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Dear pop culture: Grow up.
We’re facing a lot of issues in this country. Some of them are economic, some of them are political, some of them are artistic, but a whole lot of them are self-inflicted idiocy propagated forward by those unwilling and unable to achieve. It doesn’t take a PhD and ten years of academic training to recognize there’s something wrong with a society who not only can’t read the manufactured narratives they’re being sold, but actively gloms onto them as if they’re the unquestionable truth. And it certainly doesn’t take fluency in postmodern theory to deconstruct a society obsessed with superhero movies, box office numbers, and the illusion of virtual supremacy.
Oh, if only Unwarranted Celebrity Worship was still our biggest pop culture addiction. Obsessing over the lives and relationships of famous people you’ll never know seems almost quaint in today’s pop culture atmosphere when the very definition of celebrity no longer exists. I myself long lovingly for the ‘90s when the eminent pop culture questions were which boy band you liked and who killed Biggie and Pac. RIP.
