January 10, 2004

Impulsive Celebs Prompt Impulse Buys

BEFORE WE BEGIN RANTING ABOUT, we should note the initial incident which prompted us to write did not involve an actual celebrity. No, that would have been too perfect. In reality, it involved a bad disc jockey for a bad radio station to which we listen all too frequently because, for some unexplained reason, Manchester has iffy radio reception and this station comes in clear.

During our errand-running session yesterday (see below), we had mentioned that we were scanning through the channels looking for a decent song. In doing so, we hit upon this station in particular. The disc jockey on the air, presumably someone about our age, relayed that one of the station's interns had called him a "metrosexual." He did not know what this meant. He had not even heard the word before.

This got our attention. After all, someone who is young, far out and with it ought damn well know what a metrosexual is. Furthermore, someone who is young, far out and with it knows that everyone else young, far out and with it is sick to death of the term. If one had been too busy doing something actually important, this lapse of knowledge would be acceptable and understandable. But we're talking about a disc jockey here, folks.

Hence, we concluded this disc jockey was a sub-literate moron who likely hadn't picked up a magazine in years. Further, we were appalled that someone of such limited intellectual acuity could hold such a position. But this did not apparently matter, as he was able to carry on for minutes about both the vigor of his heterosexuality and the importance of primping his hair.

Anyway. We don't know how to entirely explain our reaction, but we think we just kinda lost it right then and there. We officially became Sick and Tired of Dealing with Our Popular Culture.

For we have had it with the constant bombardment of supposed news stories about celebrities' joke weddings, incredibly poor judgment and ... um ... well ... you know. Perhaps we could actually stand it if these celebrities came across as intelligent, but they've had a really bad run at that lately.

And so, cursing that disc jockey and all for which he stands, we drove like a man possessed to our local bookstore. There, in a frenzy of consumer spending which pumped nearly $200 into our local economy, we bought a book on medieval history, a decent folk music album, and the first half of "War and Remembrance." The second half is on order.

Ah. War and Remembrance. Now that's got everything -- an epic backdrop, an amazing story, and fabulous acting. Plus, one never gets distracted because the folks in it had said something in private life so stupid that one couldn't help but remember it when seeing them perform. We're sure folks have their opinions about actors like Robert Mitchum, Jane Seymour and John Rhys-Davies -- but they damn sure knew (or know) the acting came first. If only the rest of our entertainers would hold up to their example.

Posted by Benjamin Kepple at January 10, 2004 11:59 AM | TrackBack