Setting aside ardent pretentions of depth or professorial tweediness, and furthermore all professed disdain for NASCAR and ballads and vapidity in favor of soccer and chess and Radiohead and Queens of the Stone Age … the truth is, fluff is good too.

I like Beyonce’s Single Ladies, I liked a Maroon 5 song, I thought Fergalicious was as funny as My Humps was brain-dead. I laughed myself stupid at Talladega Nights and Step Brothers.

Either I’m really more open-minded that I appear, or I just plain old Got No Taste. Can’t figure out which.

p.s. OH YES – and I love Randy Jackson Presents America’s Best Dance Crew. Love it.


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