Maybe calm down? You’re not making a ton of sense.

You’re scrambling. This is great. Keep at it.

HAHAHAHAHA Holy shit he just eloquently shut your ass down and your best response was “fuck off.”

Sure you do, babe.

“Good,” in this case, being relative, of course.

Say the whiny, miserable gen-x

Maybe you can disappear, to help your point.

No, actually it was spot-on. Keep up.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Did I say he said anything egregious? No. I said he should learn how to shut the fuck up.

All men should start practicing.

I read what he said and recommended he shut the fuck up. I’m kindly offering you the same advice. It might do you well.

Can’t he just shut up? Can’t the multi-millionaires of this country just quietly shut the fuck up and enjoy their money?

... yes? She was in Love, Simon this year and she’s the face of one of Netflix’s most popular dramas aimed at a teen demographic.

It was pretty solid, but - like with Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt - splitting a season in half is BAFFLING for a half-hour comedy. There’s barely enough to watch before it’s over, and then we’re expected to pick up in, like, February like there wasn’t a huge gap?

I understand that it’s a pilot, but Dear God, I hate how often characters refer to one another as “auntie” and “cousin.” It’s so awkward and obvious in establishing relationships. 

That was a legitimately great episode. I wasn’t expected to tear up.

Take your own advice.

We got a righteous gasbag over here, people.

You ain’t shit, kid.

Instead you spend it bitching and moaning about the bait you’ve clicked.

Who hurt you?