Actually, having read Tarentino’s “apology,” I believe it is no such thing. I think the analysis at the Mary Sue blog is right on this. See this post on Tarentino:

I’m so sorry you lost your brother that way.

At this point, Courtney Love is firmly in the same camp as Hillary Clinton: with as much scrutiny as they have been under for decades, either they didn’t kill anyone or are the most successful murderers ever. I’m going with the former.

Christ, people, leave that poor family alone. They’ve had more than enough of your psycho batshit for the past 20 years.

The article’s main image will be under appreciated by those who do not understand it’s origin, so please allow me to elucidate others:

K, this? THIS is the best pic for any story ever (except the original, of course). I’ve been laughing at my desk uncontrollably.

I lived in the pubic library as a child. I spent soooooo many hours there every week, and also in my school libraries. But I’ve since found among my own books two elementary school library books I never returned (and I had switched schools that summer) and 3 public library books. The shame.

I don’t need another reason to love libraries, but this is definitely added to the list. Now for anyone who needs some library porn... (as in beautiful libraries, not porn filmed in those libraries!)

I was with you for a minute there, Mayim, I really was. I, too, have experienced probably less-than-average amounts of sexual harassment and catcalling (though not none, of course, because duh), and I’ve largely attributed it to two things: I’ve always been a homebody, and I’m not hot, just regular. So I get that…

He just couldn’t go with Pootie Tang II: Electric Pootieloo, could he? Noooo....he had to make some Art™.

My grandmother passed away after a long battle with dementia. I was folding laundry at home when my mom called to give me the bad news. Afterward, I was putting away clothes in my daughter’s room, crying and thinking about my grandma, when I smelled her perfume. It was Channel No. 5, her signature scent. It lingered…

I ALMOST SHIT MYSELF WHEN I READ THIS LAST YEAR. Thanks for posting again. The true-life scary stories are the best, because they’re the worst. I’m so glad you’re OK. You used some great instincts to get yourself to safety.

So, in her life, my mom has gone through some shit. Sometimes, she’s not the most reliable narrator, but she tells this memory so consistently and with such emotion, that I believe her. She grew up in the late seventies, and eighties. My grandma was (still is tbh) a disaster. Grandma was part of the California…

Dude, helpful ghosts can be incredibly nice. The ghost in our house was a dick to me throughout my childhood (I posted about it last year, but I would have to dig through last year’s entries to find my story), but after my father died when I was ten and my mother and her new husband got really, really abusive, that…

Fight or flight is real af, it will always compell you to run unless you have no chance to do so, and it will keep you alive. I’m proud of you, you did the right thing by trusting your gut. That dude is a piece of shit at best but I promise you someday he will meet his match and be all the worse off for it.

That’ll teach you to stretch out your mom’s good bra!

Reposting my tale of my almost-murder from last year.

YES. THIS IS MY FAVORITE POST OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!