Sometimes when I look in the toilet and am able to spot exactly where the pop culture is at that point during it's circling of the drain, I wonder how much quicker it can go down. Since there's no question that it is going down, you have to concern yourself with the speed and force. And this is a turd with a rocket on it's back.
It's just, I only end up hating America a little bit more when the big song of the summer was only big because it pretended to be homoerotic, thus upsetting the many people out there who still consider homosexuality a hot-button issue, as opposed to, say, the resurgence of malaria, or false flag operations. The song was "I Kissed a Girl" and it was all the rage only because of the risque-ness. Is that where we are at? Forget substance, does it look offensive? That's like buying an SUV just because it's vomit-green.
Transgression is not progression. That's something many people in the entertainment industry would do good to learn. Because sooner or later, something's going to happen that causes every single American to question why they haven't done everything in their power to be as smart as they can possibly be, rather than sitting on their couches and waiting for something to come along and "push the boundary". Who knows, maybe it'll come about when sociologists actually have the balls to say people's failings ARE DUE TO THEIR PARENTS POOR JOB AS PARENTS. (Of course, that won't happen as long as legitimate Freudian problems are still referred to as "daddy issues" or some other punch-line). You see, when parents actually consider having kids when they'd be better-suited for it instead whenever they have an accident, and then refuse to let the television set do their job for them, maybe children will learn about leading substance-filled lives, and appreciating substance-filled things, rather than being like totally into this song cause like she's talking about this lesbo moment she had, OMG!
As usual, all of society's problem's can be traced to The Beatles, or Elvis (at least The Rolling Stones did a good job with their spin on black music). I don't know. The sooner Katy Perry is killed in a plane crash and mourned for a day on E!, the happier I'll be. Yes, my happiness is dependant on the death of someone.
More insanity to come...
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