Overcooked

One of the painful things that comes with living a totally different life from everyone else in one's family is that, inevitably, one mostly disagrees with them when it comes to matters of taste. Rarely is this more clear than in the comparison between me and my sister. My sister's favorite movie in high school was Charlie's Angels, and not in some sort of riot grrl way. She has been known to listen to Andrew Lloyd Weber musicals by choice.

So, it should come as no surprise that, despite some funny moments, I've always been rubbed the wrong way by Dane Cook. I find that, even when he is funny, he's funny in a way that is thoroughly unmemorable and, well, disappointing. Mostly, I just know he's the kind of person I most definitely would not want to know, and not in that genius-asshole sort of way that makes me still sorta want to meet, say, Ernest Hemingway or John Lennon.

Dane Cook is the "funny guy" and always has been. There's something about the really funny people like, say, Chris Rock or Stephen Colbert - you know they weren't the "funny guy", even if they were really funny, when they were, like, 15.

The other thing is that I'm really sick of hearing how "hot" he is. Frankly, I can't tell.

All that is a preamble to say that, yea, I really liked what my Heather Havrikesky (also known as Bitch With My Job) wrote.