I never used to be able to watch television. Sure, when I was a

kid maybe I could, I was as addicted to Saturday Morning Cartoons as everyone, Dukes of Hazard, Knight Rider. I never bought into Beverly Hills 90210 though. Maybe if they shot it in the Berkeley Hills, but there's an unrealism about televised PC Gen (re)X LA that I just can't stomach which 90210 epitomized. Maybe if I went to one of those all white private college-prep schools that cost ten grand a year I would think that 90210 was entertaining, a tad realistic, maybe I could have watched it, but I let the phase pass me by, let other people gather in front of the television and left myself out of that loop, no loss, no regrets.

Television is so the strange concept to me. I mean, I have a hard

time enjoying things because I know I'm supposed to enjoy them. Pop culture. Baggy style. I've liked baggy style since the tight jeans phase. Couldn't quite get used to the idea that people could see my underwear line on my pants, I went opposite and then the styles followed me when I wasn't paying attention. And no, I didn't start a trend, I rejected one, and when you do that there are only a few places you can possibly go.

So the baggy styles are in and the parents are disapproving even

while they enjoy relaxed ``informal'' standards at their management meetings in their skyscrapers and workplaces. Here's something I disapprove of though, if yer gunna show off yer draws to the world when your baggy pants sag, at least show off something better than jockey shorts. I mean, when I sag, I at least make sure I'm wearing a nice pair of silk boxers or a neat paisley pattern. Those white elastic bands just don't do it for me. Ug-lay. And how come when girls sag they hike up the belts and drop the shirts so you can't see any lace, what's up with that?

*AHEM!* Scuze, slipped into fashion mode for a second.

I'm sorry, I'm just reveling in the repeated realization that

pop culture isn't worth my money. See, pop culture, music, movies, television shows, they're made so you enjoy them. You should spite these products by not enjoying them because you know you're supposed to enjoy them. Be anti-commercialism to your own detriment, be determined to not like what you already do. I know, I'm not very good at it either, but here we are, fighting the unspoken rebellion against capitalism because it ruins freedom (exploits the have-nots) for the majority while providing a permanent few rich bastards the wealth of the ages. But there is actually an important question here:

I have to say yes, but I'm already paranoid. You should be,
	because I'm watching you.

Do we consciously determine not to like something because we know
	we're supposed to like it? Now, I don't want you guys to doublethink yourselves into the Ministry of Love-oblivion stuff like this leads to, though I'm already there and some company would be nice, it is not a pretty fate.