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I don't respond to silly posts about people's judgement and self-righteousness.
I hate self-righteousness.
Your brain is sexy. I just thought you'd want to know. <3
I wanted to throw a rock at everyone who tweeted "Oh hee! The Academy Awards? Oh, are those tonight? I had no idea, I don't pay attention to such things!" in this superior-tone of "That is SO beneath me!"
People post/tweet about stuff I don't like/don't care about all the time. I don't immediately feel the need to point out that I don't find it a worthwhile way to spend my time.
If only everyone could just shush about things they don't care about.
Exactly. Gods know I am often skimming past things that don't interest me, but the arrogance of scolding people for posting about such things is amazing.
Heh, yes. Also? Do not assume that "sophisticated" tastes can't exist side-by-side with "plebian" ones.
I read Laurel K. Hamilton--at least the elf porn, can't identify with Anita--watch Disney musicals, and listen to cheesy eighties music. I also read Austen, watch The West Wing, and can recite Leonard Cohen lyrics at the drop of a hat*, just as I can dress up and act nicely for my parents or an interview and then wear jeans and a tank top and use the word "dick" thirty-five times in a conversation with friends. Life's too short to restrict myself to just one role, and I like my cheese now and then.
*I don't, admittedly, go for anything with a downer ending or much industrial or experimental music, and there are genres I like more than others on average, but otherwise my taste is pretty wide.
Oh, definitely. I have a hearty love for things all up and down the spectrum. Yes, there are things I don't like, but I am not so solipsistic as to think that others shouldn't like them simply because I don't.
(I even one time had a guy tell me he only listened to classical music, but only music written after 1850 because Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, etc., were far too melodic and he couldn't imagine how anyone could listen to them.)
Whoa - ok that's a first and I minored in music in a liberal arts type college.
Speaking of though, one of the most self-actualized professors I had, only played baroque music and built his own musical instruments. However, he was front row center when our percussion ensemble played Percussion for 5 on kitchen sinks.
He was front row center ... and grinning from ear to ear (or should I say earplug to earplug :D).
Now that's class :)
Yeah, I definitely had no real answer for the weirdness of that. And yay for that prof!
Yes, quite. My friend  cereta has been wishing people would quit pissing in other people's Cheerios for lo, these many years, and of course the type of cereal is not the main point. :-) I do agree with her, though, that in a world like the internet, what a person says or does in her own space is her own business - rag on curling all you want over in your own living room, I don't care. But if you come in to my living room, where I'm watching the game and enjoying it, and start in? That harshes my buzz, and totally ruins my breakfast.
Yes, your own journal is a place one can say such things. But still risk looking like a jerk.
I love you! I love you!
I find myself doing this occasionally and try to stop myself. I loathe reality TV in most incarnations, but I also feel that people have a right to watch they want. After all, I am the crazy lady who collects vintage cookbooks and then posts them on the internet. Granted, I post them so I can mock the horrendous technicolor and questionable recipes. And yet! Even though I mock them, I respect that some people may find the photos appealing and the recipes delicious.
Full circle. Or something. Whee!
Having trouble comprehending how people can like what we don't like is normal. Respecting those differences is civility.
Awesome, awesome, awesome. You are made of the awesome. Anyone who puts their creative or athletic energy into anything other than lighting people on fire at the bus stop deserves some kind of respect just for *doing* something.
Great piece, I wholeheartedly agree.
One tiny note though: I don't think "plebiscite" means what you think it means. You probably meant "plebeian".
Though to be fair the NASCAR lover ain't likely to know the difference either. :)
Argh, you're right. This is what comes from writing and talking. Will fix! Thanks.
*insert Garth & Wayne bowing down here*
That was AWESOME.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Oh Lord yes.
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