“When You Were Mine” was on Prince’s Dirty Mind album released in 1980, so I’m not sure how anyone “didn’t know” he wrote it when Lauper released her cover in ‘83.

I’ve found that it’s usually fragile, uneducated men who’ve had some traumatic personal event that they simply can’t deal with, mentally, who turn to this lunatic for some kind of comfort. A way of understanding a world they see as suddenly dangerous and hostile specifically to them. Weakness and fear. Like so many…

Is this performance art?

Try again, kiddo, that salvo was total nonsense.

Pure bullshit, just in long form this time.

You haven’t put forth any “reasoned debate,” yourself, champ. Just run off crying as soon as someone was a little mean to you.

Awesome. You just admitted you’re a credulous moron who believes anything that reinforces his prejudices, no matter how insane. You do not believe in fact or reason; research or evidence.

Nah

Having grown up through the ‘80s Cold War, it boggles my mind that we have now lost it, 30 years after it ended.

Worth it. There’s 4 full seasons to binge right now, and the 5th will be done by the time you’re there.

Wow. This is just how these kinds of regimes come into effect, I guess. Completely blatant, out in the open, treacherous and treasonous and uncaring. While we all just sit here shrugging our shoulders and saying “what can we do?”

It’s like high-dose radiation; better to avoid direct exposure.

Team got your back

Why do you keep giving attention to this useless stick-figure attention-seeker? She has nothing of value to add to anything.

Taylor Swift would never even consider doing anything that might make her lily-white suburban flyover fanbase think, period, let alone think about disagreeing with her. Mindless consumption of her pablum, that’s all she wants from them.

Is LeBron supposed to be the top image?

I’m honestly impressed you found room for a table, much less the desire to please bow tie/vest wearing hipsters who whinge about snooker.

Here’s what you need to know: the table is huge, the pockets are tiny, and it’s hard as fuck. If you’re not already good enough at billiards to have a decent idea about snooker, you’re not remotely ready for it.

And who can forget the talking Po Teletubby that said “Faggot faggot, bite my balls?” Except it was actually Teletubby nonsense and people are ridiculous.

I think what we’ve seen from most industries that know what’s up is that they let the Tiny Hands Diaper Baby throw his piss-pants tantrum, get it out, then go actually talk to an adult. Sure, they’ll pose for the grandiose PR photo with the wispy-molded tangerine, and let him bleat about +300 jobs over here (but not…