A Definitive List of Things I Like on Game of Thrones More Than Jon Snow
I have some important thoughts I’d like to share with you- mainly, the definitive list of things I like better than Jon Snow.

I have some important thoughts I’d like to share with you- mainly, the definitive list of things I like better than Jon Snow.

Oh God. This chapter opens with a sex scene.
And not just any sex scene, no- it’s the sexy-pool-playing scene with left them in last week. Christian wins the game, so now Ana is at his beck and call nothing like she is in the rest of this oh wait.
So, I’m graduating. Which is awesome- I got my degree, after four long years of slogging and hard work and being too embaressed to mention to anyone that I didn’t mean to take a joint degree, actually, and that’s why I’m graduating with a BA in both History AND Journalism. Happy days, is what I’m saying. This is a positive and wonderful time for me, even though this article isn’t quite that
I hope you’re all having a wonderful week (and, if you’re British, I hope you’re all planning to vote tomorrow and all that), and that I can ruin your wonderful week with another fucking Fifty Shades Darker recap.
I’m a feminist, and I have been for a long time. And, even though it’s 2016, I see “angry feminist” cracks everywhere-all over the internet, in the real world, even in banter between ourselves because we know it’s basically a central part of how the world views feminism.
And, in the last few weeks, I have definetly been living up to that stereotype. First it was the Stanford rape case, then the re-dredging of the horrific Vanderbilt rape trial, the arrest of this Dutch woman for daring to report her rape. Not to mention this, or this, or this, or a thousand other stories I’m sure you or I have come across this week. It seems like every time I’ve met up with a friend in the last month, we’ve had some devastating new injustice to discuss. And it’s made me so, so angry.
So, in the last couple of days I’ve found my mind drifting over horror movies again. It’s that time of year- the sun is shining, children are playing, so I want to unleash unholy terror unto the world (or at least my living room). Add to that the fact that my good friend recently restarted his excellent horror movie review blog, and I feel like it’s time to lay out some of my favorites (and some of the ones that horrified me in the non-fun way) from the last few years. Because if someone writes another “Best Horror Movies of the Eighties” list, the world may actually burst at the seams and release some kind of pop-culture-critic cenobites to torture me for eternity, and rightfully so.
As I’ve said before, I don’t go in to movies expecting to hate them (unless they’re made by Woody Allen, but then, who could blame me?). But when it comes to superhero films, I often find myself cursing the God who made this franchise pile-up possible- and now that each major superhero franchise has released it’s big blockbuster for the summer, I feel like I can form some opinions on why they all sat somewhere between approaching passable and downright catastrophic (to be clear, I’ll be focusing on X-Men: Apocalypse, Dawn of Justice, and Captain America: Civil War in this piece).

I must admit, I think recapping Fifty Shades Darker has been a damn sight harder than Fifty Shades of Grey. Not because I hate these recaps or want them to die or anything- just that the second book in the series feels like the second book in the series, and despite home invasions and the tantalising possibility of death for both Ana and Christian, it’s pretty fucking boring. When she’s not cramming abuse or horrifically unsexy sex into her novels (“novels”) EL James struggles to do anything else even half-interesting to fill the page. So, with that jolly thought in mind, on with the recap.

It might seem like I’m just a misanthrope reveling in all the misery the world has to offer, but I too like to laugh sometimes.
Irresistible, really. And I’m a big fan of sitcoms-if you didn’t already know-and also putting things in lists for your amusement, so let’s take a look at the highest highs and lowest lows from some of my favorite comedy outings.