Jersey Shore Can Bite Me

Today JV, the Domer, and I went to lunch.  On the walk, JV mentioned Jersey Shore and I responded that I didn’t know what he was talking about.  He professed astonishment.

I admit, my response wasn’t entirely true.  I first became aware of the program when the President was criticized for claiming he did not know who “Snooki” is.  Russell watched the show when he was here before returning to college, and as a result I saw a few snippets.  The parts I saw consisted of shirtless guys who look like they work out constantly and absurdly overtanned, scantily clad women walking around, whispering about their problems, talking earnestly to the camera about supposedly important relationship issues, and similar activities.  The parts I saw, at least, looked hilariously insipid.  I really don’t give a crap about body-proud twenty-somethings strutting in front of the camera, getting drunk, making out, and wrestling with their obscure and uninteresting personal issues, and it is hard for me to believe that anyone else does, either.

I was amazed to read recently that this pathetic excuse for entertainment has been one of the most popular TV shows of the summer.  Obviously, I don’t appreciate modern popular culture.  Does this make me uncool?  Sure, but then, I’m 53 years old.  To the extent I ever could be cool, those days are long since behind me.  In my dotage I’ll just settle for being entertained — which means I won’t be watching Jersey Shore.

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