I Hate Kick-Ass

I know, I know. You’re all thinking I’m about to lay into the liberal splashes of claret resulting from Hit Girl’s slashfests as an example of the decay of cinema’s moral fiber. Well, you’re wrong. I don’t need to lay down any Roger Ebert-style preaching to pull the rug from under this colossal waste of time that has inexplicably grossed over... Read More

I Hate Vanity Fair

While renewing my New Yorker subscription a couple of months ago, magazine publishing giant Condé Nast offered me a deal that seemed too good to pass up: 12 issues of culture/fashion/politics magazine Vanity Fair for 12 dollars. That’s right — for the price of a taco a month I would have some of the world’s finest photography and writing delivered right to my... Read More

I Hate Fat Kids

I hate Fat Kids.  I simply do.  Fat kids and their parents. Normally, I’m not this vitriolic.  In fact, I pride myself on being an even-tempered and well-centered individual with no strong likes or dislikes.  But I absolutely despise fat kids and their parents.  I used to be one.  I was chubby as a child, and obese as a teenager.  Even now, after years of dieting and... Read More