Snooki, the Immaculate Conception, and Me
- I believe it’s written in the book of Revelation that when an over-tanned, drunken dwarf named Snookie rises from the north shore with tetherball-sized silicone ta-tas, gets on TV and parades her pertinacious perversions to American tweens, and said tweens actually take notes during this porn show in order to imitate this wanton wench the following weekend, then my brethren, the end has officially come and the moon will be turned into blood.
I normally don't link to such so-con o tempora, o mores laments, but since my knowledge of Snooki was deemed important in a job interview with an American university, located appropriately enough in Rod Serling's hometown, I feel the licence to comment. I could only anser in the affirmative thanks to Gerald ""America has become Snooki stupid" Celente. I had placed the job search intention under the Immaculate Conception, and Nicole Polizzi was the welcome negative answer I got.
What gets me about this entity is that she is neither attractive nor talented in any way. Sure, after several beers at a party she might look halfway okay, but how is it that American university students are going crazy about her, as my interviewer informed me? My own school's biggest moment was the 1988 American debut of Sinéad Marie Bernadette O'Connor. The Irish lass, though bald, was not only far more attractive than the New Jersey trollop, she also had talent as a singer and songwriter, althought not in her later incarnation as a theologian and "Catholic" priestess.
I confess to not getting it. How is it that Americans are now enthralled by "celebrities" who are in no way different from and certainly in no way better and in many ways worse than themselves? It seems we no longer want people to look up to but rather to look down upon.