Surely they were onto something in the '90s, reflecting and shaping the culture and whatnot, but last night, as I toggled between Howard Stern on Letterman and Jerry Seinfeld on Leno, I just kept thinking: Stop. Both of you. Go away. Enough.
I may be on some sort of anti-celebrity jag, after reading about Nicole Richie's book. There really is no point in getting upset about these things—I prefer to be a detached, amused observer—but maybe I've reached some sort of limit for the year.
Instead I am going to bury my sorrows in books put out by small presses.