
I’m so old, I remember [insert movie- or pop culture-related ephemera]…
I’m so old, I remember when you’d get scowled at by the Blockbuster clerk if you hadn’t rewound a video you were returning…

I’m so old, I remember when you’d get scowled at by the Blockbuster clerk if you hadn’t rewound a video you were returning…

I am particularly enraged by “PATRIOT Act,” which was anything but patriotic, and which set us on the path of “Homeland Security” and “Total Information Awareness”…

I’m particularly interested to hear from men about whatever limited experience they might have being forced to identity with a female hero.

I’d never heard, for instance, about a potential impact on airline travel: commercial airliners may not operate safely in extreme heat.

Would you want your country to protect you from too much entertainment from another culture (such as Hollywood)?

Or maybe he’s just a pawn, or a CIA puppet, or playing some other role that makes him complicit in an enormous bit of propaganda or security theater…

The one that comes instantly to mind for me is Steven Soderbergh’s Ocean’s Eleven…

Probably the one that annoys me the most is the generic assumption that I’m married. Because, as a I woman, naturally I must be married.

Does Matthew McConaughey’s full-body drawl doom him in the fast-zombie uprising? Will Ryan Gosling survive global warming because he’s totally hot already?

I don’t want to think this is the case, but when even the Constitutional scholar U.S. President is okay with it, I’m not seeing any other options…