did a satire, and no one minded. But this clearly isn't a satire. It seems like they just took a pre-existing movie, animated it (poorly), and copy-pasted two old-time cartoon characters into the story. Still, we're not mad at it—just confused. Who exactly was asking for this?

My thoughts on our First Lady: (really, I have only one.)

Symbols matter, but it's a fair point that they shouldn't matter just because a cadre of internet trolls says so. Now, Pepe is a recognizable drawing that doesn't appear in nature, but milk? That's a pretty ubiquitous substance, to put it mildly.

Honestly, for her first two appearances on the podcast, I really thought some American comedian had developed an extremely convincing Australian accent, and was playing a funny new character named "Claudia Doherty."

Oh, man. Forget about Pepe for a second—can we all agree that no "cowboy-themed" outfit in the history of the American West has ever looked anything like that?

For every day there's an AVC article about some idiot swallowing something inedible for attention, I pledge to consume one (1) bottle of red wine.

Remember, according to Tim Allen, offended feminists are the real Nazis.

I am rapidly tiring of hearing about the latest trials and tribulations of O'Reilly, Beck, Lahren, Jones, and other conservative goons on a daily basis. Now I'm not sick of the reporting, you understand; it just pains me to know that these people still exist and other people still earnestly care about them.

I had a weird dream about Mena Suvari just the other night.

(to camera) Nice actor, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.

There were no huge blockbusters (those only happen every three years or so nowadays) but a lot of critical darlings: besides the two that Mark mentioned, Dear Evan Hansen and Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812 will probably be nominated.

I always get The Satyricon, The Decameron, and The Necromonicon confused.

They bamboozle you with a series of non sequiturs and jump around shouting "Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!"

She was driving around in a circle and thought she saw it several times, but it was only a series of ducks.

He's the Phineas Gage of geese!