sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs.

anticipation. build up. excitement.

fall out. sad, sad fall out.

first chapter: the Sims.
second chapter: sports.
third chapter: comparing Pam Anderson to Marilyn Monroe, discussing each's features/effects on societies, includes tid bits (literally) about Anderson/Tommy Lee sex tape.
fourth chapter: porn.



this book is about, nay! this book is this dude's ["chuck klosterman"] thoughts on little details of today's and yesterday's society. this book is about pretentiousness. not saying they're one in the same, god knows i'm so not saying that. i read it, and i think, this is sooo insightful. this guy is totally right. i actually, for real, hear this dude talking in my head, as i read it. he is giving a lecture. to my brain. i'm not saying that he's forceful or mean when he writes. it's just the line after line of text that reminds me of a lecture.

 then ensues this humanizing self-esteem-involving debate.

on one hand: who gives a shit? to put it bluntly. this guy, openly admits his lack of cool, his lack of cred. he talks about uninteresting subjects. he is nobody. why do i care? why did millions of readers care? we live our own lives, think our own thoughts, why do we need want this dude's analysis on the more mundane, "cultural" aspects of it?

so yes, he comes off annoyingly pretentious and self-righteous. but then there's the self-depricating comment at the end of every paragraph. maybe he is ... cute. maybe he is the "Woody Allen Type". maybe, he's totally right. actually, i know he's right. everything he says makes sense.

as i read it though, i can't help but feel put down. if i admit to myself that it is boring, i'm one of the idiots that he would likely make fun of. this author creates an atmosphere. an air of...pretentiousness. so much so that i have to debate in my head whether or not i can admit the above admission or not. will he make fun of me? HE'S NOT ACTUALLY HERE MEGHAN. IT'S A BOOK.
but..

Chapter 5: Lazy Teenage Girls Who Think They Can Hang With the Cultural Anayliticals, but Really, They Are Just Stupid.

i am unfortunately, decidely, whole-heartedly an INSOMNIAC. ZZZZZ?