When I come across a good thing, my initial impulse is to recognize the fact that good things, truly good things, do not last. This is not the most productive way to live, but it is what it is. And thus as I was (clearly) watching "Jersey Shore" last night, as mind-blowing sound bites flew through the air like JWoww’s bitch-slapping hand, I turned to my sister and said (rather poignantly): this can never be recreated. And she nodded, stone-faced, because we were witnessing some sort of Beatles-like moment, when there is the before and then there is the after, the change on the horizon but…not yet. And some day soon, we will tune into "Jersey Shore, Part Douche" and some kid from Connecticut who went to St. Paul’s and has styled his lax flow into a Pauly D blowout is going to be playing it up for the cameras and it will never be the same.
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Moment
When I come across a good thing, my initial impulse is to recognize the fact that good things, truly good things, do not last. This is not the most productive way to live, but it is what it is. And thus as I was (clearly) watching "Jersey Shore" last night, as mind-blowing sound bites flew through the air like JWoww’s bitch-slapping hand, I turned to my sister and said (rather poignantly): this can never be recreated. And she nodded, stone-faced, because we were witnessing some sort of Beatles-like moment, when there is the before and then there is the after, the change on the horizon but…not yet. And some day soon, we will tune into "Jersey Shore, Part Douche" and some kid from Connecticut who went to St. Paul’s and has styled his lax flow into a Pauly D blowout is going to be playing it up for the cameras and it will never be the same.
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