I blame Hollywood for my lack of faith in romantic comedies. I avoid them if I can help it, because there’s nothing remotely entertaining about watching two shallow yuppies do mean things to each other as they attempt to replicate human courtship, and in the process reinforce tired gender stereotypes (e.g. uptight career woman learns

I’ve never been one for fairy tales. As a child I was fed the usual diet of Disney movies and happily-ever-after endings by my well-meaning parents, which I did enjoy. Sometimes, however, I wish they exposed my childhood self to literature along the lines of The Call of Cthulhu instead. It’s quite a shock to