Actually the reason POC can’t be comfortable in NYC is more to do with years and years of institutionalised racism and oppression which magically didn’t go away overnight just because Obama became President. It’s actually got nothing to do with one person bitching on Twitter, but thanks for using it as the crux of…

So, you accuse MadsMikklesenCommentingOnStuff of being a liar and making stories up about your friends, and then immediately follow that up by saying that you know he has lots of friends that are racist, sexist or homophobic that he has let slide.

No, not a whole race, I’m specifically talking only about the Irish immigrant experience in America.

Actually, the notion of “Whiteness” is an interesting one in relation to the Irish. You’re right in that back when the Irish first started emigrating to America they were discriminated against and considered as foreign as any person of colour.

I’d suggest actually talking to black women about how they feel living in a society where they are brought up to accept predominantly white standards of beauty (light skin, straight hair) as the norm and how that affects their own sense of self and how they feel the need to conform to those standards in order to…

Definite shades of Sam Malone in Mid-Life Crisis Michael. That in itself is enough to bump this ep to a B plus.

A woman got a car for some sauce? What a weird, crazy dystopian time to be alive.

Great write-up, shades of Charlie Brooker-esque despair in there.

The opening credits have an unshakeable aura of mid-90s science fiction anthology.

Murder She Wrote. Such a lame, repetitive show... and yet that theme tune is irresistible. Angela Lansbury and that theme deserved better.

No Asghar Farhadi, and yet John Logan makes the list?

O - Oh no, we’ve got to get that orphan.

They’ve been foreshadowing this for a while, Diane still being fundamentally unsure about what she wants in life and whether she’s actually in love with Mr PB or simply trying her best to love him.

I mean if nothing else, it at least lends a moment of levity and surreality in a show that promises to be grim and heartbreaking.

Seeing as it’s based on a real life person who has a twin brother, I couldn’t really call it a gimmick. It’s bit like watching The Social Network and questioning the whole Winkelvoss Twins gimmick.

Goddammit. I really want things to work out for this Princess Carolyn and Ralph. I don’t think I’ve ever been this invested in a relationship between a cartoon cat and mouse.

Well the bit that always gets me is “It’s Quiet Uptown”.

The clunky set-up just adds to the joy of seeing it play out over and over again. The man just blurts it out, and it happens so fast that you don’t really give it that much thought, thinking it’s just a funny little non-sequitur, and then damn, they just hit that button over and over again and it just keeps getting…

Trout Mask Replica.

Wrap it up folks, nobody’s going to top this comment.