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February 08, 2015


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Regarding the uproar over a female GHOSTBUSTERS and the treatment of the original as a sacred text: see Nathan Rabin's article, "Your Childhood Entertainment Is Not Sacred," at the Dissolve.

I too wish fans would stop whining about their childhood being "raped" whenever some pop-culture artifact is rebooted for a new generation. If the high point of their youth was a comic book, a movie or a TV show, they had a pretty screwed-up childhood. Which, I'm afraid, is true for a lot of hardcore fan-collectors and pop-culture junkies.


Four thoughts:

1) According to Ana Marie Cox, this isn't even a blog, since you don't post "at least daily". So, you've proved nothing, Glenn. Nothing!

2) You didn't need the DFW blurb. This one works fine: "Why did I waste my money on this opinionated gobbledygook!?" - John Chanaud

3) This is a quite wonderful post.

4) You missed the best reason for writing this: to pimp the upcoming Kindle release of the book. And I'll happily be a john, just for the Todd Hanson piece alone. (After being an age-approprate fan of the first two films, I easily skipped the third. And when the fourth came around, I got dragged to it, knowing full well I wouldn't like it, but having NO idea that the whole Jar-Jar thing would waterboard my adulthood.)


Also, you missed out in not asking me for a contribution on the lasting cultural impact of the Star Wars movies. I have a pithy essay all ready to go, and you're welcome to use it in the 2nd edition, as long we can work out appropriate royalties. Here it is:

To this day, IRL when someone can describe some of a movie but can't think of the title, and the mutual mood is right for a snarky initial answer, if it's a film buff, I respond with "Gone With The Wind?" But if it's a civilian, I respond with "Star Wars?"

Yes, I know it's pure gold. No need to thank me, as I can imagine your stunned gratitude.


The first ever flame war I had online was with some guy on Salon's Table Talk forum (is that still going?) who was OUTRAGED with David Ehrenstein for saying bad things about The Phantom Menace. He got really personal with me for defending David like I had attacked his fucking family or something.

The thing is, the movie hadn't even come out yet so this guy hadn't actually seen it himself.

Farran Nehme

Blogs are dead? Lord have mercy why can't you people tell me this stuff BEFORE I write a 3000 word post on the career of Charles Laughton.

This is lovely, and I need to get that Star Wars essay book, and this is coming from a woman whose hipster stance on Star Wars is "dude, I gave up all the way back with Return of the Jedi."


"Blogs are dead? Lord have mercy why can't you people tell me this stuff BEFORE I write a 3000 word post on the career of Charles Laughton."

You missed the above-the-fold obit in the NYT?

But yeah, everyone was shocked. Turned out that any text communication of more than 140 characters just isn't relatable. But on the bright side, Reader's Digest is bringing out a series of very, very, very condensed books.


Blogs may not be dead, but several of my favorite pop-culture blogs are now inactive, or -- like this one and Farran Nehme's -- only post new entries occasionally.

I know that maintaining a blog (or podcast) can be hard if you have a busy life, and I know it can be hard to make money from them. A lot of blogs and podcasts are started by people who are between jobs and have time on their hands. When they go back to work full-time, or have a major life change (marriage, kids, moving to another city), their time for blogging and 'casting dwindles.

But I'll keep checking the remaining good blogs for updates, even if they're only occasional.


I really miss Dave Kehr's blog and the lengthy, cosmopolitan comment threads it produced.

John M

Jar Jar's picture keeps ruining my morning.


I will confess, Glenn, that I thought you were being a Sea Lion during your American Sniper defense. But I absolutely KNEW someone would eventually make an utterly specious Searchers defense hot take, and that guy is a Sea Lion with rabies and ebola.

(And I know you are particularly sensitive to the whole Sea Lion issue, given your pride in taking off some weight. But Sea Lion-ism really isn't about that. So you can calm down.)

Jar Jar is what happens when you put a Sea Lion on steroids.

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