lonelysandwich:

2010: The Year I Stopped Knowing

Rather abruptly, it seems I’ve stopped knowing who all of the people are on the covers of magazines. I used to know. And if I didn’t know, I wouldn’t feel bad. I’d simply assume the person’s fame would grow to the point I’d recognize it.

But recently I’ve noticed that if I don’t know who someone is on the cover of a magazine, I feel a little bit out-of-touch. Take, for example, the Vanity Fair cover above. Time was, I would recognize by name and face every single nymph to grace such a trifurcated cover. Now I’m 6 for 9. And it upsets me because I feel it’s my deficiency, not theirs.

I was watching Fashion Police with my mom this morning (trust me, it was the only thing on) and they were critiquing the best and worst dressed from the Grammy’s. I’m not joking when I say I didn’t know who half of the folks on the red carpet were. I used to know, but somehow all of a sudden pop culture is beginning to pass me by. I did see Lady Gaga and that was comforting.

Post Notes

  1. carrie-chaney reblogged this from lonelysandwich
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    was watching Fashion Police with my mom this morning (trust me,...only thing on) and they...
  3. jasonbaldwin reblogged this from lonelysandwich and added:
    only recognized 2, and that’s because...one with the bug-eyes
  4. cijimcb reblogged this from thoseareturkeys and added:
    Reblogged for truth. But I call it the Year I Stopped Caring.
  5. thoseareturkeys reblogged this from fatmanatee and added:
    The only one I spotted right off the bat (Kristen Stewart really just blends into the grass for some reason) is Anna...
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  9. nickdouglas reblogged this from lonelysandwich and added:
    Don’t worry, Adam. No one at Videogum knows...fuck these girls