2010 — I resolve to not worry about the impending and very likely unavoidable apocalypse in 2012
I have a New Year’s Confession to make – I believe that the very worst, most gruesome thing a human being can do is spread contagious misinformation. Ok maybe it’s not as bad as genocide or Hello Kitty, but it’s right up there.
Doctors who repeat misinformation about health and weight loss, “news” commentators who mislead viewers about the actions and viewpoints of elected officials and organizations, and the belief that the world is coming to an end. These things make my stomach churn and give me anxiety headaches.
Also, I truly do not care about Pop Culture.
I’ve been trying to care about the lives of famous people for as long as I can remember but I have to admit that it just isn’t working. I try because I feel left out. I’m the girl standing on the edge of the pop culture dance floor because I don’t know the steps to the celebrity infatuation boogie.
While my girlfriends call Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp their “Imaginary Boyfriend,” the only men that I refer to as my “Imaginary Boyfriend” is Paulo Coelho and Brian Greene. As a bookish pre-teen I would go to the mall with girls from school and buy Teen Beat and Tiger Beat because they did, and I would swoon and roll my eyes over OMG! how cute Vinnie Barbarino was…yeah I am THAT old. But the truth is I really never got it. Sigh…I was faking it to fit in and there are times that I still am.
I resolve in this first month of this year to say no more! Because I love fashion, I really do want to know what they are wearing on Gossip Girl, but I can’t bear to watch the program. I feel like my brains are leaking out of my skull.
I can’t watch Entertainment Tonight and I can’t watch any TV show where the senior executives are too young to have the Master’s Degree that they would require to hold that position in real life. If you want to be interested in the lives and cellulite of famous people – go right ahead. But I can no longer join the conversation pretending to care.
Please understand that I do not judge people watching celebritainment, but I do believe that TMZ makes the world a very bad place to live. So if you want kittens to die, go right ahead and continue watching TV shows whose main purpose is to shame and denigrate women.
I’d like to see TMZ go to Chichen Itza in 2012 to film the jiggly thighs of Quetzalcoatl. Ha! Good luck to the paparazzi.
Thanks for posting about this. I appreciate your individual voice here on the sphere. I like speaking with you and chewing on ideas that we both think. This post has got me thinking a lot.
I like watching TMZ. The perverse perspective of some of the youth of our day shown via the “Jersey Shore” show was so bad it was good to me.
In relation to your post, it has me thinking about my involvement with Fat Acceptance. I agree that there is a lot of wrong and misinformation out there about fat. When Obama pointed out his wife and used the words like “childhood obesity epidemic” I was disheartened.
I don’t want to give up my TMZ (a guilty pleasure) yet I agree that watching it may be part of the problem. Do I get blacklisted by certain elements of the FA movement because I like to hear what the young, sexy, and affluent holly-wooders are doing?
I totally see the honor and integrity in your post about this.
I certainly do not want kittens to die, and I do not support the institutional shaming and denigrating of women… (I think)
I wonder if my lack of understanding, or education about feminism, makes me culpable.
Can I watch TMZ and Chelsea Lately, and The Soup, and still honestly and accurately maintain my self concept of a man who respects women?
Thanks for a thought provoking post