...“ingrates”?

I will never, ever understand how it’s become commonly accepted that that was a mullet when, in fact, it was just long hair.

Hopefully no one ever mentions Eric Garcetti again and he falls into a sewer somewhere.

That was my thought, and it seemed odd. I mean, this isn’t the first time they’ve shown... let’s be kind and call it “ambivalence” toward Taylor, so if they didn’t think he was the long-term answer (and while he is solid, he’s not much more, so he probably isn’t), it would’ve made more sense, probably, to start…

Well, given the state of the Buffalo Bills over the past 17 years, I’d say “building for the future” isn’t exactly their strong suit, whereas actually slipping into the playoffs during a year when the AFC is pretty top heavy might actually interest some fans again. But if you’re going to tank, maybe go into the season…

I love Hannibal the book for it’s bat-shittery — on top of that, the film’s ending feels like an attempt to attach the least offensive ending possible to a movie about a cannibal maniac, which seems wrong-headed to me.

After reading her book, I came to the same conclusion.

Seriously. It extends to musicians, too. I remember reading Kim Gordon’s book, and her sneering about Corgan “not being punk.” Oh, really? The guy who advertises his love of ELO and Big Country isn’t “punk”? Gee, did it occur to you ever that he wasn’t trying to be?

Let’s see what Papa John’s comes up with re: “a positive way forward,” and then check back.

“My heart and my best intentions still tell me that’s true, but the facts and evidence tell me it is not.”

BREAKING: Career politicians tend to equivocate.

Yeah, the sheer smug glee wafting off this post probably isn’t the best look.

This whole situation reminds me of when the NBA introduced those new balls that kept fucking up the players’ hands. I don’t think those balls made it even half a season.

Hey, everyone assumed this was what happened with the Colts, too, but they didn’t count on Jim Irsay, an idiot coach, and a clueless front office basically amputating Andrew Luck’s throwing arm.

Yeah, but then he ends up going through a crisis of conscience when he finds the kid murdered, which in retrospect is much less believable.

Not only that, but his character dies even more brutally in the book.

Companies like Papa John’s will do everything in their power to deflect blame away from where it should lie if it involves altering what they do in any significant way. More palatable to blame black folks kneeling than to spend more money on better ingredients, or more training, or whatever it would actually take to…

I always found this to be the most compelling breakdown of the Woody Allen-Mia Farrow-molestation or no? affair: