Pop Culture Junkie

Honestly fuck AI for making me have to go on and on defending the dignity of toil like I’m some kind of protestant

we are NOT bringing 4chan incel terminology to this site, take that "foid" out of your post and go wash your blog out with soap

the memeification of fascism is a proven method of perpetuating and instilling it in other people. Layers of irony will not protect you once you adopt racist, sexist, ableist, transphobic terminology into your lexicon. you'll be acknowledging and nursing the mindsets and connotations borne of those words.

im going to fix my entire life

When?

Like Um. later

spill for me, Muse, the wine-dark tea on a problematic man

really not a fan of how ‘realism’ in fantasy and other genres is often synonymous with ‘shitty to women and poc’

“Gritty realism” should mean “half the army dies of dysentery and the hero has a rash that’s beginning to scar where his armor chafes his waist.”

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."