June 2013
“He has Michelle Bachman eyes”
—My sister in regards to dear Mr. Shannon.
(I mean sure, Robin and Leslie’s breakup was fairly depressing, but it was caused by using Cadbury Cream eggs as cereal in order to induce a sugar-high black-out during which Robin could legislate world peace.)
i don’t see your point tv tropes…
My favorite thing about writing Shortpacked! is reaching these extremely dark and sad moments via the most ridiculous means.
If a big part of your enjoyment of a thing on TV or movies is nitpicking it to death, that’s cool.
… but shitting all over the people who enjoyed the same thing without nitpicking it to death is really not cool.
I don’t even know what these things are that he’s done.
But what I would say is that I imagine Mike Krahulik is a good person. Perhaps he is tone deaf on certain things right now (in situations, again, I am not privvy to, so I am speaking only on your accusations), but if he is a good person, then there is always room for change. It can be hard to admit you’re wrong. Everyone is stubborn about being wrong. And if he’s saying wrongheaded things, then there’s always that possibility for education after maybe being confronted with it a few more times, and he’s given it more thought.
(For example, Patton Oswalt recently came around on “rape jokes.”)
Everyone has an area (or areas) to which they’re blind and they hurt people. Whether the blindspots of others colors our perceptions of them depends on us individually on a case-by-case basis, and it’s up to us as individuals to decide how much is too much. I don’t think I could ever condemn someone else for finding an individual distasteful for having a toxic or hurtful opinion. I don’t think I can tell you how to feel about him, in other words! I’m not going to say those things he said don’t matter to you, because obviously, they do. All I can tell you is my philosophy on how I look at people, all of us flawed.
And I can also tell you that it’s hardest when the best people have those troubling areas. If they were a jerk all around, it’d be way easier to make a decision.
The Nineties.
Joyce might be the most autobiographical, as we have similar upbringings. She’s a lot more outgoing and social than I am, though.
Casting yourself as helpless and hopeless is a handicapped effort from the start. Sure, there are ways to liberally misconstrue the original intent into less harmful directions, but it’s best to just, you know, not start from that faulty foundation to begin with, yes?