Last week brought us the Momo Challenge and the girth of internet criticism that followed. Which is entirely the point, Momo isn’t targeting our kids, it is targeting us.
Yet more MAFS, yet more commitments made. Last night, words were thrown around, and feelings were hurt. Mainly my own, by this is my penance.
Over in America, senior citizens are now using an Uber-style app to deliver them grandkids to help around the house, or make sure they finish off that sponge in the fridge.
Green Book wasn’t the best film I saw that week, let alone the entire calendar year. But the thing is, I don’t vote for the Oscars. It’s not really any of my business.
Outstanding news for gamers everywhere, as the remaster of ‘Modern Warfare 2’ seems to be going ahead. There is a catch, though.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the stranger the person, the stranger the pet they own. This certainly holds true for the artists of yesteryear.
According to a recent study, 15% of Brits love their pets more than their partner. To combat this, one law firm is now offering ‘pet-nups’. Sounds ruff.
With the Oscars now over, I feel it is best that we look back at the black narratives it presented. As always in America, art moves first, and the country follows.
New night, new partners, same old hideousness. However, last night MAFS was punctuated by the same sexual desperation you feel when the lights come on at the club. That’s something. Right?
According to one American college, playing board games with your partner releases something called a ‘love hormone’. Sounds legit, but stay away from Old Kent Road, darling.
Last night we trudged through the mire of the MAFS honeymoons. I hate to say it, but I miss the old crew.
Last night, we farewelled some MAFS favourites. Well, not favourites, but they were certainly present. Ines was a gift, right?
Well, the Oscar for Best Picture went to the wrong picture, but the other nominees were equally forgettable. It fits the 2019 version of the show, it was worse than bad, it was a chintzy nothing.
Again, we step into the hellscape that is MAFS. Last night, the commitment ceremonies illustrated how pure love is, and indeed, how vile we all are.
‘Lords of Chaos’ brings the birth of Black Metal to the screen, warts, boots, fascists undertones and all.
According to Pornhub, cartoon pornography remains one of the most popular searches on their site. However, science believes that there is absolutely nothing wrong with it, even if your mother says otherwise.
Dave Brubeck was one of the most popular jazz musicians of the fifties, but it was his refusal to play in segregated venues that he should be remembered for.
In the wilds of Indonesia, conservationists have rediscovered the world’s largest bee, one thought lost for decades. It can remain lost.
This year, HBO’s Band of Brothers turns eighteen. To celebrate its birthday, I revisited that theatre of war, only to discover that it hasn’t aged well.
Well, while MAFS has left the Gold Coast, it did garner us something beautiful. The Sam boofing Anus while hating on Lizzie triangle is a national treasure.
In a surprise move, the measles are trying to make nice with Hollywood, so they’ve sent some of their greatest critics a free basket of what they’re about.