We will, in the closing days of this wretched decade, list the Top Ten reasons why it sucked. Previous reasons here, here, and here.
If you had told us, at the beginning of this awful decade, that intelligent people would one day be writing essays -- serial essays, yet -- on reality shows about young dimwits, we wouldn't have believed you. We would have thought you were doing a William Gibson-style riff about a future dystopia in which everyone has money but no one knows how to read.
That was a simpler time in general -- people wrote in paper diaries, Whitney Port was being kept back in third grade again, and writing fancy words about moronic pop crap was just something that silly, reverse-pretentious professors like Camille Paglia did.
But here we are at the end of the 00s, and Brian Moylan, a very fine writer, has just penned a thousand words about Jersey Shore. And this is not a punishment assignment or a lost bet, but his job.
Other fine writers at classy venues are doing the same sort of thing. Hell, we even do it at the Village Voice.