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Posts tagged as Irony

Wham!'s "Last Christmas" Is the Most Horrible Holiday Song Ever Made

Christmas songs are designed to be catchy, annoying and vaguely reminiscent of winter. The most successful are horrible holiday earworms, such as "Wonderful Christmastime" and "Heat Miser/Snow Miser." But one song is so overplayed and over-covered and so mediocre to begin with that it makes the rest sound like "White Christmas." Its recent exclusion from the A/V Club’s recent list of worst Christmas songs is a gross injustice to the holidays and to musicdom in general. READ MORE

Remember That Time Everyone Threw Up on the Internet?

Remember that time—hint: most recently, that time was last night—that seemingly everyone that partakes in the Internet watched the premiere of a TV show, and were aghast, and kept putting their aghastness on their Twitters and their Tumblrs, making the Internet nearly unusable due to constant expressions of aghastivity? Yet apparently no one ever thought to actually get up and turn off the TV! Or to at least suffer in silence? I mean, not to say that all of Twitter and Facebook and the like isn't already actually noise, because who cares what we ate for dinner/threw up in the morning/did to our cats? But on some level it's like the way Google is struggling with spam farms. Currently, learning anything on the Internet is next to impossible. We're drowning in hastily-written, inexpert, uneducated directions on how to tie ties and how to trim your cat's nails and EIGHT THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH PERSIMMONS, all of which have at least one fundamental error that will result in your poisoning or your cat's bleeding all over the house or you looking like an idiot at a fancy function. It's a mess out here on the Internet! In other, totally unrelated news, don't you just want to enter into a committed love-polygon with at least three cast members of "Downton Abbey"? I can't stand it. What's that? You've been too busy being aghast at crap? Here, PBS' cut of episode one is online! You're welcome.

Anti-Knife Crimer Knifed

Ah, British irony: "In an incident befitting his stage name, the rap artist and anti-knife campaigner DJ Ironik was stabbed near his Highgate home in the early hours of Saturday morning."

Kids Totally Know That You're Being Sarcastic

Forget Cricket, maybe you should get your little niece or nephew a subscription to McSweeney's: READ MORE

Hamburger Helper and the Entropic Degradation of All Things

I eat Hamburger Helper. Of course it's bad for me, and of course I know better. "It's ironic," I used to explain, back when irony meant everything, but it's not ironic at all. The shit tasted good, back then, and good in the way that good things taste when someone else is paying my rent and buying me clothes and comic books. So when I left home HH is what I took with me. Others my age/circumstance maybe maintained an affection for Ho Hos, or Flav-R-Ice, or Breakfast Squares. But me, I was raised in a place where deliciousness had only two aspects (salt, grease), so the idea of salt and grease and cheesiness was my idea of luxury and fame and reward for any accomplishment imaginable-better than Ponderosa, better than Long John Silver's. It was like having a foie gras machine in the cupboard. And I am not alone. READ MORE

Horror Chick: Why We Should Rejoice for 'Birdemic,' AKA ‘The Worst Horror Movie Ever Made’

It's tough to make bad movies in the Age of Irony. Once you reach a certain level of badness, it raises a slew of questions: is it an "ironically bad" movie, where the director is tossing us a wink-wink-nudge-nudge with every line of face-clawing dialogue? Or is the whole debacle a deliberate attempt at "look at our reverential homage" bad? (Cough cough, Inglourious Basterds.) Or maybe it's "look at how bad this is but it's so bad it's actually good, and if you don't think so then you don't 'get it'" bad? The whole thing gets so confusing (I have had it with this motherfucking irony in these motherfucking films!). READ MORE

'Esquire' Experiments Beyond Paper and Ink Explained In Blurry Ink

Which mild variety of irony is this, I can never keep them straight.

Are You a Chronic Meta-Enabler?

A number of us (and I am thinking her and her in particular) are sometimes mounting, and sometimes are not, an opposition to what Yahoo! News' Andrew Golis is calling "meta-enabling," in a coinage that isn't really going to stick but is fun for a while. For more explication: "Meta-enabling allows blogs to treat the way in which the posts are presented as the thesis of the post itself (hence, the necessity of the prefix meta- to the term)." Meta-enabling, and its prettier sister, the treatment of the highbrow in a pop culture way (which is, not at all incidentally, our own more-frequently-employed method here), are the hallmarks of our ironic, sarcastic, I-can't-actually-tell-what-you-really-mean age and it is causing a problem. READ MORE

Awl Eyer: Alex K____, in S____

Eyed! Extremely famous 82-year-old ____ Alex K____, with his wife A., dining alone at great old restaurant M____, in the neighborhood of S____. They were spotted conversing and laughing and sipping espresso. At one point A., who has had the same haircut since 198-, laughed delicately. She also nibbled on a small cookie. They looked so happy! Even though I truly dislike his ____, it was fantastic to eye the twosome as they went off down S____ Street together. With her to his side, he stepped into one of the tree basins that are excised from the sidewalk, so as to make way for other pedestrians, temporarily leaning on the tree for balance.