We don’t have television in our home, but it’s always waiting for me at any doctor’s office. This morning it was the eye doctor.
His TV is always turned to morning talk shows featuring as guests fifth-rank celebrities I never heard of. “And now let’s give a great big welcome to Bajja Bajuvnik from Facebook!” And the audience goes wild. The co-hosts are always some undersized white woman who talks faster than I can hear, and a hulking big athlete with earrings. And of course there’s always a Musical Guest to perform real loud music that I really hate.
Most of the commercials seem to be for antidepressant drugs that could kill you if you don’t watch out, according to the long disclaimer.
You might not need those drugs if you didn’t watch these shows.
In an effort to tune out the TV, I picked up a magazine–New York, the magazine for libs ‘n’ progs who want people to think they’re cool.
A couple of ads jumped out and caught my eye. One was for “Must-Have” sunglasses. Must have? Is there someone out there who needs to get a life?
Another asked, “Are you gorgeous, handsome, young, super-successful and rich… and you don’t have a head-turning woman in your life? If you are, we need to talk.” This was for some “model-quality introductions” service, illustrated with head shots of women who were supposed to be beautiful but actually looked kind of creepy. Maybe they were cyborgs.
Ah, our wonderful popular culture!