Eat it, George Orwell; or Why 1984 was the Greatest Year Ever

When it comes to 1984, I’m less Orwellian than I am David Lee Rothian.

While George preached about the horrors of Big Brother, Diamond Dave sang hosannas in honor of the time-honored tradition of s-e-x. At least I’m pretty sure that’s what he meant when, following Eddie Van Halen’s blistering solo, he said he would “reach down between my legs n’ ease the seat back.” I could be wrong, though; perhaps the car lacked ample leg space for a comfortable ride. Dammit, that sounds dirty, too. Thanks a lot, David Lee Roth.
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Pop Culture Debates: An Intro and an Initial Topic

I guess it’s part of being a boy.

I have always been a fan of mindless arguments over mundane matters starting, most likely, in 1980 at the age of 4, not long after watching The Empire Strikes Back. Like every good male of my generation, I questioned who I’d rather be: Luke Skywalker or Han Solo. Both have their pros (light sabres and that whole Force thing for Luke, getting the girl and general bad-assedness for Han) and cons (losing a hand in a battle with your dad and getting frozen in carbonite), and I could never, at least at that age, come to a consensus.
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