We found ourselves quite fond of the "Everything Smells" post. True Jack form. He begins a bit of a discussion in seemingly genial terms, then continues as though he has taken a fresh sip of his gin and vinegar, and carries on, stabbing away without relent until his subject is made to look the fool, and his reader asmirk. We hope Jack doesn't limit himself merely to television criticism; plenty of assbutts across the web can do that. But it is a subject that seems to bring out in him his true character - a viewer willing to invest the time to watch, and having done so, earned the right to condescend.
Indeed, mightn't one of the deepest themes of Clinomania be the
captivity of the media consumer? The reluctance to change the channel, hurl the book across the room? Jack will watch bad things, even after having cut to the core of their badness. He's a prisoner aware of, and quite sardonic about, his condition, but unwilling to make a dash for freedom. He's like Morgan Freeman in Shawshank maybe.
Aren't we all. Aren't we all.
Readers are invited to reply with their thoughts on this notion on our bulletin board, which does not exist.
