You clearly are. You’re being incredibly passive-aggressive about it, but just from this post and your others, that’s pretty much all we can expect from you - you’re simply too much of a wimp to take a stand.

Nope. No issues with women. I view them as human beings - what do you view women as, exactly, hmm?

Yeah, it’s not about a passion for the subject, but rather, a passion for the mechanics of making content and money from that subject.

I swear, I’m one of about three fucking people on the planet who couldn’t stand Scrubs. 

“Yes, but it’s only wrong when white female fandoms are mocked” - H. Ewens, probably.

The sugar-and-spice bullshit needs to die, but unfortunately, people like Ewens and Naftule up there make far too much money from it (though I’d wager Naftule makes far less).

Sigh. If only I looked like this...

Of course you don’t - you’re exactly why Ewens’ gets to write that book.

Yeah, it’s another set of well-off Beckies who feel they’re entitled to be top of the social heap proclaiming that the slightest embarrassment or inconvenience they feel for their own personal tastes is as grave an injustice anything else on the planet - then again, that’s pretty much Vice’s business model.

It’s almost as if Ewens’ started off her conclusion that her fandom is perfect and worked backwards from their.

Not a nerd; just have more empathy and understanding of others than the sorts of white scenester girls who get your dick hard.

Awww, would you prefer Ashley’s and Ewens’ catty passive-aggression?

Barsanti’s hedging his bets, because he can’t commit to anything and desperately wants to be liked by everyone. 

Jesus, I only skimmed the article and I feel dumber for reading even that much. This is some classic AV Club “An Overprivileged White Girl Who Is Nominally Attractive Said It, Therefore It Must be Art” crap.

They didn’t include the Clerks episode, which is a shame:

Could be worse. They coulda named the cat Randy.

I’m a big William Gibson fan. I bought his most recent book, but just can’t bear to read it for this reason.

I first played this game in October, 2001. You can bet your arse it was a a head trip. Even my mum recognised this, when I was reading one of the notices in NYC about being on the lookout for terrorist activies. 

They found the suit, by the way. This story just came out on the Age.

So, who here knows William Gibson’s password...and what it unlocks, and where?