Closest most of these average voter peons ever got to actually living life is when their favorite wrestler goes to wrestlemania, or their favorite football team wins and the players and coach make six figures. Then back to work being a stupid peon without aspirations, ideas or even a single original thought.
Oh golly, don't get me started on this. Every Monday morning 95% of all conversations I hear in the hallway are all about the game they saw on Saturday or the upcoming game that night. Grown men, standing around for nearly an hour, talking passionately about every play, every moment, even the coaches favorite damn color! It drives me absolutely insane. I'm not a sports fan and I'm not against anyone who enjoys watching them but when that's all you talk about...
Guys walk up to me all the time and drone on and on about "that great catch" or "what was the coach thinking running that play?" I used to play along and mutter some vague statement of agreement but now I'm up front about it. "I'm too busy being a dad/husband/provider to waste my time watching a bunch of sweaty men in tights chase a ball up and down the field." I then get the 'you have three heads and 5 eyeballs' stare.
This country is circling the drain and as long as the hot wings, football, Dancing with the Stars, beer, wine, and other such pacifiers stay firmly lodged in place, no one will even notice.
My brother-in-law is a huge fan. He has three sons (ages 5, 8, 10) who are also getting into it. They can name every single team, the head coach, the defensive coordinator, at least 5-6 players for each team, stats about those players, etc. Useless freaking knowledge! Learn something useful dammit!!!
OK, I'm done venting now. Back to the thread. Paris I think it was about.