There was a time when I was really young that Will Smith's Miami made me feel like I was growing up somewhere important and worthwhile.

I'm hoping season three does for Flaca and Maritza what this season did for Tastee and Poussey. I'm dying to see pre-prison Goth Flaca in action.

Nope. A "!?!" is what was in my mind, and I came here because you carry the burden to not accept that as a score. But it was totally a ?!? episode, otherwise.

Does Ben and Jerry's have to put chocolate in pretty much every single one of their flavors? "Blah Blah Blah Swirl of Chocolate with Chocolate Covered Blah Blah."

My favorite is from Archer: Cheryl screaming "You're not my supervisor!" whenever anyone attempts to tell her what to do. Youtube is loathsomely without a supercut of this, and that makes me slightly sad all the time.

You're not a punk and I'm telling everyone!

Bob Dylan as a whole. With the exception of a single here and there, listening to him has felt like homework in a way that no other acclaimed artist has for me. And considering the pedestal people put Dylan on, I find myself constantly trying to crack it to this day, as if by some chance this will be the time I see…

I'm watching this four years in the future and…this episode is a mess! The edits, the direction, and some of the acting…all horrible! I never actively look for problems in continuity, but with this episode those problems seem to seek me out they are so prevalent (the scene between Gemma and Tristan standing out in…

I always liked Mark Ruffalo's ode to the Clash in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It's such an earnest and relaxed attempt to share something he holds dear with someone he desperately wants to be compatible with, and it's completely relatable when it falls completely on deaf ears.

It ain't easy being cheesy, you guys.