I’m not particularly a contrarian by trade, and one could probably categorize me in the hipster file if they were so inclined, but I’m about to lay some hate on an institution that I think deserves it. I think New York Comic Con is a buzzkill. I think it does a disservice to fans and fandoms and it’s time I put it on blast. Continue reading
I’m a few days late: sue me. But I want to say goodbye to a show that made me happy.
It’s pretty well established that James Franco is one of the coolest dudes ever in Hollywood. Not only has he shown his range in comedies like Pineapple Express and thrillers like 127 hours, James Franco had the guts to make a move perceived as regressive in the world of acting by getting a job on General Hospital. He’s also been historically weird by living his life and molding his persona in a way that is half art and half troll; were I a woman of means, I would also appear on magazine covers in sickeningly gorge drag and star in a movie where I play myself. If only he could appear as such on his Comedy Central roast tonight.
The hair of it all.
People like messed up humor for a reason. We need safe ways to satisfy our darker impulses. Daniel Tosh’s humor specifically services this need. Making jokes about being an a morally-decrepit asshole is why he is a success. The fact that he’s a success is why it wasn’t wrong for him to make that rape joke.