Yeah, I definitely had to reread that sentence a few times because I couldn't believe someone was saying it was better written. I enjoyed both sets of books, and both have their problems, but I think Divergent is the weaker of the two for sure.

Actually, my 14 year old cousin would probably beg to differ. He fucking LOVED The Hunger Games, and he's definitely a football-and-tractors type of a kid.

...but why make a video IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO SHOW ANYTHING? I mean, at least show the TV on mute or something.

OH HOLY SHIT. Mostly, my grandma just talks about how rich we were, and how we "freed the slaves before the war, because we knew it was wrong." Which is hilarious, because 1) no, granny. NO ONE FREED THEM BEFORE THE WAR, and 2) you're still a racist, granny.

Is it just my computer, or is her video just...an audio feed with occasional text? I only made it a little bit in, but there's no video.

Yeah, I have a feeling that in 10 years at least a few of these kids will look back in horror at themselves. I never heard slurs in my house, but I spent all of middle school dropping "That's so gay" like I was getting paid to do so.

Wow, most of that was what I expected, except for Chet Walken's "DAMN RIGHT MY FAMILY OWNED SLAVES" bit. Most people I know who are weirdly proud of Southern plantation heritage (like my grandma) have very elaborate stories about how "nicely" their slaves were treated. Then again, I don't know many racists of that…

I have seen Adventureland, but not the other two. I guess I just don't think she has much of a range— she's solid at "awkward and withdrawn" but that's all I've seen her do.

I've made a total 180 on her. I'm still not sold on her acting abilities, but she seems like she really doesn't give a fuck and I respect that.

Man, Bradley Cooper looks like he uses Abercrombie cologne. But I love you, so if you'll accept me and Channing, I can give you Bradley.

I have the opposite problem. I LOVE HIM AND I DON'T KNOW WHY. He's meathead hot, which is NOT my type, but I find him weirdly endearing and charming and I kind of want to go to a bar with him and his wife and be his friend.

For a second, I saw that headline and really, really hoped that Brit-Brit was doing NaNoWriMo, and all of a sudden I really want her to have a secret tumblr that's mostly cat gifs and Hunger Games fanart.

I don't mean this to sound condescending— or like it's a switch you can just flip— but what truly helped me move on was realizing that I didn't want a prank played by a couple of 12 year old jackasses ruling my life. Thinking about it like that (plus therapy and several solid friends who would NEVER do something like…

I don't know where I said this before (because let's be real, kinja is a goddamn mess sometimes) but I wish I could throw a party for Jezebelles that had awful times in middle school, so we can celebrate how fucking awesome we turned out despite those bitches' best efforts.

It probably wouldn't work since middle schoolers are terrible at "long term thinking" but I wonder if adults talking to them about how they *still* don't trust their former friends-turned-bullies would make an impact. Because some of the girls who were mean to me (particularly the former bffs who set me up to be…

Honestly, whenever I hit a rough patch, I just remind myself that I made it through 7th grade alive. If I can do that, I can put up with pretty much anything.

I went to a K-8 school, and while my middle school experience was pretty much hell, I will say I'm glad it was a K-8 building because it was my third grade teacher who realized just how far my bully had gone and stepped in. So even if no one behaved better because of the little kids, it did mean there were grown ups…

Consider this a long-distance hug.

I went to a K-8 school, and 7th grade in particular was its own circle of hell. It probably depends on the size of the school and the general environment— mine was tiny (40 kids in my grade total) and the solution my teacher chose to "girl writing lists of ways I could kill myself and reading them aloud to me" was…

Man, the emotional damage of middle school takes a lot longer than you'd think to pass. In 7th grade, I told my best friends (the three of us had been BFFs since 3rd grade) that I had a crush on a boy and I hoped he'd ask me to our VERY FIRST DANCE that was coming up. So they convinced him to ask me in front of a…