Highbrow culture is a fuck up the arse.

Yes, that is a charming title, thank you. I once saw a t-shirt with that written on the front and I was half considering getting one. Not so much because I agree with the idea, more because I like prophanity. I was watching a program on tv last night (whilst surfing the net - this is my new hobby combo) about literature and whatnot. Some freak with a roll-up cigarette and too long white hair was talking about some writer or other saying that she was probably the person who best masters Swedish in writing. Wtf? Yeah, you're right, because there's no way the appreciation of the written word has any sort of subjective qualities? I've read a few bits and pieces by this author and neither the subject matter nor the language is really doing anything for me.

Every Wednesday people living in this town/city/hell-hole receive a free local newspaper. I like this paper. Mainly because it's free. It's got a lot of advertising in it, but so has the daily local paper, despite the fact that it charges a shameless sum of money for the privilige to read it. Anyhow. The free paper features a few little texts by local people (League of Gentlemen, anyone?), who are contributing on a rota. Every third week it's the Spokesperson for Culture and Queerness who writes. I've always really enjoyed reading what he has to say, because funny enough, I always tend to agree. A few weeks back however he was complaining over how the people in this town/city/hell-hole have no sense of quality when it comes to food, paying particular attention to the invention of the Kebab pizza. Well, I don't like it either, because I'm a vegetarian. However, I'm not completely insensitive to the enormous popularity of the culinary creation amongst the younger generation in this town/city/hell-hole. Most of my friends have longs since moved away from here, but always when they visit they will go for a Kebab pizza. Because you can't get them anywhere else. The forum on the internet for people from here is spammed with requests for guidelines on how to make the sauce or whatever. Poems written in the honour of the pizza, born out of the longing for it's greasy pleasure. That the Spokesperson for Culture and Queerness completely missed this collective affection signals to me that he's out of touch with the people in this town/city/hell-hole, and I've slowly started getting annoyed with his texts. From general dislike, via mild annoyance, heading straight towards full-blown rage.

I don't know if it's appropriate to compare highbrow culture with anal sex, as I'm informed that the latter can be enjoyable if you're that way inclined and so on, but highbrow culture need to be a bit more sensitive to what is going on in the cultural jungle out there. It's fascinating how the people who are supposed to mind and protect cultural interests are also the same people who are always the last to recognise when something new comes along. They really need a kick in the arse. Or a fuck up it. Sorry.