What Thunderbolts* represents is faith rewarded, a return (even briefly) to a tradition of blockbuster competence that seemed lost to a proliferation of nightmarishly digital and dumbly unfunny slop.
Too often we are asking the wrong question.
The room was eerily quiet as the students sat waiting for me to get ready, so I tried to lighten the mood. They all take this so seriously, too seriously.
My birth story is one that my mom shares every year —she saw Lorelai do it in a Gilmore Girls episode.
Progressive politics have lost their narrative voice.
Being a grown adult at a roller rink can be a bit of a trial as the primary attendees of roller rinks are families of young children hosting birthday parties.
“In the world, but not of it.” This gosh darn phrase is so flippin’ vague.
I’ve looked to replace the level of obsession I had for the show with another, but struggled.
The urge to stick shells to objects is nearly irresistible.
I’m very supportive. I nod encouragingly. Even though a part of me expects that I am being had.
