Another thing done so unrealistically often in movies is people getting their throats cut.

No, a weak slash across the front of the throat isn’t enough to kill you. And that’s most of the time how it’s portrayed in films. It might leave you unable to speak (forever), but you probably won’t die.

You have cut pretty deep to kill – deep enough to sever the jugular or carotid.

In hand-to-hand combat training in the army that we received in the 82nd (not krav maga, they do not teach killing techniques there), we were taught to stab to one side of the throat or the other, and twist after the knife is buried.

This guarantees death unless you have Misty Day there to resurrect you.

In fact in all knife work against a human, stabbing and twisting is the preferred technique for maximum destruction as long as your blade is strong enough to support this. It turns a recoverable wound into a deadly one.

Ah, the fun things you learn in the military.

My suspension of disbelief in a TV show is destroyed when someone hotwires a car that can’t be hotwired.

In this case, a Pontiac G8 GT. If you don’t have the key, it ain’t going anywhere unless you replace the ECU. Sorry.

‘Female’ hurricanes cause more deaths, but only because people don’t take them seriously.

What in the hell. This is like something from the Onion. When the aliens invade and kill us all, I will help them.

Extremely impressive fretwork. And that Irish accent. Good lord.

I don’t really trust anyone who has tattoos.

Even if a man says he is a feminist ally or feminist leaning, I don’t believe him 99% of the time.

If someone can’t operate a computer even after using one for 10+ years, I think they have the IQ of a cucumber.

Anyone who says dismissive things about sex workers I assume is a stone cold idiot in every other way.

If you don’t like catfish or sweet tea, I assume you’re broken.

If you have a baby (as a man or woman), I wonder what is wrong with you.

If you like experimental jazz, I wonder if you have any visits with an audiologist scheduled.

Any TV show that uses an IP address like 7.718.502.4, I stop watching right away.

If a show has mostly men in its cast, I assume it’s terrible and don’t watch it.

I could honestly murder street harassers or rapists without feeling the least guilt about it* (not really unusual for me, but, like, even less guilt than normal).

If someone uses a bunch of text-y abbreviations and elisions, I assume they are either seven or a complete addlepate.

I believe therapy is totally useless per se, even for the people who claim it has helped them.

Most people I believe have kids just out of boredom, or obligation, or a combination of both. Maybe 5% of kids are actually wanted.

I at least partially believe that I must be a space alien.

*I have never murdered anyone. And I am not saying that doing so to those types of people is right or that I ever would do so, just that if I did so, here’s what I’d feel: nothing. I’d go grab a slice of pizza.