lonelysandwich: 2010: The Year I Stopped Knowing Rather abruptly, it seems I’ve stopped knowing who all of the people are on the covers of magazines. I used to know. And if I didn’t know, I wouldn’t feel bad. I’d simply assume the person’s fame would grow to the point I’d recognize it. But recently I’ve noticed that if I don’t know who someone is on the cover of a magazine, I feel a little bit out-of-touch. Take, for example, the Vanity Fair cover above. Time was, I would recognize by name and face every single nymph to grace such a trifurcated cover. Now I’m 6 for 9. And it upsets me because I feel it’s my deficiency, not theirs. The big question: Is this a function of my age? Have I crammed every last celebrity, character and title into my brain over the years, leaving room for no more? Or is the relative value of celebrity diminishing to the point where we’re not expected to recognize them all, even as they’re marketed as though we are? Is the culture changing? Or am I? Jesus, Adam. 6 of 9? I only recognized 2, and that’s because that one with the bug-eyes is on TV all the damn time in the commercial for her new shitty movie. Also, I’m officially an old man, because they all look like children to me, instead of something I should find attractive.
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2010: The Year I Stopped Knowing

Rather abruptly, it seems I’ve stopped knowing who all of the people are on the covers of magazines. I used to know. And if I didn’t know, I wouldn’t feel bad. I’d simply assume the person’s fame would grow to the point I’d recognize it.

But recently I’ve noticed that if I don’t know who someone is on the cover of a magazine, I feel a little bit out-of-touch. Take, for example, the Vanity Fair cover above. Time was, I would recognize by name and face every single nymph to grace such a trifurcated cover. Now I’m 6 for 9. And it upsets me because I feel it’s my deficiency, not theirs.

The big question: Is this a function of my age? Have I crammed every last celebrity, character and title into my brain over the years, leaving room for no more? Or is the relative value of celebrity diminishing to the point where we’re not expected to recognize them all, even as they’re marketed as though we are?

Is the culture changing? Or am I?

Jesus, Adam. 6 of 9? I only recognized 2, and that’s because that one with the bug-eyes is on TV all the damn time in the commercial for her new shitty movie.

Also, I’m officially an old man, because they all look like children to me, instead of something I should find attractive.

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  1. jasonbaldwin reblogged this from lonelysandwich and added:
    only recognized 2, and that’s because...one with the bug-eyes
  2. thoseareturkeys reblogged this from fatmanatee and added:
    The only one I spotted right off the bat (Kristen Stewart really just blends into the grass for some reason) is Anna...
  3. stivatolstoy reblogged this from lonelysandwich
  4. entropyas reblogged this from communicatrix
  5. nickdouglas reblogged this from lonelysandwich and added:
    Don’t worry, Adam. No one at Videogum knows...fuck these girls
  6. communicatrix reblogged this from lonelysandwich and added:
    Wait ‘til you’re 1 for 9. It’s coming. Seriously,...think this is a good function of age....
  7. fatmanatee reblogged this from lonelysandwich