I Was Watching This Commercial Block Today To Jog My Memory About What In The Hell Was Going On In 1997

I was watching this commercial block today to jog my memory about what in the hell was going on in 1997 and how much I remembered of that year.

When that Walmart Media Center commercial came up I finally realized that as someone who grew up in the 1990s, I may one day have to explain to youths how and why a song about a woman committing serial arsons cracked the Billboard Top 10 in the summer of 1997.

Somehow this song along with Where Have All The Cowboys Gone also had more radio airplay than Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys and Hanson at the time.

The attitude that sex is no longer needed in movies and tv because of internet porn is so damn bizarre because sex comedies and erotic thrillers always existed alongside traditional pornography. Back in the days of VHS rental shops had both porn and these genre films. You could even rent them together.

Both parts of The Last Chapter are up on Tubi if anybody wants to watch Michael Ironside play an absolutely irredeemable piece of garbage.

Hey Tumblr and Instagram algorithm we need to talk. I will probably never watch Good Omens because I rarely watch television shows anymore and it's not my vibe at all but you keep throwing the fan art at me like I care about these ships.

I have to wonder if the myopic literary analysis style that was taught while I was attending college from 2012-2016 is what has contributed to the horrid media review style currently present in movie and tv discourse.

Ever since Robert Palmer introduced the concept of accidental turn ons in his song “I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On,” well, there’s been a lot of involuntary on-turning around here.