Not caring that we don't care is the first step against eliminating crap. Or Something.
This is something of a mash of the response posted to a friend and fellow blogger's article on liking a movie most people hated. He is a wonderous critic, which means his insights are so good they wind up being intellectually crippling to the reader but his jokes are terrible. The link should show, but in the interest of sloth and blog spread, his site is
http://sickpeople.typepad.com
It is of course a false point, as too often, in protecting one's admiration of crap or maybe a new wave medium, (like Hip Hop) fans simply change the critera for which merits to prove in a simple wording of enjoying a film not for merits, but for what it is, and the ease that comes with watching a text as such. Instead of measuring the media on it's artistic values, they criticize the criteria of the others. Obstensively it's a callous and cowardly move that shfits the point of the finger instead of standing one's ground, asking not to hate the player but hate the game.
So what if Fabolous is simply rapping over an aritsts remix or Gwen Stefani is covering a Broadway tune and calling it her own. I mean, to anyone who knows anything about music wants to throttle the music assailant for their views. But are they incorrect? Not really except unless we judge them by a system of our own, and what others think. (Really the line between Religion and Literary theory is herion chic)
Beneath all of the subsuming the actual idea of whether or not our criteria is flawed, there is a simple marvelous sentiment that maybe there is a merit to simply make a choice on ones own instead of one's own politics.
It would not be hard for a memeber of either side of the politcal rainbow (I'm sorry spectrum is too cliched today, and it's about time for some color in politics {I'm sorry I'll stop the pseudo-inherent racism}) to cut and paste most of your arguments heart and rejigger it to backwater politics or reform it to anti-progressionist tactics.
Maybe there is a need for us to watch reality shows that is becoming iv'd into our lives by constant pressure. While the post does not suggest that we should not canonize those who do not make art for art's sake, it does however infer that maybe, we shouldn't hate oursleves for not taking the same approach in our viewing habits.
The problem is not the mode of discourse, for there is certainly no accounting for taste. However, perhaps the problem of protecting the problematic (sorry) is the mode of distribution. What we should really fault when disapproving of someones taste is not the simple choice of Kelly Clarkson our girlfriends have, but that we are being fed this so often and rampantly it is not the mode of critique that is to fault anymore, but the limited deliverance for discourse because of conglomerate might.
Democracy of the last decade or so has taught that might does not equal right but it does tend to signal ignorance on some level. While I am letting the auhor of the article that inspired this offshoot have a pass (and I certainly disagree, I hated Rules and all of it's ok in college sentiment) I am going to do something bold.
I am going to criticize both the system and those who live by it.
I am going to rue you for not biting the hand that feeds you tepid soda and rank meat.
I am
HATING THE PLAYER AND THE GAME!
No one should be chastised for liking Desperate Housewives more than Arrested Development or The Simpsons. (they are on the same night, and I need something of a control group) I mean, I can understand not watching two hours of consequtive TV on someone else's watch. I liked DeadWood when it came out, but there is no way I am going to watch another hour after the Sopranos, esp. when there are no bathroom breaks. I watched the first three episodes but gave up on talking about it on Mondays because I didn't want to watch it. I wound up watching most of the episodes and not really liking the rest (I mean, do I care about cowboys and the word cocksucker that much, I'd rather watch Once Upon a time in the west).
But really, I find it both ignorant and unforgivable to not watch Arrested Development (or any good show on TV because of time restraints (or bad shows, whatever, but thats another point)) (I'm sorry that's just because of a quote from Simpsons "Three Days of the Condo" where Homer moves out because of an old memory of Homer getting drunk:
Homer is on a gurney in the back of a red and white.
Medic: you have injested a dangerous amount of alcohol!
Homer: the only dangerous amount of alcohol is NONE! *escapes from the hold of the meds* Lets go to IHOP! *hops in drivers seat* I'll drive *pulled out forcibly* All Right, burger King, whatever!
Anyway. I know you people *read women and gay men* LOVE your desperate housewives and it's 6th grade sexual puns in R rated territory. (sorry to pass judgement, but the narrator is a dead woman with holier than thou properties giving out easy life sentiment).
It's not your fault for not watching Arrested Development episodes when they air.
It is a shame, and your liabity, however when you say you never got the chance to see it since you watch your show when the first season is on DVD and (AND!) we live in an age of not only tivo, but an internet which can let us d/l Jefferson episodes from 1979 and last week's Lost in under a work shift. I mean this is not the greatest age for art creation, but there has been no greater period in history for the consumer. You can get Rembrant and Sex Pistols without effort.
Entire works of Beethoven are at your fingertips if you have a computer. You don't have an excuse to not know great art unless you don't take in any media at all.
But there is a fantastic dicotomy at work here. As sprawling as the potential of the internet is, it is essentially a figment of thought. One can never tell the full reach of the internet and what it could be. Jesus and Allah could have a blogspot and humanity would never know. It's so fucking vast that the answers are probably out there but who could actually tell.
But one can acutally tell how much power the major corps have over every distribution stream from TV, Radio and parts of the Internet. With the RIAA eliminating the potential for music access at the rate of .5% a year, we may never really know if they are effective since for every one down, three pop up of lesser individual but equal collective power. But when you look at Yahoo, it's already being bought out. But I start with the battle of the internet control because the other two are wars so over they are history. Not only did the man win, he's brainwashed most of us to thinking he didn't.
I mean with movies, do did anyone ASK for Miss Congeniality 2?
Or really what part of music screamed for something so blandly threatning as Simple Plan.
Not to evoke a sentiment of big brother running the world, but everytime you buy a pop song, you are paying the way for the next shitty knock off. Buy buying American Idol, you are also paying for William Hung. Buying blink-182 leads to Simple Plan wich leads to Avril which leads to Ashlee Simpson, (who I think has a one and a million voice, but not for the life of me could I ever call her punk or a gifted songwriter).
When we bought Pearl Jam, we help to spawn soundalikes like Creed. It wasn't Jesus, God, or even the Holy Ghost who made Creed famous. It was us. (and no that doesn't mean god is in everyone of us).
Do you think we would have to debate Ashlee if we didn't have Jessica. Do you think we would have to suffer Jessica if we didn't watch her show. Do you think we would have watched her show if not for Access Hollywood or E! True Hollywood Story. Do you think she would have ever made it at all if not for Christina Aguilera, who only was riding the tails of our cultural icon of a cock teasing siren in Britney Spears. (to finish the not so subtle allusion, we hit the rocks long ago)
If there really is a vengeful God, his presence on our life may never be as sublty and sardonically prevalent as it is now. I mean, we are paying for our choices made out of lust and simplicity for some reason or another, why not put in on a holy force? Why is there bad art ruling the world now?
Because we let it.
Yet still there is great art being made. We can pretty much sidestep paintings in this argument, sculpture, and photography work because we don't love them until they are dead (bad as it is, the system is working). But with music and movies (whose vitality is so vital becuase of its immediacy and intamacy to the young listener) this is out fault for loving the familiar and eschewing the great. Sideways and Arcade Fire's Funeral proved that we can still create brillance that is both new and genius immediate. But we still keep going for the easy in our viewing procedure.
All I can say is that Rock and Roll and the Raging Bulls and Easy Rider's took down communism fears and communism itself and allowed us to have a sexual revolution.
We can get through hip hop repetitism and Rock and Roll stagnatism as well as corporate Hollywood.
The art is there, just go out of your way to get it.
Don't succumb and don't give up.
Otherwise, you deserve to be the lambastee.
Yeah, it's your fault, and while you don't have to agree with what I or anyone likes, you can know why.
Fall in line or get out there. You are human. You are born with choice.
Link
http://sickpeople.typepad.com
It is of course a false point, as too often, in protecting one's admiration of crap or maybe a new wave medium, (like Hip Hop) fans simply change the critera for which merits to prove in a simple wording of enjoying a film not for merits, but for what it is, and the ease that comes with watching a text as such. Instead of measuring the media on it's artistic values, they criticize the criteria of the others. Obstensively it's a callous and cowardly move that shfits the point of the finger instead of standing one's ground, asking not to hate the player but hate the game.
So what if Fabolous is simply rapping over an aritsts remix or Gwen Stefani is covering a Broadway tune and calling it her own. I mean, to anyone who knows anything about music wants to throttle the music assailant for their views. But are they incorrect? Not really except unless we judge them by a system of our own, and what others think. (Really the line between Religion and Literary theory is herion chic)
Beneath all of the subsuming the actual idea of whether or not our criteria is flawed, there is a simple marvelous sentiment that maybe there is a merit to simply make a choice on ones own instead of one's own politics.
It would not be hard for a memeber of either side of the politcal rainbow (I'm sorry spectrum is too cliched today, and it's about time for some color in politics {I'm sorry I'll stop the pseudo-inherent racism}) to cut and paste most of your arguments heart and rejigger it to backwater politics or reform it to anti-progressionist tactics.
Maybe there is a need for us to watch reality shows that is becoming iv'd into our lives by constant pressure. While the post does not suggest that we should not canonize those who do not make art for art's sake, it does however infer that maybe, we shouldn't hate oursleves for not taking the same approach in our viewing habits.
The problem is not the mode of discourse, for there is certainly no accounting for taste. However, perhaps the problem of protecting the problematic (sorry) is the mode of distribution. What we should really fault when disapproving of someones taste is not the simple choice of Kelly Clarkson our girlfriends have, but that we are being fed this so often and rampantly it is not the mode of critique that is to fault anymore, but the limited deliverance for discourse because of conglomerate might.
Democracy of the last decade or so has taught that might does not equal right but it does tend to signal ignorance on some level. While I am letting the auhor of the article that inspired this offshoot have a pass (and I certainly disagree, I hated Rules and all of it's ok in college sentiment) I am going to do something bold.
I am going to criticize both the system and those who live by it.
I am going to rue you for not biting the hand that feeds you tepid soda and rank meat.
I am
HATING THE PLAYER AND THE GAME!
No one should be chastised for liking Desperate Housewives more than Arrested Development or The Simpsons. (they are on the same night, and I need something of a control group) I mean, I can understand not watching two hours of consequtive TV on someone else's watch. I liked DeadWood when it came out, but there is no way I am going to watch another hour after the Sopranos, esp. when there are no bathroom breaks. I watched the first three episodes but gave up on talking about it on Mondays because I didn't want to watch it. I wound up watching most of the episodes and not really liking the rest (I mean, do I care about cowboys and the word cocksucker that much, I'd rather watch Once Upon a time in the west).
But really, I find it both ignorant and unforgivable to not watch Arrested Development (or any good show on TV because of time restraints (or bad shows, whatever, but thats another point)) (I'm sorry that's just because of a quote from Simpsons "Three Days of the Condo" where Homer moves out because of an old memory of Homer getting drunk:
Homer is on a gurney in the back of a red and white.
Medic: you have injested a dangerous amount of alcohol!
Homer: the only dangerous amount of alcohol is NONE! *escapes from the hold of the meds* Lets go to IHOP! *hops in drivers seat* I'll drive *pulled out forcibly* All Right, burger King, whatever!
Anyway. I know you people *read women and gay men* LOVE your desperate housewives and it's 6th grade sexual puns in R rated territory. (sorry to pass judgement, but the narrator is a dead woman with holier than thou properties giving out easy life sentiment).
It's not your fault for not watching Arrested Development episodes when they air.
It is a shame, and your liabity, however when you say you never got the chance to see it since you watch your show when the first season is on DVD and (AND!) we live in an age of not only tivo, but an internet which can let us d/l Jefferson episodes from 1979 and last week's Lost in under a work shift. I mean this is not the greatest age for art creation, but there has been no greater period in history for the consumer. You can get Rembrant and Sex Pistols without effort.
Entire works of Beethoven are at your fingertips if you have a computer. You don't have an excuse to not know great art unless you don't take in any media at all.
But there is a fantastic dicotomy at work here. As sprawling as the potential of the internet is, it is essentially a figment of thought. One can never tell the full reach of the internet and what it could be. Jesus and Allah could have a blogspot and humanity would never know. It's so fucking vast that the answers are probably out there but who could actually tell.
But one can acutally tell how much power the major corps have over every distribution stream from TV, Radio and parts of the Internet. With the RIAA eliminating the potential for music access at the rate of .5% a year, we may never really know if they are effective since for every one down, three pop up of lesser individual but equal collective power. But when you look at Yahoo, it's already being bought out. But I start with the battle of the internet control because the other two are wars so over they are history. Not only did the man win, he's brainwashed most of us to thinking he didn't.
I mean with movies, do did anyone ASK for Miss Congeniality 2?
Or really what part of music screamed for something so blandly threatning as Simple Plan.
Not to evoke a sentiment of big brother running the world, but everytime you buy a pop song, you are paying the way for the next shitty knock off. Buy buying American Idol, you are also paying for William Hung. Buying blink-182 leads to Simple Plan wich leads to Avril which leads to Ashlee Simpson, (who I think has a one and a million voice, but not for the life of me could I ever call her punk or a gifted songwriter).
When we bought Pearl Jam, we help to spawn soundalikes like Creed. It wasn't Jesus, God, or even the Holy Ghost who made Creed famous. It was us. (and no that doesn't mean god is in everyone of us).
Do you think we would have to debate Ashlee if we didn't have Jessica. Do you think we would have to suffer Jessica if we didn't watch her show. Do you think we would have watched her show if not for Access Hollywood or E! True Hollywood Story. Do you think she would have ever made it at all if not for Christina Aguilera, who only was riding the tails of our cultural icon of a cock teasing siren in Britney Spears. (to finish the not so subtle allusion, we hit the rocks long ago)
If there really is a vengeful God, his presence on our life may never be as sublty and sardonically prevalent as it is now. I mean, we are paying for our choices made out of lust and simplicity for some reason or another, why not put in on a holy force? Why is there bad art ruling the world now?
Because we let it.
Yet still there is great art being made. We can pretty much sidestep paintings in this argument, sculpture, and photography work because we don't love them until they are dead (bad as it is, the system is working). But with music and movies (whose vitality is so vital becuase of its immediacy and intamacy to the young listener) this is out fault for loving the familiar and eschewing the great. Sideways and Arcade Fire's Funeral proved that we can still create brillance that is both new and genius immediate. But we still keep going for the easy in our viewing procedure.
All I can say is that Rock and Roll and the Raging Bulls and Easy Rider's took down communism fears and communism itself and allowed us to have a sexual revolution.
We can get through hip hop repetitism and Rock and Roll stagnatism as well as corporate Hollywood.
The art is there, just go out of your way to get it.
Don't succumb and don't give up.
Otherwise, you deserve to be the lambastee.
Yeah, it's your fault, and while you don't have to agree with what I or anyone likes, you can know why.
Fall in line or get out there. You are human. You are born with choice.
Link
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