The Intrusively Accurate Anxiety of Pure
Honestly, I’m offended.
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Honestly, I’m offended.
So, over here in Guignol Land, I’m handing over a new series to my delicious and delightful co-writer over at No But Listen, Kevin! An X-Files fanatic, he wants to counter my attempts to make through lost with a classic series that actually still stands up, with a deep-dive into the best episodes that The X-Files has to offer. Without further ado, enjoy his first entry into this series!
I knew that this was going to be bad.
Let us talk, for a moment, about The Chosen One.
I’ve written about a lot of coming-of-age stories on this blog. Harry Potter, Carrie, a Series of Unfortunate Events, Glee, Riverdale, Sugar Rush, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Skins, you name it – if it’s about adolescence, I’ve thrown myself at it with a cheerful abandon and an attempt to obliterate the memory of my own spectacularly awkward adolescence in the process.
I’m about to do something really, really stupid.
You know, sometimes, I just feel the need to watch something fucked up.
Hey, you want to feel old?
Ever since Bojack Horseman came into being, people have been trying to predict just how it would end. Spoilers ahead, for the final season and finale.
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