ChrisLicht

Funny you should ask. They’ve got a good model in a certain emerald mining scion turned chronic safety measure evader.

From chess?

Whew!

So, he puts on a second pair in the third panel, then a different second pair in the fourth panel. Is there something about a specific pair of sunglasses that causes a woman to look like a mom?

I’m lost.

I feel slow. Is the joke that he’s putting sunglasses on top of sunglasses?

Countless times?

Dozens of times?

The hyperbole isn’t helping you. You might have an argument if you actually stuck to one or two substantive examples, rather than throwing out ridiculous numbers.

Here’s a mnemonic technique that I have found works: Nothing about Marvel movies is worth remembering.

You’re watching the dramatic equivalent of that retouched Ecce Homo painting, a mass media product constructed by Hollywood on top of the palimpsest of the creative output of young Jewish men trying to come to grips with feelings of powerlessness in the aftermath of the Holocaust. Nothing much of the original remains, and it’s not worth looking at, beyond remarking at its absurdity.

I like to think of golf, bowling, and esports as competitive pastimes.

You can be a SWAT officer with only three years of experience?

Wow, that town really loves paying lawyers’ fees—their own and the other side’s.

This stuck with me: Years ago, someone on Reddit described their middle school in the ‘70s having to have an assembly to stop a potlatch/arms race between kids stacking Izod/Lacoste shirts. There were well-off kids wearing three or more stacked Lacoste shirts every day, and poorer kids wearing cheap generic polo shirts under real alligator shirts to try to keep up.

It was the spirit of Homer Davenport. Rejoice and have another slice of marionberry pie.

Yeah, there are a few bangers, but it’s just not a coherent moral document, if taken at its full scale.