There’s the possibility that most of the world wants cotton candy, wants loud noises, and predictable plot-lines, unrealistic characters, unquestionable heroes, morals, and untouchable strength. That most don’t like to think, and in not as condescending a way as that sounds. Thinking is hard work, and despite how much of the world pretends to value hard work, most don’t, not really. Thinking is a lot of work for a buried, hidden profit. I’ve spent a lot of time teaching myself to want vegetables, instead, and though I’m not purely an art vegetarian, I do eat healthy now and then.
The question of this post is whether this will change, and does it need to. It doesn’t really matter. The way others consume doesn’t affect the way I do, but it’s depressing sometimes. And us readers and artsy types are most to blame. We really hate to share. We really don’t want the ignorant to be part of the club. Otherwise what would there be to separate us? Then all that would be different is they’d still be better at sports than us, and that already secretly bothers us. The nagging suspicion that the sex is greener on the other side. There’s a lot of good work being done, though, despite what the old people say about nowadays. There always is, in any time. But when you go to a theater and you see a crowd full of people chowing down on that cotton candy film and just loving it, loving the condescension, it can still bring you down. A lot of people aren’t like you, in a lot of ways.