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Spare (me).

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         I recently read an opt-ed piece on CNN titled “Why Prince Harry is a Threat to a Certain Kind of Man,”: written by a Louis Staples (no relation to Mavis), a self-credited “culture writer” (whatever the fuck that is?). It caught my eye because several years ago I had started work on a book titled Unleashing Your Inner Sinatra; The De-Pussification of the American Male – which was intended to be a humorous look at reclaiming of the male ego in an increasingly humorless world. Due to the cultural climate I chose to “self-cancel” the project, but this CNN piece gave me hope that things might be changing (and perhaps all this ridiculous hype, might be of value yet).      Despite the fact that Staples took the first nine paragraphs to recap the past two month’s Netflix/tell-all hype, before getting around to his point (apparently, Cultural Writer School fosters the habit of burying the lead) – I sallied forth, in hopes that a point would magically appear. Sadly, none was to be foun

Does Celine Really Want to be Called a GOAT, When There are So Many Other Names at Our Disposal?

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      H iya Cats & Kittens, Happy New Year. I’ve said this before and I’m sure I’ll have to say it again – big media, i.e. Rolling Stone magazine, NPR, etc., work for the interest of the record companies and not the listener, focusing on the top-forty caterwauling of the instant grat/downloaded world we find ourselves subjected to. And maybe it was always this way, but I want to think not. So when controversy rears its controversial head, we have to consider the source. Our latest music controversy, I have to categorize as White People’s Problems – the creation of issues – for issues sake – where there is no real issue. Of course, I’m talking about Rolling Stone magazine’s Top 200 Greatest Singers of All Time list – and the FACT that Celine Dion didn’t make the cut.  Okay, if you’re one of the gaggle of fans of that shipwreck/romance movie and you feel slighted because your personal songbird didn’t make the list, yet Iggy Pop and Leonard Cohen did, I feel you – I’m heartbroken t