Usually, I approach literary criticism majors with a mix of pity and disdain: pity, because unlike me, they won’t get a cushy software engineering job right out of college where they get to listen to deathcore on Spotify all day while looking cool to all the comm-major hotties in marketing after saving the corporate website when WordPress takes a shit; disdain, because they are steeped in critical theory and thus are the source of all “social justice” TumblrFggtry.
BTW: EMMURE has a video for “MDMA,” and it has hella yellowbellies in it.
Sometimes, though, they are like a mysterious Gray Knight (alignment: Lawful Neutral) who enters out of nowhere to bring the Hammer of Dubious Relevance down on the enemies of Righteous Wiggerdom only to vanish into the ether from whence they came. Such is the case when one faggot IMN with a stick up his ass attacked Frankie Palmieri for a lack of “lyrical artistry a la Chino Moreno” in “Drug Dealer Friend” (The “I wanna watch you suck his dick” song) only to be deftly counter-attacked by the Partisans of Thanos:
Wat u think? Is Thanos operating on another level? Do we even know him, and if not, do you think we ever will? Does it even fucking matter so long as the jamz are sick?