Oh Charlie Brooker

Charlie Brooker has a new piece online, this time on the Olympic Games corporate sponsors. Once again Charlie is in incredible form:

I've never understood why firms are prepared to shell out a fortune simply to refer to the Olympics in their advertising, but then I've always been mildly baffled by the popularity of sport full-stop. I also never understood why Gillette paid Tiger Woods, a man famous for hitting balls with a stick, a huge amount of money to promote scraping a bit of sharp metal across your face – only to sideline him when it became apparent that as well as hitting balls with a stick, he had been inserting his penis into as many different women as possible, an aspiration he presumably shared with the vast majority of Gillette's customers.

Why I love Charlie Brooker!

Charlie Brooker is a Guardian columnist and UK TV personality. He is also in my opinion one of the funniest men on the planet. His piece today for the Guardian concerns the furore over gay characters in a video game. It is simply brilliant. Read the entire thing but here is the opening:

It must be awful, being a homophobe. Having to spend all that time obsessing about what gay people might be doing with their genitals. Seeing it in your mind, over and over again, in high-definition close-up. Bravely you masturbate, to make the pictures go away, but to no avail. They're seared onto your mental membranes. Every time you close your eyes, an imaginary gay man's imaginary penis rises from the murk, bowing ominously in your direction, sensing your discomfort. Laughing. Mocking. Possibly even winking. How dare they, this man and his penis? How dare they do this to you?

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