To offer a counter-point...

I seem to be enjoying this show much more than the reviewer. Top-tip - stop making up complicated plot developments in your head, and just watch the damn show.

It’s about pride, not the mask. A woman ordered him to do something.

I think it’s a bit more nuanced than that (or, at least, can be).

I’m pro-choice and anti-capital punishment, but I do at times feel a little confused by my convictions.

Are they that hard? Disclaimer, I’ve only played Bloodborne (and I gave up on Logarius, but mainly because it took so long to get back to him), but it seemed more a case of being careful not to get mobbed, taking the time to learn to parry, and not tackling bosses head-on. And I’m nearly sixty ffs.

Okay, so you listed the positives - why don’t you want one?

Late ‘70s iirc, so bronze?

The original GotG run was pretty weird - didn’t someone end up fucking a planet?

PH was the last place I ate before my appendix exploded (a niece’s birthday). I wasn’t feeling great, so I ordered a salad, and this vast trough of over-dressed iceberg and inedible, faintly frozen chicken arrived.

I went a couple of times with the kids to RFC - terrible food, and the pools of faintly stagnant water gave the whole place a sulphurous undertone.

Nope. Pedophilia is, imho, a genuine illness.  Ephebophiliacs and Hebophiliacs are just genuine shits.

Them’s fightin’ words - outside, in the alley around the back, now.

I never listened to the Smiths or Morrissey at the time, and only discovered him, and how good he was, after everyone knew he was a racist douche.

Slander? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s libel.

“lacked poetry” is a bit of an understatement.

I’m nearly 60, and prone to the occasional muddle with all these new-fangled progressive words, so I initially read ‘non-binary’ as ‘cis’ (as in non-binary = not two things; just one thing).

“UPDATE [6/2/2021]: The headline of this piece has been changed to reflect that the Veiled Prophet Ball, and not Ellie Kemper herself, has ties to racism and white supremacy.”

It’s a kind of poetry, not beautiful, but with a certain raw majesty - part Ginsberg, part Sheriff Clarke.

We’re going to need a bigger Venn diagram...