Kewpie or GTFO.

Speaking of Nashville, I did grad school at Vanderbilt; it's like Duke, but even goddamn worse.

I have a friend who used to (maybe still does? it's been a while …) adjunct at Belmont; if you ever take a philosophy class taught by a man whose hirsute Armenian heritage is belied by his perfectly Anglo name … well, good luck to you.

If a student suffers from PTSD, isn't the proper response professional therapy and (individualized) accommodation through university services? Even if one accepts that the push for trigger warnings comes solely or even primarily from a concern for those suffering from stress disorders, one can disagree that trigger…

I think long, bitter experience has taught Fuller to make all his season finales work as series finales, too.

Yeah; when these people talk about the demise of the family and the threat to 'traditional marriage', I take them at their word, contra those who want to drape feminism and gay rights in the mantle of liberal neutrality. This is absolutely a conflict between two distinct and, in some important ways, mutually…

I haven't had a music flashback this good since the Gateways to Geekery: Industrial edition.

I probably like Nothing's Shocking more as an album, but the "Three Days"/"Then She Did" one-two will always be my favorite thing Jane's Addiction ever did.

Wait—-you've got that backwards, right? *checks* Yeah, it's "no talkin', man, all action."

"Ocean Size" fucking owns.

I probably haven't listened to "Three Days" in 20 years (*vomits in own mouth, swallows*), and I probably listened to it almost daily from when it came out until that point.

I was a huge Jane's Addiction fan, and probably bought the PfP album as soon as I possibly could. My disappointment was so great I don't think I could ever give them a fair shake.

Yeah … let's go with 'ear'.

Shit; I might need to move back there.

Some things are classics for a reason.

I got the sense a lot of the defenses of TD season 2 (though of course not all) were born of a 'backlash-to-the-backlash' sentiment; the comments to the reviews were littered with complaints about how many critics 'have it out' for Pizzolatto. As someone whose intake of TV criticism is almost entirely confined to this…

Our Elegant Victorian Lady is … a Papist?

My surname's a bit too uncommon to mention without risking my onanymity, but I'd estimate it's at least 2 or 3 times more potato-y. (It's basically Mc + a heaping handful of letters from a gaelic scrabble game.)

Who's kind of coping that from, I dunno, Plato, at the latest.

They speak Thatcher's name with bile in their throats.