Stories also used to teach that if you were good, for varying definitions of what “good” is, but essentially if you treated people right and tried to live by a code of respecting people, you’d get good things. Or at the very least, people who did bad would be punished. But if there’s anything adulthood has taught me it’s the opposite is the truth. The more you hurt and lie and cheat and hate, the better you do, and good is for suckers who haven’t learned how to work the system yet. Continue reading Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Why Yes, I Am Mad, Why Do You Ask, Bro?
At which point I think it IS worth discussing. Not in a “how much bigger are her boobs” but in a grand sense of “what’s the correctly feminist way of viewing breast enhancement surgery?” Continue reading Boobs and Brains
“I guess you don’t care about Raw OR the Women’s Evolution.” I’ve been fuming over this line from Kurt Angle ever since the segment on Monday’s RAW where he threw it into Bayley’s face. Bayley had finally snapped and beaten up Sasha Banks after months and months of a slow, agonizing and frankly stupid sort of “passive-aggressive frenemies you know how women are!” storyline played … Continue reading Wait, WHO Doesn’t Care About The Women’s Evolution Now?
I’m sorry if you came here looking for match recaps and analysis of Money in the Bank. That’s obviously not what I had in store for you. Continue reading Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Right Back Where We Started
Backlash was a bad show. Not the worst I’ve ever seen, not abysmal, but certainly bad. I got just enough entertainment out of it to feel like my $10 didn’t go to waste this month. But I’m always prepared for the May show or shows to be lackluster, it’s that period right after Wrestlemania where you realize the WWE has no idea what they’re doing. … Continue reading Where’s My Freaking Revolution: Bad Backlash. Very Bad Backlash.
I don’t really know what to say about the show because it was so very different from the Royal Rumble. While the Rumble started my year out with such high hopes, Wrestlemania failed to capitalize on that. It isn’t even that I would say what transpired in New Orleans was bad, because on the whole it wasn’t. But almost worse than that is how, outside of two or three moments, it was forgettable. Continue reading Where’s My FREAKING Revolution: Wrestlemania 34
There was a point at the end of every college party I attended in my junior and senior years when we’d reached the dregs of the liquor. There was nothing left but a few shots of the good stuff and some half-finished mixers, but nothing that actually went together, and this one bottle of Goldschläger we just could not get rid of. That was the point where we’d resort to just throwing random things together in hopes it would be drinkable.
That’s sort of what the build to Fastlane felt like, especially with regards to the women’s matches. One of those matches was even a semi-random tag match that was announced on Twitter only days before the show. With that total lack of build and what felt like haphazard at best booking for the title match, there was every reason to expect Fastlane would be like our cocktail experiments: good elements combined in a terrible way.
But Fastlane was one of those combinations that managed to work out.