OK, so I spent an hour of my life - an hour that I will never get back, an hour that I will perhaps have to answer for as I lay on my deathbed cataloging my regrets - watching Rock Of Love. Season Two. It was then that I truly understood the truth: that western culture is dying a slow, horrible death, and all that is left is to choose your means of going down with the ship.
Option One is to become one of those psuedo-intellectual toolbags who self-righteously declares things like "I don't watch television/use the internet because I read only the Times."
Option Two is to embrace the lowest common denominator and become the type of person (I'm talking about ADULTS here, mind you) who purchases and uses things like the "American Idol Planner" (which I found sitting in the staff room of an elementary school where I work) so that you don't lose track of all the important events. When, that is, you're not reading your Mitch Albom books or telling someone that The DaVinci Code is a really excellent book that you should totally read.
Option Three (my personal choice) is to be fully capable of appreciating honestly good art, writing, or entertainment, but at the same time joyfully participating in and monitoring the signs of the coming cultural collapse. You know who you are. We all pretend to be ironic and above it all, and make snarky comments, but there's a small voice that loves every minute of it. It gives us something to feel angry and superior about (just like the tools who choose option 1) but at the same time allowing us the guilty pleasures of shows like Real Housewives. You, who frequent sites like Television Without Pity - you are my people. For you, this blog exists, and we shall share signs of the coming Cultural Apocalypse, and we shall both laugh and weep. And snark. Oh, my friends, we shall snark.
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