Quixote Wednesday Update: Up For Suggestions/Last Word On MJ…
July 9, 2009
Okay. I’m not sure what to do with these Wednesday updates during the weeks when I don’t have anything to bitch about and when I’m not railing against a specific target. The entire point of doing these Quixote Wednesdays (in the spirit of the namesake) was to rail against a lost cause, or to fight a battle that most people in their right mind wouldn’t fight. So where do we go from here?
I’d rather not plug or promote, because I do enough of that during the Monday Updates. And I’d rather not piss and moan about something unless it’s really getting my goat, and I’m not always hopping mad about anything in particular every single week (after the Gamestop situation, that is). So I’ll put this particular weekly installment in your hands, dear readers: would you rather a) see this feature disappear to be replaced by posts that aren’t so regular throughout the week, b) see a Quixote Wednesday Update when the mood strikes or c) hear me complain about something insignificant that happens to be bothering me every single week?
Feedback is KEY here. If I hear nothing by the end of this week, I’ll assume that no one is reading and that you really have no opinion whatsoever in this matter and I’ll just proceed to do whatever the hell I want. I can tell by the stats that there are those of you who check in every Wednesday, so I would APPRECIATE some feedback here. Feel free to email said feedback to:
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In the mean time, I’ll give you a parting crusade:
The Michael Jackson funeral bandwagon is really starting to aggravate me this week. For the last twenty or so years, most people couldn’t have cared less about his music, his career, or his personal character. He was branded a freak or a medical curiosity by the media and he was more of a curiosity in the tabloids than anything else. Now that he’s dead, every other person has branded him something close to a musical visionary, and his personal habits, proclivities and inclinations have been set aside. I continue to be disgusted by the magnetic appeal of celebrity deaths.
Where were all of you hangers on for the last four or five albums? How many of you own a Michael Jackson CD, and did you buy one before he died or afterwards? Can you name an album he’s released aside from Thriller? Let’s go in order, shall we? Off The Wall, Thriller, Bad, Dangerous, History, Blood On The Dance Floor, and Invincible. How many do you own? Right.
Don’t just jump into the cult of popular consensus because the man died. I’m a fan of Michael’s music (and wrote about it FOUR years ago in If They Can’t Take A Joke), but I’ve read enough biographies about him that I’m almost positive he was a pedophile.
The majority of you are poseurs, and you make me sick. This sort of sheep-thinking leads me to believe that the nation would weep over Vlad The Impaler if he passed away suddenly under media fanfare in our day and age. Don’t hop onto something that you know nothing about and don’t latch onto a cause or the passing of a famous person of interest if you had no clue about them in the first place.
ENOUGH with the MJ nonsense. Really. Fuck off with it. Join a Jonas Brothers fan club or buy some Bills season tickets if you feel that you need to belong to some cause that everyone else is into. The stir that his death has caused (and the nation of people who have flip-flopped now that he’s dead) astound me and should embarrass them.
The sort of people who get suddenly wrapped up in cultural phenomena for the sake of it truly make me sick. You are cattle, plain and simple. Pick your own interests, stick with them and don’t believe or follow what your televisions tell you is important.
Okay, so this turned out to be a pretty good Quixote Wednesday. Final thoughts? Fuck off, MJ-come-lately’s.
Again, email with your thoughts on the Wednesday situation: bigwordsmailbag@yahoo.com
Talk to you soon,
Tom Waters
