One of the periodic customers in the dollar store is this beautiful bespectacled woman who tends to like the same items I keep buying and she told me she studied culturology, of all things, but has given up on the subject of recent, having a serious case of the Real-Life-tetis. I believe she owes the world a book. Culture is such a dumb-witted, enthusiastic teenager ... In my lifetime alone it's gone from nationalistic ideology, praising the magnificence of a post-war dictator, to 'everything foreign in amazing' to 'everything domestic is better', to nineties whatever the fuck that was, to this bizarre nihilistic kayfabe we now have, and this oddly awesome need to find something to hate and blame, despite finally after, ever, really, everyone in the civilised society having almost no reason to worry, fear, starve, fight, serve or be ill, we simply need and need and need again to generate reasons to do just that. And you can only be a world-famous singer if there is a lot of fuckable dancing involved.