11 June 2003
Of coarse, of coarse
You don't need me to tell you to go read Lileks, but this bit is so good it demands to be repeated:
If "not buying something" is "in effect, censoring" then I have spent my entire life silencing the right of Adam Sandler to speak his mind. And would someone please explain to me why "civil liberties" groups are spending their time worrying about the homogenization of popular culture? I'd offer that American society provides so many opportunities for expression that "civil liberties" groups are reduced to complaining that the failure of Wal-Mart greeters to hand out free copies of Phuq U's latest CD is the equivalent of the National Guard arresting Molly Ivins and confiscating her typewriters.
It's that "diversity" thing, y'know; and since we Ward Cleaver types don't rush to embrace it "What if it sucks?" the nation must rise as one to shove it down our collective throats and into Wal-Mart's inventory system. I persist in the weird notion that "Wal-Mart doesn't carry something you want? Fine. Go somewhere else."
My subscription copy of Vanity Fair arrived yesterday, its cover liberally festooned with implausibly hot yet relentlessly underage babes. (Yes, Kevin, including both Olsens.) I gawked at this thing for entirely too much time, then started wondering if maybe the squarer retailers (which around here means most of them) were going to put one of those rectangular shields over the rack to prevent in-store gawking. I have nothing in the world against teenage girls once upon a time I was in love with a teenage girl but I get queasy when they're presented as Hotties On The Verge, and I don't think it's just because I'm fifty and the, um, commodities in question are younger than my children. God knows what Lileks would make of this.