I am reminded of a conversation I had with a woman I was dating in the late 90s. She had just finished offering some comment about Ricky Martin. I said, “Who’s Ricky Martin?” She immediately launches into a tirade: “OMG! You don’t know who Ricky Martin is? Oprah says that if you don’t know who Ricky Martin is, you just don’t have a life!” I looked at her and said, “Who’s Oprah?”
Knowing all the celebutard gossip is “a life”?
Watching TV substitutes for real life now?
“I am reminded of a conversation I had with a woman I was dating in the late 90s.”
I’m reminded of a guy I was dating back in the mid ‘90s. Younger. Much younger. One day he announced that he had just heard a great song on the radio by a “new group” — Three Dog Night. I moved on.