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In article <1992Dec20.230908.22275@netcom.com> gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley) writes:
>Mark., I know that none of you give a flying fuck about this, but I am
>living in a cultural wasteland full of pretentious twits who think that
>they're cultured

they live in boston, they live in ann arbor, and so help me
deity-of-assumed-knowledge, they live in erie, pennsylvania.

pretentious twits.

you can't escape them; not so much because they are ubiquitous (they
are merely nigh-ubiquitous), but because they hold the strategic
positions from which they can annoy you.

the folk who run the radio shows and teevee shows and operate the
galleries and host the tours and edit the books and write the
reviews are able to inflict their pretensions upon you because they
feel compelled to share their opinions (dressed in fact) upon
you.

in the cultural wasteland, they consult opera news or the village
voice or spin to form their opinions (or worse, they don't), and
you are victimized.  in the BigCity, they are the folk who publish
in opera news or the village voice or spin and propagate the edicts
of taste.

if you dare to risk listening to what they like, you are subject
also to their opinions.  only when the value to you of the one
outweighs the annoyance-factor of the other is putting up with
the taste-makers imposing flatulence worthwhile.

AjD
who for years
foolishly resisted 
listening to capt. 
beefheart and the 
velvet underground 
because of the 
attached baggage.
-- 
                       ajd@oit.itd.umich.edu
    "Whatever makes the most money will happen." -- Eleanor Glyn