Just finished the first season of Fringe, tonight. Really good show. It kind of bothers me that more good programs aren't picked up and show celebrating debauchery and crudeness remain on the air. Take NBC's Kings, for example, great show. I'm not sure there was an episode that didn't have a moment in it. You know what I'm talking about, that little part of a movie, book, song, t.v. show that gives you chills or brings you to the edge of tears. More than any other show I've watched in recent history, Kings, I think, is the one I am most upset about losing after only half a season (though you can finish the season on Hulu). Bravo NBC, Bravo.
But who am I to understand the mind of an entertainment executive? These are the same soulless beings that think dressing teenagers in next to nothing and having them dance around a stage encouraging yet younger teens (and preteens; you know these are your target audiences... don't play dumb) to experiment sexually using lyrics written by pretentious American Idol hosts is the best way to make money. How could I understand someone that thought X-Men 3 was a good idea? Don't ask me to try, because I will and then I will wake up feeling dead inside just like all of the shmucks in Hollywood who sold their dreams in order to buy their "struggling to make it" mistresses breast implants. By all means Hollywood, blow some more things up in exchange for solid character development, string as many cuss words and racial slurs together in order to relate to the everyman, implant the falsified images of what beauty and sexuality are supposed to be because waiting to have sex is soooo 50's.
Do these things because you know that they work. You know that Americans will continue to tune in to Jersey Shore. You know Ke$ha will still be top of the itunes playlist. You know Cosmo will get more readers than the Wall street Journal. How do you know? We all know it and if we don't we're lying to ourselves. Somewhere along the line, somebody told us that it was okay to watch our guilty pleasure show. In the dead of the night, we told our closest confidants about our guilty pleasure and found out that they had the same one until our guilty pleasures didn't have to be guilty anymore. You got us pegged. You called our bluff. We wanted you to think that we were intelligent, well mannered individuals. Thank you for releasing us from our charade.
We, the world, are morons and you reap the benefit. Sex, drugs, Rock n' Roll, and no consequences. That, my friends, is what I am talking about.
Go Team America.
Rant complete.
All comments justifying Miley Cyrus will be placed respectfully in the garbage can. Thank you.
I love you. I will write to you tomorrow.
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