This week, you might have noticed an interesting trend in our mostly text-based medium: popular women bloggers are now, in the case of Playboy, being offered money to pose nude.

American film director Wes Anderson: that dude’s got a knack for visual style coming out of his nose, and probably other orifices, too. I love movies that can transport you to another world for a couple of hours. Give me bright colors and bad hair and a quirky soundtrack anytime, because I freely admit that I am to shiny media as a raccoon is to tinfoil. What are these men up to? Should we care? So I eagerly saw Wes Anderson’s newest movie, The Darjeeling Limited, last weekend and I walked out feeling kind of “meh” but also uneasy. I loved Bottle Rocket and Rushmore and even The Royal Tenenbaums, which provoked critics into slamming him somewhat for being in a rut with his style and themes. What was bothering me about this movie, exactly?