Come for the pretension, stay for the Jersey Shore references.

Hello my large readership, (i.e. Dad)!

Thanks for stopping by my oddball, unassuming, mildly original, highly entertaining blog! This is the place where I will rant, rave, and devour every scrap of high and low culture that piques my fancy. By high and low culture, I mean everything from Gertrude Stein to Bachelor Pad, (yeah, it’s going there). I became interested in blogging about the gaping, yet unclear divide between what we consider to be “high” culture and “low” culture based on my own interest in a large span of cultural medias. My own cultural media interests span from ones I’d be proud to brag to my Russian Literature professor about, to those I’d be ashamed to admit I’m obsessed with to the programming director for Cinemax at Night. This broad and embarrassing aesthetic range, in my opinion, represents a large societal tension, one that is both a fabulous and horrifying thing. Why is it considered sophisticated to love the shameless violence of Dexter and not Cops? Why is John Galliano allowed to sell corsets made of latex and rubber for thousands of dollars, while the sex shop has to sell theirs for $19.99? Why is there this distinction at all?

Wow, wow, wow. I guess I’ve jumped the gun a bit here. I guess it would be prudent to give you a bit of background/biographical information on myself, your friendly, cynical, judgmental resident blogger. I’m a 23 year old Creative Communications student who’s obsessed with fashion, theatre, reading, travel, as well as reality television, tabloid magazines, and fast foods of varying popularity and nutritional levels. I love myself a good sonnet, as well as a good episode of “Real Housewives of New Jersey”. Don’t judge, I also watch the Real Housewives of New York.

Anyway, I’m hoping this blog will give me an outlet that will take the guilt out of some of my guiltiest pleasures. I want to deconstruct the ways in which popular culture encompasses the societal attitudes and temperaments of this post-empire world we are all living/tweeting/blogging/sexting/breathing in. I also wish to feed my pretentious, academic soul and write about high culture, like Godard and whatever Kushner play has yet to close before its prime. I want to write about Marc Jacobs’s new line as well as how weird it’s going to look when Forever 21 rips it off 6 months from now. I want to write about Salvador Dali and why on earth Woody Allen would cast Adrien Brody to play him in a movie about time travel. I want to write about both Anthony Bourdain and Guy Fieri . . . in one blog post! Yeah, I know! It’s happening, with a side of turducken. But more than anything, I just want to post pictures of kittens dressed in outfits.

Anyway, I hope you’ll read it often, enjoy it, and if you don’t, I suggest taking a Valium and watching three straight hours of Toddlers and Tiaras. That will really take you where you need to be to truly “get” me.

Kisses and judgement,

Katherine