Green Tea, I Want Some
As it turns out, good taste apparently doesn’t matter any more. Not that this is anything new to 2007, but let it be said that we only like what we’re tricked into liking with little to no regard for what constitutes as talent or creativity. And that, my friend, is a goddamn shame.
I am very, very tired of this whole thing and I am quite over it all. Pop culture? Who the hell cares anymore? Since appearing on a nationally syndicated television show (yup, that was me on “I’m From Rolling Stone”) I have had nothing but time and a first hand experience to think and complain about is how goddamn awful “pop culture” is, how derivative its product is, and how I don’t want anything to do with it. But the thing is that thinking this way, talking this way, writing this way, it hasn’t really done anything. And truthfully, I have been naïve and self-absorbed to think it would. I can scream at the top of my lungs from the Empire State Building, “Anarchy on E!” and it’s not going make a difference because we have either been too inundated with this high-cholesterol dish of big-time entertainment, or we’ve collectively bought into the mentality that this is not something important enough to take a stand against. No, good taste is not important.
So what’s the big problem with pop culture? (Because most certainly that is why I was invited to express my views in this exquisite literary journal.) The problem is that there is no humanity or creativity left in it, and things aren’t getting any better. There are too many people running things that have no interest in culture, and there are too many people dying to be a part of it for all the wrong reasons. Undoubtedly, there are far too many people buying into it. So therefore, we are the cause; every bit of our feeble addiction to the notion of fame is to blame. We are so insecure that we want nothing more than to go out with a monumental explosion in the sky, scared that all we’ll get nothing more than a short-lived poof.
Human nature is an impossible thing to beat, but our cultural values are so out of whack that something must be done to counter the spin that is so regularly (and forcefully) shoved down our throats. Hence, complete ruin is all we can hope for. Then maybe we can build it up from there.
So go on you crazy kids, righteous rebels and rambunctious rabble-rousers, keep on with that pirate material—popular music, television, and film, flip it the bird. All we can really do to fight corporate entertainment is by not subscribing to its hype, or at the very least rip of its product. Someday our current understanding of pop culture will crumble, but rather than idly waiting or raging against the machine, well, please just try to gain a sense of taste. Rest assured, with a bit of patience change is bound to come around. -Colin Stutz
Colin Stutz is the editorial assistant at Filter magazine, a member of the Los Angeles-based art collective The Bookmobile, and would be quite surprised if you made it through that extremely convoluted mess of an essay. He is not all that fond of expository writing.