Hannah was intended to learn a lesson, the one that you actually do learn in your 20s, if not earlier: No one is going to take care of you except yourself. You have to respect yourself enough to clean up the broken glass without stepping on it, to do the dishes, to go to the health clinic. You also have to suck it up and realize that nobody wants to hear you whining about how hard it is just to be a regular person. —
The last five minutes of this episode were just Vomit City.
Ugh, babies! Is there nothing they can’t ruin? — Roseanne vs. Malcolm in the Middle — Vulture
Writers are narcissists: They presume that their personal obsessions and neuroses are of deep fascination — or even beneficial — to potentially millions of people. —
I mean, this whole article is so good but THAT. A+.
‘Brandy’ is - simply put - one of the finest songs to come out of the early seventies. This one’s got it all: raw emotion coupled with story-telling genius and musical virtuosity. It is in Looking Glass’ seductive lyrics that one catches the essence of an entire era and the perfume of an entire ethic. After hearing LG, no one can ever tell me the music of the sixties wasn’t going somewhere. — Cool song, cool review.