Have you ever had drinks with a bunch of your friends and there’s a new person at the table, maybe a friend’s cousin or new boyfriend or college roommate? And the new person is a little uncomfortable because they don’t know anybody, so they keep saying sort of shocking things? Like, maybe things that are a little racist or sexist or 9/11-truthery or whatever? And your first instinct is to think: “What an awful person,” but then you notice that after each controversial comment, their eyes furtively dart around the table, scanning each face for a reaction? And then you think: “Oh, this person isn’t actually everything I hate, he’s just desperate for validation, and he’d rather be remembered as racist/sexist/whatever than forgotten as kind. He is actually trying to win my favor by pretending to be everything I hate. And that’s actually much, much worse than being everything I hate, because it makes me sad and tired rather than angry”?
Anyway, “Dads,” you are tedious and I hope our mutual friend doesn’t bring you around anymore.
And then this whole mess-of-a-case got sadder still. On top of seemingly irreconcilable matters regarding racial profiling and self-defense laws, glaring proof that perhaps guns are the most powerful drug in the history of mankind. Employ them once, and you’re powerless to ever shake them? Terrifying.
Sesame Street is saddened to learn of the death of James Gandolfini. His heartwarming appearance on our show is beloved by everyone who works here. Watching it brings a smile to our faces so we wanted to share the segment with you. Our thoughts go out to his family.
My very first job after college was working in the office of a very famous man who was the host of a television show that, at the time, was very buzzed about. For the purposes of this story, I will censor many of the details to protect the guilty (me), because I’m pretty sure I signed a…
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