Pop Culture is a moving target. An ephemeral will o' the wisp nobody can quite capture. What's totally hot one minute is so last-century the next. Why would anybody attempt to pin it down and dissect it?
Who cares? Maybe I'm tired of checking out the Yahoo! Buzz Index and having no idea who or what they're talking about. Maybe I'm trying to recapture my misspent youth. Maybe I just want to become the Simon Cowell of the Blogosphere.
This week, American Idol shocked NBC, who's tape-delayed coverage of the winter olympics couldn't compete. Randy Jackson surged in popularity, as did Idol hopefuls Ace Young, Katharine McPhee, Becky O'Donohue, and Taylor Hicks.
Of course, tomorrow's another day. Clay Aiken, Kelly Clarkson, Carrie Underwood, Bo Bice, and Ruben Studdard barely raised a ripple in the puddle of the collective consciousness, nor did middle-aged Laker Girl and one-time pop sensation Paula Abdul.
Perhaps their Grammys and lucrative contracts will console them.
1 comment:
Nice to see George Clooney's movie get the recognition it deserved.
We are all insane animals living on an unfinished planet wondering why we are here at all.
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