COUNTERPOINT

From the title on down, this article is pure poetry. 

Plus Lede of the Year.

the Dora Milaje School for Wishing a Motherfucker Would.

I’d just like to point out that whenever I’m about to post I check for the Arnheim comment because it usually says something similar to what I was about to post, except more eloquently and with less swear words.  It’s way easier to just give it a star.  

I...wow.

I’m glad some folks are enjoying this game; everyone has their somewhere they want to be, and that somewhere doesn’t work for other folks—and that’s fine. I enjoy a great many things others think are a waste of time.

This whole kerfuffle, though, comes off as one giant kettle of “we coasted way too hard on a…

The game’s sense of justice is really screwy. I stop to help a stage coach driver and his passenger who are being robbed by rival gang members. I kill the gang members, save the day. Some random passerby witnesses the event and he turns me in for murder. What the hell? Why doesn’t the account of the other two…

If it isn’t, I don’t want to be right.

Is this the appropriate forum to discuss my lifelong obsession with Queen Latifah?  

Bad or not, it was fun as shit.  

The second one was so bad, though. And never forget how ham-fisted Bay was/is with product placement. I hope that’s not as blatant this time around with the new director. Fucking five seconds staring at the side of a soda truck before the camera moves to show the building where the next scene takes place. Fifteen…

$0 because you’re not going to win.

This is the most “white people shit” ever. A couple generations ago, a single drop of Native blood would get you thrown out of the family. Now she wants to “claim” it so she can wear it like a scarf.

Promo photos always look kinda rank...so we can’t judge it too harshly, but...

“Ruby Rose is ______.”

Thats ALL i need to tune in.  Im in luff.

As a high school teacher... I’m really not excited for this.

I like the aesthetic they went for with Ledger’s, like he put it on a week ago and never took it off.

Somebody at R* gets a special kind of feeling every time someone makes a discovery regarding the clues to a ‘mystery’ he/she spent maybe a day working on but never intended to finish.

considering what my dog eats on a regular basis, Christmas tree water doesn’t even make the top ten.

All those swimming trophies my mom has displayed so proudly all these years suddenly seem to shine a little less brightly today. Thanks a lot, internet. You ruin everything.