I wish I knew what that means.

I started college in the days before the Internet was a huge thing, and when I wanted to kill some time reading Savage Love, I’d head to the periodicals room of the library and pull out the past few issues of the Village Voice. Then I’d look at Christgau’s Consumer Guide to figure out what music to buy. Sometimes I’d…

RIP. He was so big in the 80s that Carson would crack jokes about him in his monologue--which, back then,  was how you knew you had made it.

His scariest role since he was on Dexter. 

Yawn.

yeah but how bout them jugs on Nicki

If I had as much free time as you apparently do, I’d make it and post it for you. 

I appreciate your input here. You’ve really made me think.

I certainly did. And if it had actually happened would I have been traumatized by it? I doubt it. 

I don’t recall saying anything about Weinstein. I suppose your bad-faith analogy is an attempt to make a point. Unfortunately, you’re not very good at making points. 

Gosh, what a clever reply. You’re really funny!

Christ, get over yourself, and maybe go outside or something. It’s a sunny day, after all.

Some of these replies, wow. This humorless pearl clutching (and, dare I say virtue signalling) is so indicative of what this site has become. 

Loling? I’m more of a “hahaha” guy myself. 

He got to fuck Asia Argento AND make $380,000. And yet he complains about it. Some people are never satisfied. 

Within the Simpsons universe, cartoon Homer looks like a normal (if somewhat pudgy) guy. But this “human” rendering of Homer doesn’t look remotely like a normal human. So I’d say this is a failure. And now I’ll return to cataloging my stamp collection, thanks.

I hate it when right-wingers win, and damned if they haven’t been winning a lot lately. 

Yes, I know. Uncle Thad is still alive, too, and he can’t play the bass worth a shit. 

Now she’s in Heaven, jamming with Jimi Hendrix, Michael Jackson, Eric Clapton, and my Uncle Thad, who was a great bass player and who last year succumbed to diabetes after years of just pretty much eating whatever he wanted and not taking his insulin. 

William Hughes is so emblematic of what the AV Club has become.