Honestly, I think that’s deeply unfair to people working at gas station houses; I doubt many self-styled Slytherins would have the necessary social skills and frustration tolerance.

As I said, impressing Goyle and Crabbe types by exploiting their boner for fascist delustions of superiority. The drawback is that you then have to spend the rest of your life hanging out with Goyle and Crabbe types. (Oh, the humiliations! But I guess the joke’s on me, because I don’t factor in all the people I then…

Ha, you and I clearly knew very different 11 year olds. Also, the Sorting Hat does factor in your personal preferences - it’s not necessarily all that much about your truest deepest self but about how you want to be perceived. Wanting to be perceived as cunning is often an indication that you aren’t, regardless of age.

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Eh, any Slytherin who can be identified as a Slytherin is kinda doing it wrong, no? I mean, how cunning can you be if you can’t pass yourself of as a Ravenclaw (or a Hufflepuff, or a Gryffindor, or whatever else’s opportune/you can stomach?) Unless, I guess you’re going for the double-bluff, where you’re using the…

Thanks for the links, but I still vote for false equivalence. It’s just not happening on the same scale. 

...and it’s very much not a reward for either of them. This was one of my favourite aspect of the show, being so grimly plausible as to how much of spying is sex work, and how hard and unglamorous that can be.
But that’s not how it’s usually portrayed, at least that was my impression. 

Point is, the accused usually cannot ask for your benefit of doubt without more or less accusing the accuser of the crime of lying (they could frame it as one big misunderstanding, but very often that’s rather reaching, since a lot of these cases aren’t all that grey after all) - and the accusation of this particular…

I think Rhonda has so far shown herself to be one of the more emotionally astute characters in the show. Remember that affair she had with Sam in the first season? That kind of thing can be such a mess (Ruth would crash and burn, and I think she knows that, and that’s why she went for Russel), but Rhonda got away…

To be fair, it’s also Rhonda who’s already dressed in a wedding gown standing in front of the altar, because she needs a green card. By marrying her Bash gets to shut his closet and throw away the key, as well as be the white knight who resuces the maiden (from a dragon called Cupcake, in this case). So the selection…

If I remember correctly, that comment wasn’t made by Bash, but by the cleaner he hired: they aren’t doing this for the first time - I’m assuming they were hired by other other people, not by Bash.

Hah, it took me forever to learn how to read a clock (you can still sometimes stump me with that if you catch me on the wrong foot). For a while I seriously thought I might sooner graduate. That didn’t quite happen after all, but I do sometimes wonder if I could have the mildest possible form of dyscalcula.

I’d argue it’s generally a good idea to measure a work against its own intentions, not the ones one would have wanted it to have. Generally. But there are cases where the choice of focus is definitely something worth talking about, and this here is probably one of them. If some institutions is reponsible for a lot of…

As I said, I kinda get it in your karaoke example. I also can’t stand those reality show contests which often seem designed to make fun of delusional hopefuls who go for the try-outs and obviously won’t make it into the competition.

But what about other scenarios we talked about before? Eg. People singing in church or…

But why? Are you afraid you’d sink in their esteem? Would _they_ sink in your esteem if you saw them doing anything where they’re not top ranked?

Ah, might be you’re cursed with a good ear after all! Maybe you need to look for something where you’re less talented? My tin ear is a blessing in that regard, I guess it mercifully shields me from grasping the full extent of my terribleness. There’s a saying that unhappiness in art mostly comes from the gap between…

Uff, that sucks. There’s no way around taking time to lick the wounds, I wish I knew any shortcuts. I might sound pretty serene about it now, but at the time I spent the better part of two years too depressed to shower with sufficient regularity. (Never before and never after that up-to-date on prestige TV though).

Not gonna lie, still miss the “gifted child” attention too. I think it’s quite natural to want attention and external validation. My mum likes to tease me for getting an entire second (not particularly marketable) degree just to have some prof write flattering comments under my papers. I do feel sufficiently…

Honestly, I’m already feeling this in my thirties. No more street harrassment by men who are offended that I’m not doing enough for their boners. That sort tends to think a woman is over the hill once she’s over thirty anyway, so they start giving you a break about that. So that’s one big improvement already!

Also very cute: Superstore, The Good Place, and the unfortunately titled and gone-too-soon Selfie with John Cho and Karen Gillan. John Cho needs to be cast as romantic lead again pronto.

If you’re arguing the whole film should have been in French with subtitles, okay. Subtitles are not the horror some people make them out to be and I strongly believe that people would benefit from getting used to them. (See the Scandinavians and their usually excellent English due to subtitled media consumption).

But…