“The tale is an existential freakout that ends with the narrator soiling himself. At this point we might w0nder, if only for an instant: Is Abed changing? Is he becoming someone else — someone more evolved and mature and connected to the world? Of course not — and if you consider the double entendre built into Abed’s “Cougar Town” tale, you can see where the episode will end. When Abed expunges all that pop culture — all that shit — from his system, he doesn’t just void his bowels, he voids himself. Abed’s fixation on pop culture is the realest part of Abed, the center of his life. Get rid of it, and you get rid of Abed.”—
“I was trying to explain the significance to him. This was big news to me. I’m a Southern boy, and I tend to believe that SEC football is the most important thing in the world. Only, Sambit has never heard of Auburn, or Alabama, doesn’t know that they play college football, or that they are rivals. I fumble around. This is perhaps America’s most intense rivalry. A fan just poisoned two 130-year-old oak trees. It’s serious. I need an analogy. My first thought: It’s like India-Pakistan in cricket. Except, you know, for the four wars since 1947 and the constant threat of nuclear holocaust. Other than that, Auburn-Alabama is just like India-Pakistan.”—
“Since there were no lighting cues or curtains yet, Trey came out before the preview and told us how we’d know our 15 minutes was up. “You’ll know when it’s over because everyone will sing ‘cunt’ and then take a bow,” said the voice of Eric Cartman. He wasn’t lying.”—
“Of course, RexAchilles Imperial, the Rev. Demon Sox, Delorean Blow, Courvoisier Winetavius Richardson, Wannah Bail, Mercedes Bunz, Joe Shortsleeve, Widgett Washington, Orel Oral, Happy Kumar, Taco B.M. Monster and many others will have something to say about the outcome. And so will you.”—Name of the Year is about to start again, and it looks like a battle for the ages.
The idea of an ordered and elegant universe is a lovely one. One worth clinging to. But you don’t need religion to appreciate the ordered existence. It’s not just an idea, it’s reality. We’re discovering the hidden orders of the universe every day. The inverse square law of gravitation is amazing. Fractals, the theory of relativity, the genome: these are magnificently beautiful constructs.
The nearly infinite set of dominoes that have fallen into each other in order for us to be here tonight is unfathomable. Truly unfathomable. But it is logical. We don’t know all the steps in that logic, but we’re learning more about it every day. Learning, expanding our consciousness, singly and universally. As far as I can see, the three main intolerant religions in the world aren’t helping in that mission.
“It is a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters. The meanest eating or drinking establishment, owned by a man who is himself poor, is very likely to have a sign on its wall asking this cruel question: ‘If you’re so smart, why ain’t you rich?’
Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves. This inward blame has been a treasure for the rich and powerful, who have had to do less for their poor, publicly and privately, than any other ruling class since, say, Napoleonic times.”—Kurt Vonnegut (via whiporwill)
“We are now at a stage where we are eager to compete with men on all levels. But women will inevitably arrive at the next stage, and realize the futility of trying to be like men. Women will realize themselves as they are, and not as beings comparative to or in response to men. As a result, the feminist revolution will take a more positive step in the society by offering a feminine direction.”—
“I don’t begrudge “Take Me Home Tonight” or the whole “I Love the Eighties” juggernaut its fight for its right to party, but there is something touchingly off-base about it. Sure, it’s not “The King’s Speech” or “Mad Men” here, but could somebody even try to make an ’80s period piece that doesn’t just whip the entire decade into one Rubik’s cube-shaped blender? The film’s opening scene takes place in a Suncoast video festooned with posters of Madonna’s 1984 “Like a Virgin” album and 1985’s “Back to the Future,” and features a prominent rack of Relax shirts. Relax, for Christ’s sake. Nobody would be caught dead Relaxing in 1988. You might think that sounds nitpicky, but when they make the movie about 2011 and the characters are talking about Friendster and dancing around to “Milkshake,” you’ll care, Millennials. Oh, how you’ll care.”—The problem with 1980s nostalgia movies - Take Me Home Tonight - Salon.com