I have written about this before but someone was talking about it on the telly the other day and I feel I need to address it again: snobbery surrounding likes and dislikes – where do you find the fucking time for it?
Really, I’d love to know.
There are so many people who get so uppity about people watching reality TV or this documentary or that show and it’s so boring. I get that there are lower pleasures and higher pleasures but surely to God you don’t want to go balls to the wall on politics or the works of Chaucer all the livelong day? Don’t you ever just want to kick back and let your brain dissolve into the television?
Because I am more than happy to admit that I do, particularly after a long day at work.
I don’t think there’s any shame in admitting that if I want to watch shit TV with a ready meal that’s bad for me on a particularly bleak Thursday, then I will, because equally, I enjoy cooking good grub and tucking into serious articles and forming all of the opinions, too. So why, when it comes to the habits of others, are people so goddamn judgmental?
The thing that cracks me up the most about these Judgmental Judys who eye roll when you discuss reality TV in depth, is that they are the same people who love to like shit stuff, too – just the sort of shit stuff (like mouse ear hair and badly cut jeans) that Urban Outfitters have told them it’s okay to like. Which is confusing, because let’s be honest, the 90s weren’t actually fun for anyone except twenty-somethings off their tits on the new drugs on the market. As for the rest of us, we were just sitting around wearing butterfly clips and being blinded by body glitter while watching Saved by the Bell – so why are people my age wearing bubble jackets and quoting Vanilla Ice lyrics like they’re reliving the good times? Again, because it’s something shit that they’ve been told is okay to like. So let me be clear: it’s not, your incessant desire to listen to 90s RnB and dress like a 9-year-old me is just as irritating as someone discussing how many reruns of Geordie Shore they watched over the weekend.
But that’s cool, if that’s your thing, of course.
Basically, I’m just saying stop the eye rolls. Stop judging everyone for indulging in the Kardashians or hours of endless YouTube videos or whatever their shit love is – because we all have (at least) one guilty pleasure. Some of us are just more honest about them and as long as you have other interests that don’t require a monthly rental fee or a day spent on the sofa, then you’re all good.
Reading thirty minutes of Jack Kerouac while still finding the headspace to be concerned with Binky and JP’s recent relationship development is fine.
It’s called balance.
Stop being a grump.