The Indiana Jones movies were my favorite movies as a kid. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen them, and still love them as an adult. When I was young, I never could remember which titles went with which stories. I referred to them not by their official subtitles, but by their content — for example, the one where the bad guy pulls out the man’s …
On the Human Fascination with the Gross-Out
Why our disgust with bodily injuries is so frequently paired with fascination
