Look, I am late to the boat here. I realize tons of teen girls love Supernatural, but since it’s been released streaming on Netflix, I can’t stop watching it and discovering memes regarding the show that are about 2-3 years old. But the best thing about it is that the executive producer is McG. That’s what this post is about.
I would glide down the stairs in my waking slumber, where I would allow a pot of water to boil and steep a slice of lemon in the liquid. With my hot lemon broth, I would grab half an avocado and sit in a bay window while light muslin curtains the color of baby blue wafted around my body. I would grab a gilded teaspoon and take a scoop of my avocado and tell myself, “This is good fat.”
To be upset with Rebecca Black’s success is to be upset with the American system of entertainment as a whole. As an underdog narrative of unlikely success – an unknown talent ‘discovered’ by producers – Rebecca’s story reflects values traditionally celebrated among pop artists who are more highly produced and coddled by the media. If we hate Rebecca Black, it’s because it holds up a mirror to our own illogical popular taste.