In a recent post, I lamented the fact that popular culture has generaly sucked of late and that my children are, essentially, growing up in a vacuous abyss of mindless, useless, thoughtless “entertainment.”
I admit today, publicly, on the internet, that it’s, like, not all bad or all that new. In fact, I will admit here, for the first time, that I have, um, actually enjoyed the abyss. A little.
Since my youth in the 80’s and 90’s, I have been interested in movies, music, books, and television. Perhaps I have been too interested, really. Nevertheless, I admit here today that there may be in inherent cultural standard for television-watching, or that there just may at least be some kind of a benefit to brain-rotting entertainment media altogether.
If I hadn’t had baseline familiarity with The Smurfs, Blossom, Saved By The Bell, and Saturday Night Live (when it was good), there would have been a whole slew of conversations in which I couldn’t participate. The 14-year old version of water-cooler-conversations included chats about The Real World (the ORIGINAL in New York — how cute was Eric?) while we sat on the bleachers trying to do as little as possible in gym class. It was hard enough just growing up. Period. But, to add in additional awkwardness and ignorance of youth culture and contemporary society was probably no better for my upbringing than watching too much Spongebob Squrepants would have been. So, being the pop culture junkie that I am, have been, and always will be, I will now admit to a list of 10 awesomely awful things I admit I LOVE, even though throughout my lifetime of the late 1970’s to today, I have likely watched, seen, heard or read far more stimulating, interesting, valuable and relevant examples of American media.
1. Clue – This is just about my favorite movie ever. I can’t even pretend to be able to give you good reasons why it ought to be or why you should remotely agree with me. It’s campy, pointless and was likely produced for $23. AND I LOVE IT.
2. America’s Next Top Model – This one hurts a little. And, I would be lying if I said that admitting to enjoying this show wasn’t made easier by the fact that I am totally anonyous on this blog.
3. LMFAO – IAM sexy and I DO know it, y’all. This makes me dance in my car. I hope they keep coming out with ridiculous music so I can blast this and sing loudly when I drop my kids off at school one day.
Ahhh..a sea of khakis, hair product and teen angst...
4. Dawson’s Creek – I didn’t get into this until after it had really picked up momentum, and I was a little older than their target demographic, but whatever. Dawson. Pacey. Joey. Awesomeness.
5. James Bond (even with Daniel Craig) – I am desperately in love with James Bond. The character. No matter who plays him (except maybe Roger Moore. And Timothy Dalton). And, he loves me, too. I am sure of it. Why wouldn’t he? I am very lovable.
6. Debbie Gibson – I am not so much of a fan today as I was at the height of both her fame and my adolescent awkwardness, but I was the ULTIMATE Debbie Gibson fan. My first slow dance was to “Foolish Beat.” The boyfriend with whom I shared that dance also loved the song. And now he’s gay. True story. Not saying one thing leads to another. Just sayin’.
7. Jimmy Fallon – He laughes at his own jokes, breaks character, and is getting a little old for his man-child persona. But he makes me laugh so hard I sometimes pee a little. To be fair, though, after having two kids this is not hard to do.
8. Entourage – No, people, it never sucked, never ran out of steam and never lost its edge. And, I DO hope there’s a movie. And, it WILL be better than the “Sex and the City” movies. (How could it NOT be? How could ANYTHING not be?)
9. Real World/Road Rules Challenges – I DVR this and have the priority for it set on “high.” I can’t get enough. I am likely the only person who watches it religiously who knows what “Road Rules” even was, but that’s okay. I have come to a place where I am at peace with my love of Johnny Bananas and Mr. Beautiful. I really don’t need counseling for it at all. No, really.
Tommy want wingie. Off Duty Mom want more Tommy.
10. Tommy Boy – yes, really.
There you go. Therapy complete. I feel better now, thanks.
You know, anyone can admit to liking John Hughes movies, Justin Timberlake, and Modern Family (which I do). But only someone who is ready for real honesty will put it on the internet that she once owned a pink, knit Debbie Gibson hat. Yup.