I’m probably not going to do this for every single movie I review and normally keep it to those concise Twitter blurbs. However, every so often there will be a big movie out and sometimes it’s got plenty to talk about. And, ooh, boy, is there plenty to talk about here.
I’ll try to avoid spoiling…
It’s not about sex - they have porn, they have as much fucking porn as they could possibly ask for
they have billboards and ads and primetime tv shows and hollywood movies and websites free videos magazines they have porn channels porn movies with sexy images of women
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
How does it feel?
So this hilarious picture was posted on Reddit yesterday.
We all made lots of jokes about how…
no one’s ever said ‘no shit, sherlock’ to sherlock holmes in either of the modern-day reinterpretations of the holmes canon and that’s a failure of modern society
basically the tenth doctor
there is literally nothing else you need to know about him
I observed that in simplistic terms, most constructive religious commandments boil down to Wheaton’s Law: “Don’t be a dick.” I’m not talking about the religious commandments about not eating shrimp, or avoiding cheeseburgers, or hating on gay people, or wearing magic underwear, or whatever. Those are tribal in-group signifiers, not moral guidance. I’m talking about the whole not bearing false witness thing, not coveting your neighbor’s ass in a non-consensual fashion, do as you would be done by, an it harm none, and so forth. Those are affirmative statements of social principle. (Some of which may of course also be tribal in-group signifiers.)
So I suppose if I were to subscribe to a religion, I’d be a Wheatonist. My religion would have one commandment: “Don’t be a dick.” That’s about it. Seems to cover almost everything what needs covering. Living as a Wheatonist, I could be mistaken for an anonymous Christian or a good Buddhist either one.
This makes me happy.
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