They also tend to love the shit outta some Reggae, and my 2-year has taken to entering a room by saying "I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it, I like to . . . MOVE IT!"

I think maybe your brain did.

What an oddly offensive thing to say.

Problem is the article would only be two sentences long.

Why? He's one of the most beloved musicians of the last 30 years.

Meh. I mean, MEH. Sure, people loved it because it wasn't exactly the same fucking superhero movie served up yet again, but damn, having seen it twice now, it isn't much of anything else, either. Played out 70's tracks, tired plot cliches, not a real character or character motivation in the place. And the 3…

Um, okay, but Trevor Noah's posts weren't innocuous posts into which people "read" offensive things. They straight-up traded in lame stereotypes of jews, lesbians and woman.

Kill myself? No.
Go to sleep? Yes.

None of those things are true, but even if they were, at least I know how to punctuate after a comma. What conclusions about your age and race should I draw from your inability to do so?

I'm sure his struggles are real. When I was his age I spent countless hours worrying about how my hair looked, and my angst was 100% real as hell. I guess I'm also admitting that teenage angst isn't really the problem—probably half of all great rock songs were born out of it.

My grandma would advise him to get outside and get some fresh air, maybe it'd help him get more into his music.

Well, there are always exceptions to gross over-generalizations, haha. I mean, sure, if you like teenybopper shit like Taylor Swift, there's always a good time to be had. But it strikes me there used to be more popular music aimed at people over 13 that wasn't maudlin and introspective.

I think it started packing up around 2003? Not sure exactly, but it's definitely been out of vogue for a minute (unless you're down for LMFAO novelty tracks; etc.). I'd posit the move toward self-centered complaining is just one more result of smartphonification, everyone just by themselves scrolling through their…

100% more down to listen to that.

Who said anything about depression? I'm lamenting the fact that a lame percentage of popular music today is comprised of solipsistic navel gazing. Listening to this album is like like reading somebody's bummed Facebook posts. It's just boring.

Ugh. Kids these days are such fucking mopey crybabies. "Grief"? Fuck you, bro, call me back in 20 years when you have kids and a job and can't even go out at night if you want to. You don't feel like going outside? You can do whatever the fuck you want or don't want to do, you don't have a clue.

"Within is an unassuming hero of Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories?"
No, it's not. It's the worst thing on the album, the worst thing that Daft Punk has ever done, a maudlin, mopey, music-less fart of a track that ruins the entire album for me. More accurately, it is the perfect example of why RAM was psychotically…

Isn't "gay bear" redundant? Or are you saying he looks and sounds like an actual bear that happens to be gay?

Onxy clothes form brought to life.

Maybe you don't give up. Maybe you do find a way.