The Evils of Pop Culture

There are positives and negatives to being an avid consumer of pop culture. The positives including rocking the Entertainment category in Trivial Pursuit, being your friends' handy go-to guide for movie information (who the hell needs Ebert when you've got me?), and dreaming of Katherine Heigl (directly related to a recent overdose of Grey's Anatomy DVDs, no doubt - I need to do that more often). I'm not sure all those positives outweigh the large negative that happened the night before last, however - I dreamed that Britney Spears was my teenage daughter and I needed to help control her drinking and partying. Having Britney be present in a dream is a frightening enough occurrence, but actually being related to her is enough to want to make me move to the wilds of South Dakota and feed on nothing but root vegetables and the Outdoor Network. I thoroughly blame US Weekly (and MTC, who provided aforementioned illicit materials) for this hypothalamus horror show. The only saving grace was that Paris Hilton didn't show up in the dream. I'd rather have constant nightmares that the Taco Bell Chihuahua was eating me alive, toes first, while saying, "Yo Quiero Taco Flesh" than to have that woman show up anywhere in my ego, id, or superego. Gah!