The Knick, Blackadder Goes Forth, and The Leftovers. All of them ended perfectly.

Mary Louise comes across as a baddie in a Roger Corman b-movie from the 60s. Meryl is a great actress. The writing and portrayal of the character, on the other hand, hide her talents. I don’t give a damn how snarky and cutting she is.

EDS is also “fell flat on my face because I didn’t realize I dislocated my hip while sleeping, went to stand up, and made a huge whoopsie.” And for us with the vascular shit, we can’t get stents because they will rip through our aorta. So in addition to the comorbidities we already have to deal with, if our arteries…

Yvie needs to win this all, hands down. I mentioned a few weeks ago I have EDS just like Yvie, and it pains me to see her perform the way she does, while I root like hell for her because she is so damn good. But you’re right, she *won’t* be served well on All Stars. That crab walk? That injury she had earlier this…

As I mentioned above, I have the same genetic disorder as Yvie. And yeah, the pain is constant. You have days that are better than others, but ever since the symptoms started going out of whack, there is literally not a day that goes by without pain. Most days, if you’re fair to your body, it’s at a four or five. But…

Oh I totally understand why people treat their comorbidities as a talent because people need to pay the bills. It’s just painful to see when you’ve lived with it your whole life and know the damage it can do, you know? If this was the mid 19th century, me, Yvie and those Cirque du Soleil performers would have made…

It’s like she gets it, but then she does the contortionist stuff. I used to do that too, no lie. I used to have doctors who, when I was the first patient they ever saw with EDS, would ask me what “tricks” I could do. And stupidly I would dislocate my hips and shoulders on demand, bend my thumbs back, all of the things…

Real talk: I’m an Yvie stan, but damn, every time she does the crazy contortionist stuff I just cringe. I have the same genetic disorder she does, and it seems like she’s confused in thinking that it’s a talent. I’ve got ten years on her and my body is falling apart, and has been since I was a teenager. I love her, I…

Same. Also, we had childhood sexual abuse in my family. (Not my predator, the predator of my aunts and a cousin.) The aunts, to this very day, speak in glowing terms about their father, who raped them as children. The cousin, when she spoke out, was essentially turned into persona non grata. It wasn’t any of their…

Good thing my fandom of MJ never exceeded “that dude is a pretty good dancer.” No need to delete him from playlists he was never on, you know? I’ve quit being able to listen to Led Zeppelin because of the Jimmy Page/Lori Maddox stuff. Bowie has been harder to untangle, but it’s happening.

Good thing my fandom of MJ never exceeded “that dude is a pretty good dancer.” No need to delete him from playlists he was never on, you know? I’ve quit being able to listen to Led Zeppelin because of the Jimmy Page/Lori Maddox stuff. Bowie has been harder to untangle, but it’s happening.

I regret watching it almost, honestly. It was nauseating to see the scope of this man’s depravity laid out. Seeing poor James Safechuck’s hands shake like he had Parkinson’s as he handled the jewelry given to him by Michael, describing the mock wedding, how he’d take him jewelry shopping but make him pretend the rings…

So you’re going by the Polanski “pre-rape movies are okay, therefore I’m not a monster for continuing to love Chinatown” route? I’ve been trying to find a way to make the math for that work in my head and I keep coming up short.

Next time, man. Next time. I called it last year during the finale. But they could always throw a curveball! It could always be, um, Gale!

Russell looking at the Pepe Silvia board in the preview, along with Abbott’s unhinged look at the end of the episode while Gamby danced with Snodgrass, is all the proof I need that it was Abbott that shot him.

That’s an odd goddamn thing to be shilling.

You mean this show wasn’t based on real people like Candida Royalle, a prostitute/bartender named Candy, twin brothers that ran the Tin Pan Alley Bar in NYC in the 70s, and a black journalist for the black newspaper The Amsterdam News? That it isn’t about the rise of the porn industry in the 70s and the lives of pimps…

The movie is actually on Netflix under the title “He’s Back”, and it’s pretty damn good.

Used Kinja in the past, stopped because it was so awful and ugly and I can’t block people or delete my posts. Yeah, I think my days as an AVC commenter have come to an end. So long and thanks for the Polack jokes. It’s been real.

Sorry, gotta disagree here, the revamped Twilight Zone was all kinds of awful. Kind of like the switch to Kinja!