I’m not sure “incel” defines me. I’m gay, have a boyfriend, and get it quite regularly. I also enjoy Lizzo and can understand why she - not the kind of artist to subvert norms by making anyone uncomfortable - would apologize for a social faux pas.

She also refers to “bitches” and “hos,” and advocates for violence and castration. But, hey, social media screamed and a famous millionaire jumped.

The only difference between a Jimmy John’s sandwich and a soggy shoe is a Donald Trump endorsement about about ten dead elephants. I’ll stick with a soggy shoe. 

There’s something about a woman writing an article about topping and bottoming that makes me queazy, like a dude writing an article about periods. It’s one thing for my personal girlfriends to joke about topping and bottoming with me over a few Zimas at Happy Hour, but they wouldn’t go out an write a blog about their…

Picture it: Rural Virginia, 1996. A young gay boy and his beloved f*g hag decide to drive to the nearest gay bar, over a mountain and three towns away. Decked out in our finest Clinton-era club clothes - think PVC, mylar, and lots of glitter - we embark upon our journey in my 1988 Saab 900S.

Great, so that’s a $2500 discount on a $10,000 markup the state allows for requiring some dipshit to show me a car I already saw online.

Corporations are hypocritical: “sky blue,” says star witness. Adding me to the Big Business hit-list is equality, it doesn’t mean I have to buy their shit. They do it to every demographic that can be monetized. Sure, it’s gross, but that’s advertising. Why are LGBT people supposed to be excluded?

Don’t schools already know the biological sex of their students based on health records? This is just unnecessary and deliberately cruel legislation aimed not just at trans girls but all girls who wish to participate in sports.

It’s rare that someone other than Taylor Swift or Katy Perry gets the kind of attention Stranger Things will get you, so everyone who just remembered they got a free Kate Bush CD from Columbia House Record Club in 1992 has to come out and say, “I was a fan first!” 

Great, now Carpool Andy Richter’s free to roam in the daylight.

Pretty much, lol

I wasn’t defending Louis C.K., just rhetorically wondering if the A.V. Club follows up on the muck it rakes in any meaningful way. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I also don’t think it’s a bad thing to point out that the social media echo chamber fixates on brandishing criminals while largely ignoring the other side…

“After all, it’s not like the Mayflower’s pilgrims actually had a particular destination in mind — they just kind of... ended up where the boat stopped.”

Funny, last time I saw a picture of Jesus Christ he looked like Jonathan Van Ness. Dude’s abs were shredded, too. Staring at that Savior Bulge every Christmas and Easter worked a lot harder at making me gay than playing in my sister’s dress-up box. 

“I think the tone of this article is tiresome.”

I usually don’t indulge the grays, but sometimes you’re too delicious to pass over. If I’m mentally ill, fine, but I had sex on Sunday and I’m pretty sure it’s been years for you. Perverse as you might think it is, I got some and you didn’t. And isn’t that all this is about? Your stunted need to obsess over everyone sa…

I just don’t care what companies “think,” because they don’t. Any social stance is based on carefully analyzed metrics to discover a corporate “opinion” squarely within the status quo of a target audience’s popular opinion. NASCAR is trying to diversify because it sees the LGBT community as an untapped market, and…

Water Sommelier seems exactly right for TikTok.

“Seinfeld, four!”

I was excited when I read that this would be based on ongoing concepts after DMC’s demise, as if it would have evolved to 2022 in an alternate universe. In many ways I suppose that’s what it is. Look at Nissan’s angular Z car from 1984 compared to today’s.