There’s one kind of writing that’s always easy: Picking out something obviously stupid and reiterating how stupid it obviously is. This is the lowest form of criticism, easily accomplished by anyone. And for most of my life, I have tried to avoid this. In fact, I've spent an inordinate amount of time searching for the underrated value in ostensibly stupid things. I understand Turtle’s motivation and would have watched Medellin in the theater. I read Mary Worth every day for a decade. Furthermore, I’ve seen Born in concert three times and liked them once. Furthermore, I went to The Day After Tomorrow on opening night. Furthermore, I own a very expensive robot that doesn’t do anything. Furthermore, I am open to the possibility that everything has metaphorical merit, and I see no point in sardonically attacking the most predictable failures within any culture.

Eating the Dinosaur