WWE, Breakup Medicine

When I was little, I used to love WWE unashamedly. Now I am older, and I have dipped my toe back into that messy pool of rippling muscles, I can appreciate the beauty even more. I think, in a way, this newfound adult shame actually makes it better.

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Inside Number 9

It’s a little twenty minute paddling pool of gruesome, clever joy. It gets me excited, more than anything else on TV at the moment. It’s delicious. You should have a taste.

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