Ixnay for Hollywood

Reading a male nitwit interviewing an actress in the Bagel Times reminded me of the manner of a slave while addressing his master. The nitwit writes that “whenever my turns of phrase or tossed-off hand gestures caught her fancy, she’d repeat and refine them, doing them better than I did myself.” Gee, a blonde actress refining the nitwit’s turn of phrase, that’s earth-shattering and really something to behold. An ass-kisser type, he’s perfect for the Bagel Times and for interviewing dumb blondes.

The Dr. James Dobson P... Dobson, James C. Best Price: $2.15 Buy New $15.00 (as of 12:14 UTC - Details) The nitwit describes the thespian as a warrior, a phrase that must have Achilles squirming in his grave. The “warrior” then enlightens us with a phrase that would have Papa Hemingway squirming with envy: “I feel most alive on a set when I can perfectly match an emotion to something technical and kind of become this blend between organic and machine.” Nurse, help! Are these people serious? I would feel most alive if the Bagel Times hired an editor who’d spike such crap, but then the Times wouldn’t be as phony, would it? It gets better when the “warrior” claims, “I want to be put in a situation where I would have no choice but to grow.” Gee, that’s an immortal line, this time it’s F. Scott Fitzgerald who is churning with envy in his grave.

“It’s all antisocial garbage and puerile idiocy.”

I could go on, like when “My analytical brain is firing in that way, I just feel alive and purposeful.” Actresses as well as actors are not known for original thought, probably because of the nature of their craft, interpretation. The nitwit interviewing Anya Taylor-Joy should have been less of an open-mouthed fan and more of an editor, but who cares? As I write, the humorless laughter trademark paroxysm of Kamala Harris reverberates as she uses the f-word in a speech in order to get her point across. “Kick the f—ing door down,” she extols. Harris makes Taylor-Joy sound like Demosthenes. Poor US of A, whatever happened to you to have such people as la Harris representing you? Whatever Happened to P... Richard J. Maybury Best Price: $20.61 Buy New $12.35 (as of 12:27 UTC - Details)

This is an easy one to answer. American informality has turned into a crudeness and vulgarity contest by people who give the impression they never sat on chairs before. The whole culture has taken a deep dive, led by Hollywood and the dirt produced by the entertainment industry. It genuflects before celebrity and touts a phony “be kind” creed. A recent death in Paris of a man who hosted a TV show about books illustrates the difference. Books in France are the celebrities, and in a French universe, serious writers and intellectuals jostle ferociously for the public’s attention. Over here, numbskull celebrities jostle ferociously to get on TV and say incredibly stupid things on the air. Six million French watched the recently departed book host Bernard Pivot when he talked about books or interviewed writers. Over here I have no figures, but millions watch half-witted, inarticulate celebs being interviewed by self-abasement experts. The death of a book reviewer took up the front pages of even tabloid papers in the land of cheese, but over here it would have been covered mostly as an afterthought. Americans watch TV and commercials, hence they are overweight and unhappy. The French read books, pursue women, and pretend to look unhappy. There lies the difference.

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