When it comes to pop cultural nonsense, I have a very elaborate and arbitrary filtering system. We all have these filters, right? I mean there’s just so much out there that we can’t absorb it all. It’s why I have eliminated the screechy and judgmental “I can’t believe you have not read this book” from my vocabulary.
Now that I am FORTY! and wise, I’ve finally accepted that the literary landscape is a vast and varied place. There are more book than there is time and it’s okay if people have foolishly and misguidededly not read Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn. Fine. Whatever. It’s fine if they don’t make time to read a book that is awesome. It’s okay. Really.
See how that not screechy and judgmental is working for me?
Anyway, back to the pop culture filters. I think we develop these filters based on our personal preferences and then use them to decide what kind of stuff does or doesn’t get our attention.
Here are a few of my Does Not Warrant Attention Buckets.
RenFest, The Hobbit, Shakespeare-y Stuff: In my head all this is related. I don’t know why, it just is. If there’s anyone saying ‘Mi Lady,’ a giant turkey leg involved, or any sort of Middle-Ages or Middle-Earth shenanigans, I just don’t care. This is where Game of Thrones went to be ignored.
Classic Rock, Jam Bands & Everything with a boring guitar solo: Ruined by every stupid stoner I ever met and all those long, masturbatory guitar solos. Still bitter about all The Rolling Stones I missed out on.
Druggie Culture: Cheech & Chong, The Grateful Dead (which occasionally gets put into the Classic Rock bucket of ignore), the writing of Bret Easton Ellis & Jay McInerney, and Breaking Bad. I’m just not into it. Ever since Regina Morrow died from taking one toot of cocaine in Sweet Valley High #40 On the Edge, I’ve just said no. I also say no to a lot of that druggie culture. It bores me. Except for, oddly, Dazed & Confused and That 70s show. I said yes to those. Repeatedly.
War: It doesn’t matter which one. Civil, WWII, Irag, Korean, ZZZZZZzzzzz. I avoid most books and movies about war because war is boring. I’m sure I’m missing out on a lot of very good, poignant stuff, but you know what? I don’t care. You can have Dr. Strangelove, I’m okay with that.
I’m sure there are many more. I just can’t think of them at the moment. I came here, originally, to write about my Buffy-addiction and about being a Jodi-come-lately, but then I wrote 400 words about some other stuff and I’ll have to write about Buffy later.