another guilty pleasure i'm blaming on 8-year-old jane: american idol. tonight they're doing the songs of michael jackson. jane's like: ok. but i've never heard of him! if only i could say the same.
the whole schtick is very fixed and the music scary-bad. but the damn thing is compelling: personalities and some of the voices. and of course simon.

whether i want to or not, i guess i like pop culture, even at its max banality.