There was a time when pop celebrities' deaths were not perceived as terrible losses to humanity. I confess that I'm not a person who is primarily interested in movies, jazz, rock, rap, etc. and other pop culture that these people sell. Most of these products are of their moment and do not last. The few things I like are in that category, as well. That's Dylan, the Rolling Stones, all that stuff which I find totally boring now but which once meant something to me. I kind of liked and still like some 80's videos, esp. the British ones, punk, etc. in small doses. Sometimes novelty stuff and hooks get my attention but I rapidly forget about them. I looked at some of Beyonce and Rianna's expensive overproduced videos and found them unoriginal and in Beyonce's case pretentious and artsy. All that money for what?
This puts me out of synch with most of my fellow Americans, but I guess at my age that's to be expected.
I knew I was total back number when I went into a Borders a few years ago and asked a clerk where the classical CDs were. He directed me to the category known as "classic rock."
So what am I after here?
I'm wandering down memory lane to that time when Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fischer were America's sweethearts. My math teacher, when he wasn't teaching math, would go on rants about how awful and gooey they were. We see how that turned out! Now the popsters are selling us "transgression," fancy clothes and hairdos and shaking your booty. Why are we paying attention to these people at all? Don't we have any sense of quality? When the word "great" attaches itself to a man like Trump, I really have to wonder.
Vanity Fair has a slide show of windows decorated for the holiday season. I thought they were pretty bad, very cluttered, poorly composed, often creepy and with few exceptions aimed at adult consumers, not children. Shiny-eyed tots, full of wonder as they gaze at these productions? I think not!
We are absolutely drowning in low quality stuff, and people are dying in the streets. Honest to god.