The thing about the guy who chose to say "Let's go, Brandon" on a Christmas call with his kids and the President of the United States and the First Lady is that he clearly made a choice. He knew it'd be controversial and offensive. He did it anyway. What more needs to be said?
Yeah, I'm angry that the President and First Lady were disrespected, especially given the occasion. Yeah, I think "let's go, Brandon" is very cringey and pathetic.
But mostly, I feel bad for his kids, who will fully understand this all later. Such a bonehead move. Embarrassing.
Purely from a comms standpoint, since he wanted to embarrass Pres. Biden, he could have gone on there and gave an earnest testimony on something like how inflation is hurting families. Doesn't matter if it's accurate. It would have been effective.
Instead, he does this shit?
That's another thing. I just can't imagine getting a few minutes with the President of the United States on an unvetted phone call on national television and not talking about your top public policy issue. Talk about an amazing opportunity.
And instead, he does this shit.
Seriously, think about the opportunity he had there. Some 60 sec. monologue that starts with "Mr. President, no disrespect intended, but we're struggling this holiday season..."
Again, doesn't matter if he were lying. That would have been very damaging.
But no. This clown shit.
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Although I thought "Licorice Pizza" is otherwise very charming and lovely and the acting by Alana Haim and Cooper Hoffman was fantastic, the age difference (25 vs. 15) was unnecessary and really weird and kinda gross and I don't get why he wrote it this way. It's confusing.
I know, wet blanket and all that, but I kinda tend to think grown ass adults and teenagers shouldn't date and it's very strange for a filmmaker to pretend this is hunky dory. It's not.
I have no problem with Paul Thomas Anderson loving a character as much as he loves Gary. That's fine. He's a fun character. But he's a fucking kid. He's 15. And I don't care how enterprising he is, he's still a damn kid and shouldn't be making out with adults. No. Stop that.
"It feels not-impossible that we’re days away from social conservatives staging some kind of protest in which they draw little icing penises on gingerbread persons they’ve angrily purchased in bulk from the local queer-owned bakery."
I wrote this because @RichardGrenell, who is famously level-headed, was apparently Very Offended™ by a café labeling it "Gingerbread Person" and attempted in his clumsy way to claim liberals are forcing this on people.
Because he's a child and a grifter.
I would very much love to focus on important shit, believe me, but unfortunately, I know that many of you are going home this week to conservative relatives who, without prompting, will complain about gingerbread men being "cancelled". So... I have to write this. Sadly.
"I paid off hundreds of thousands of dollars in ridiculous and predatory student loans, so others should have to do that, too" is a really weird and cruel thing to believe.
Sorry, I just don't understand this at all. I grew up in a place where no one outside my public school had a college degree, much less the ability to pay for one. So, implying that kids should "earn their stripes" because you got fucked over is pretty awful.
Working two or three jobs to pay for school isn't the least bit romantic. It shouldn't be celebrated. It's an indictment of how a quality college education is gate-kept by a workaholic system that reneges on promised payoffs, particularly for marginalized communities.
"The most central and painful duality of Christmas is that it's the time of year when what Christ taught us to do and what Christians actually do are never further apart in agreement whilst simultaneously being never more jointly visible to all."
"It doesn’t matter who or what—if anything or anyone—you worship; the holidays make discussions on family and community and belonging compulsory."
"The corny Hallmark movies, decorations going on sell in late September, the same damn music that fills the formerly stale air at your local grocery store — all of it brings me joy."