Social networks, including Twitter, are supposed to change in order to grow and survive, and we as a culture are supposed to adapt that change.
Part of what makes TV so entertaining as a medium is being able to not only see ourselves portrayed on-screen, but also to see the subtle nuances of our identities in those portrayals.
To be clear, 'trash TV' isn’t just bad TV that gets good ratings (looking at you, 'The Big Bang Theory'). It’s the type of 'so-bad-it’s-good' show that breeds its own intense, devoted fandom, whose presence becomes so powerful that it develops into a cult following. People watch trash TV not just because it is so ineffably entertaining, but also because it inadvertently forms its own community.
In my mind, there is a correct and incorrect way to apologize to someone, period. This, folks, is the incorrect way.
“You need to be more aggressive.”
I nodded quietly at my baseball coach and walked back to home plate, where I attempted to muster up all the energy in my lithe, eight-year-old body to hit the ball. My helmet felt too big on my head. My milk-white pants felt too tight on my legs. I already had two strikes, and I knew that I was a swing and a miss away from my third. It didn’t even matter at that point. I wasn’t “aggressive” enough to play baseball, and I couldn’t pretend to be.
In a way, we all crave the Szechuan Sauce.
The best of times and the worst of times. This is the world we’re living in, one anxiety-inducing headline after the next.
Puberty sucks.
There comes a turning point in almost every great TV show where the writers and creators have to decide what’s next for their characters.
Do we really need more stories about Italian mobsters, sex and the ‘70s?