No, I like gridiron, and most other sport. I just live in Seattle, was convinced they’d lose and watching sides I support lose puts me in a foul mood, so I avoid watching a lot of live sport. English cricket (especially when playing Australia), mostly.
I really do hate all the stupid ‘entertainment’ rubbish tacked onto sport, though. Get rid of cheerleaders, fireworks, halftime shows, walk on music and all that crap.
In this case, you couldn’t pay me enough to get me to sit through a Katy Perry performance.
I think he’s casting too wide a net with his examples. The guerilla advertising he talks about doesn’t seem comparable to The Left Shark. The fully functioning Mini-Cooper ride may have been an attempt to “go viral”, but at least it was a deliberate attempt. It was like someone built a bandwagon hoping people would hop on. The Left Shark is more like someone accidentally started a fire, and a bunch of people gathered around and turned it into a bonfire.
Or to put it another way the guerilla advertising is like conceptual art, the sort of stuff that becomes famous (or at least used to until everyone got bored with it) because it garnered responses ranging from “I must be stupid because I don’t understand it” to “Well hell, I could do that.” The Left Shark is more like a can of spilled paint that everyone gathered around because if looked like Jesus or Elvis or Andy Warhol’s genitals.
I’m pretty sure this has been a concern, and a complaint, for as long as culture has been “popular”–as soon as the high walls of patronage broke down letting all the riffraff in.
TL;DR: Everything’s been going to shit since the Salon des Refusés.
Of the many things wrong with that comic I find most amusing the erroneous assumption that normal people will actually try to give a shit about your obscure interests. Then again, without that assumption xkcd wouldn’t exist.
I usually love XKCD, but that particular comic suggests to me that Munroe is so deep in his bubble that he’s forgotten what a joy it is to find other people who aren’t football fans.
That’s not what passive-aggressive means. If anything, loudly proclaiming one’s lack of interest in plebian entertainments is a passive-aggressive way of expressing disdain for that intellectually inferior rabble. If what you want to say is that anyone who doesn’t read Feynmann or Proust all day is ignorant, go ahead and say that. Don’t be a coward. You’re not worried about what those people think of you, right?
good in an absolute sense, or just in comparison to the movie?
But, either way, the game’s goodness completely beside the point. Movies should be, you know, movies. Telling stories. Not extended adverts for crap I don’t need or want.
Every once in a while I’ll see cakes made in that kind of shape, and I have to wonder who the hell enjoys those? The idea of pulling a Barbie out of a cake and eating the frosting between her legs seems so wrong.
