Papa Nord

I cannot stand American Idol. Forget how excruciatingly boring it is. Forget how it typifies the subtext of reality TV, which is of course that dumb dumb stupid heads love making fun of other dumb dumb stupid heads. Forget the weekly assault on good pop music at the hands of people who seem to think “singing” is a synonym for “bukkake”. No, what really gets my goat is that the show allows people who approach music in the same way they approach food - shoveling gallons of McDonald’s down their throats at every opportunity, angrily avoiding anything that actually tastes good, because they don’t actually like to eat, they just like stuffing their faces full of sugar and oil - to be treated with greater deference and consideration than people who actually enjoy music

The things that most bother us about others are often characterisitcs of our own personalities that we have hidden from ourselves. The reminder of this unfavorable trait creates annoyance, even hostility. I always try to run this truth through my thought process. Like most things, I don’t always succeed.