Although forced to live as a day person, I am really a night person. Hipsters like Jean Shepherd helped keep people like me sane in the 50's. Not Shepherd himself, who I did not hear about until I read Wanda Hickey's Night of Golden Memories, but his whole stick it up your snoot attitude is what I admired among my contemporaries. This era was hard on me and my friends who felt as I did, because girls were not supposed to be in the know. We always had to be the straight persons in all the comedies. And in a way I wasn't very experienced, but on the other hand the pieties of the day gagged me. I did not want to be nice! I did not know how to be nice anyway. I wanted to be cool and smart but came off mostly as dorky. Parenthood softened me up a lot. Is this good or bad? I do not know.
All this excess bloggery is because Terry is out of town (He's coming back today.) and it is too unpleasant to do anything but stay in my office with my little heater and read, write and surf the 'net. I'm glad to have stumbled upon The Awl. I like high-level critiques of popular culture. There is too much fatuousness around the subject, too much being forced to express positive views about banal offerings, and since most of us Americans consume enormous amounts of this stuff, expending many hours on it, it needs to be examined in this way. What is pop cult doing to us?