Sippin' on the Haterade

Nice piece of player hating by Josh Levin over at Slate. I knew Zach Braff had his detractors and I proudly and unabashedly counted myself amongst them to anyone who dared tell me how great Garden State was supposed to be. But irrational hatred is unbecoming in polite company when directed at someone so inexplicably beloved. So I never got to unleash unvarnished vitriol like Levin's best line: "If Zach Braff is the voice of my generation, can't someone please crush his larynx?" Amen, brother. Karate chop to the throat!