I am a pop-culture reject

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Things that render me a pop-culture reject:

1.) I have never seen Scarface or Xanandu.

2.) Who is Zac Effron? I mean, Efron.

3.) Although my kids talk about them non-stop, apparently I never "got" that the Jonas Brothers were in Camp Rock.

4.) I have never seen Camp Rock. But, my eleven year old thinks it would be creepy if I had.

5.) "You're not supposed to watch Disney Channel, you're a grown-up."

duh.

Comments

Prince Gomolvilas said…
You call it being "a pop-culture reject," but I call it "retaining your purity." Stay uncorrupted as long as you can.
August 9, 2008 at 3:12 PM
Dijea said…
I have seen Xanadu, but not Scarface & I'm just as lost on the other things as you are. I don't get the Naked Brothers Band either.
August 10, 2008 at 12:58 PM
Louise On The Left (Coast0 said…
Thank you, I thought I was the only one, too.

And if I ever have to hear "It's The Best Of Both Worlds." I think I'll tear off all my clothes and run screaming into the middle of the street -- just to humilate my kids into watching shows that do NOT have incessant canned laughter.
August 10, 2008 at 2:11 PM
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