This week, the Heave staff was asked:
What’s a pop culture item that a lot of people love and you just can’t/don’t?
Glee. I don’t see the appeal in a sitcom that breaks out into pulp-pop hits that I already don’t see the appeal of listening to. Oh, and Facebook. I’d rather not voluntarily list myself as a customized, never-ending Interweb commodity and have to keep track of everyone else’s. There are far more enjoyable and far more important things to be doing at any given hour than uploading to/editing/scrolling through/stalking on/trolling/catching up on/maintaining Facebook.
I feel this way about Fight Club, The Catcher in the Rye and the last two Joanna Newsom albums. And I mean, I really hate Fight Club, book and movie alike. To be fair, I basically roll my eyes at Chuck Palahniuk’s writing in general.
Nothing compares to the fervor that recent Emmy winner Homeland has managed to stir up. Since the timing is right, I’ll go ahead and admit that while I like the show, I don’t think it’s a masterpiece like everyone else seems to. I look forward to seeing where it goes in season 2, but I still can’t help but feel that all the other shows it was up against last night were more deserving.
I never really cared for E.T. I actually thought it sucked.
Fifty Shades of Grey. Done.
I’ve honestly never seen the appeal of Arcade Fire. I appreciate their compositions, and their song from the Where The Wild Things Are trailer is super catchy. At the end of the day, though, I feel like a lot of other musicians are doing what Arcade Fire does, but way way way better.
The Kardashians. I really don’t get it.
The White Stripes. I just don’t really like them, and everyone else does, and I’ve received a surprisingly large amount of flak for this. Someone once told me that I’m “listening to music wrong” if I don’t like the White Stripes.
Titanic. I have never understood it. I mean, sure, there’s the whole “we all know the boat is going to sink” thing, but even more than that, I never understood why I was supposed to care more about Jack and Rose dying than anyone else. What makes them so special?
M83’s “Midnight City” makes my eardrums hurt. Also, I think that sneaker wedges are the dumbest thing to happen to high-tops since Adidas tried those shackle shoes.
I’ll second Michael on this one; I’m currently working through Fifty Shades of Grey for a grad school project, and it’s excruciating. Setting aside its horrifying sexual politics for a moment, it’s also atrociously written and has one of the deafest ears for capturing how human beings talk to one another in real life that I’ve ever seen.
Also, I’m not a huge Martin Scorsese fan, and my favorite movies of his are the least like any of the others, like Hugo and After Hours.