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High-handed cultural criticisms.
Feeling at loose ends, as usual.
I called Ads today. She's always so awkward on the phone, it makes it hard to hold a conversation. But I do try. I told her about the possum debacle, and my epic hangover, and when I'm coming back, etc. etc. She told me about her midterm and her issues with Tristan's sleeping habits and how she her fish died. It was very stimulating. Not.
My aunt called me today. My nine-year-old cousin had tickets to see Hannah Montana and was getting ready. She cried with happiness for 45 minutes when she found out. I cannot remember ever being that obsessed with any one thing or person. Could it be that my personality just isn't wired that way? Or is it something to do with the celebrity-centered culture of today's media, forcing so much importance on one person, franchise, dream?
I suppose it would have something to do with a difference of upbringing. When I was her age, my mom read me Little House on the Prairie, and my dad read me Lord of the Rings. My cousin watches High School Musical and Hannah Montana, and reads...I don't know what. Anything? Suffice it to say that I was perfectly content to spend the evening baking cookies and watching Persuasion on PBS.
I just get worried sometimes that everyone is being fed pre-packaged everything. Music and television and clothes, all in one. Pick a franchise. Interests and eating habits and accessories. Pick a celeb. Reading a book because Oprah picked it, because you saw the movie, because it was assigned in class.
I suppose the broadest bottom line is:
Everyone sucks these days.
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