And here I am stuck on the Uni-brow.

For some reason this made me think of the Groucho quote: I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.

I was an English major. I was trained to appreciate subtlety.

I went out into the world, and I was given a subscription to Entertainment Weekly.

I cannot find my way home.

I don’t get it but I don’t care and I love it.

Cat makes a great Mock Turtle.

Sure, you could get sucked under by the low brow. Or you could swim to the point of exhaustion and drown fighting the waves of the high brow. But it’s so much easier to stick around the middle brow. There’s James Cameron movies, and Oprah’s book club, and you can gain ten or twenty pounds without anyone noticing!
As for that ever present taste of stale, warmed-over mediocrity in your mouth, it can be washed away by a constant, soothing stream of self-congratulation.

i really would like to send them some skim boards

low brow aspirations can only be cured in one way, the way patriotism and humanism are cured too: ill-paid socially responsible jobs. (volunteering doesn’t count, the emotional return is ostentatious and hours are never damaging)

@hrarara: not commonly does my prefrontal cortex get directly imprinted like that (thank you).