There's No Accounting for Taste...

We live in a world where every day, everywhere we go we are bombarded with "the hot new thing," immediately being expected to like it, dare I say, love it in some vapid attempt to fit in with a social norm. If you conform, that's fine. I really don't have a problem with you (tool), and if you don't, you probably shouldn't be so fucking pretentious about being "too cool" to fit in. No...that's a lie. The world revolves around the pretentious kids outside the norm making fun of the kids who feel a need to conform. This creates new fashions, each sector constantly trying to outdo the other. What's popular and what is decidedly unpopular, and thus, "hip," revolve around hating each other. The constant back and forth is enough to make anyone's head spin, especially that of our impressionable youth, poor things, who must decide between "cool" and "tool."

Now, dear reader, I am sure you are wondering what this little tirade of mine stems from, and I shall tell you. It is as simple as two names consisiting of two words each: James Blunt, Diego Vasquez. Is that a puzzled frown I see on your face? I believe it is! Let me explain. Tonight, lying on the couch-bed, I get an IM from Diego. Thinking this would be just another nice little message from my beloved roomie, I looked in horror at the contents of the message. "Do you know James Blunt?" After I ranted about hating James Blunt for a solid six or seven messages in return, Diego says...gasp...it is almost too horrible to say..."I kinda like him." Pardon me while I vomit.

Tying this all into the first paragraph of today's blog is quite easy. Diego, god love him, has for some reason given in to the "norm." I mean, James Blunt is hugely (and undeservedly) successful, selling millions of albums and making teenage girls and homosexual ecuadorians swoon with delight over his pasty skin and repetitive lyrics. Who wouldn't believe that his shrieks of "You're beautiful!!!!" over and over again are directed at them...?
But seriously, Diego is known for bad taste...(I write as he stares with a look of hatred in his eyes) but he is forgiven for it, accepted even, based solely on the fact that, as a person, he is more "cool" than "tool," despite his love of what the "cool" kids would consider "toolish" music. Whew, tongue-tied.

In other news, I have finally found that good mood! It took almost two weeks on being perpetually down but I have perked back up. I promise that at some point soon I will actually blog as to the happenings of my life (This will act as a teaser: I spent all weekend naked because everyone was out of the house, travelling somewhere, and I narrowly escaped the TV license people who, after many threatening letters, came to charge us for not paying to use the TV...) as well as a few things of a political nature I feel need to be discussed ("I am the decider...I decide things" Thanks Dubya). Until then, g'night...