It's almost one o'clock in the morning. I'm ten movies deep into an 11-movie Wayans Brothers marathon that began at 7:15 a.m. the previous day. I'm tired. I'm angry.
Clearly, the most impressive superpower in the universe isn't strength or invulnerability; it's having a dong.
This is the single most brilliant money-making idea ever conceived.
It turns out a bunch of famously serious or edgy artists secretly make children's entertainment so wholesome that any cynic's heart would vomit puppies and rainbows.
I'm not fooling myself into believing that this was as dangerous as a drug addiction, but what it did to my financial situation dominated my life for way too long.
These rules serve one purpose: to prevent you from ruining someone else's fun and enjoyment of something they love just as much as you do.