« § Spanning the spectrum nationwide § »
13 July 2002
5:50 PM
I've been flipping through the radio stations in the car a lot more lately.
I can't decide whether it's American or un-American.
It might be un-American since I'm not listening to the advertisers. They are after all the backbone of the country [or at least the broadcast industry]. You see, the real product of broadcast are the listeners - the consumers are the companies, the advertisers [apologies for stealing that from the Mad Magazine book in our bathroom]. I'm refusing to do my part to prop up business in the flagging economy. I'm walking out of the lockstep of conformity. I'm breaking the lethargy, the pathetic slump of laziness, to push a damn button and move on.
Then again, it might be American since I'm exercising my freedom. I have freedom of listening. I'm exploring the freedom of the press (if you want to call their sound bites press). I'm driving my own car, doing my bit to help pollute. I'm yet another incidence of anger and impatience on the road. I'm adding to everyone's danger on the road by taking a bit of my attention away from driving. I'm exercising my Constitutional rights to a miniscule attention span, to demand novelty, to be bored.
Fuck that bullshit.
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