Go ahead, you can laugh all you want...

...but I've got my philosophy. So postulates the venerable Ben Folds. Unless you're living in a cavern atop the Afghanistan peaks, chances are you're an active consumer of popular culture. I find it unfortunate that the widespread literature out there about popular culture, especially that of music, is pompous, condescending and belitting.

Every time I pick up music, pop culture or entertainment magazine, the pretentious borderline-nonsensical tone of any written piece is enough to make me gag. Does making me feel incurably lame sell subscriptions? Are they that arrogant as to try to tear down their readership as terribly uncool and never build them up? Do they intentionally inflate the tone and voice of the publication at the behest of some bizarre agenda to make everyone a freaking music snob? Or am I the only one who acutally reads the writ of periodic literature?

Probably a combination all of that. Nevertheless, a great many of us place an importance on popular culture that carries serious religious undertones. I am no exception. Whether or not this is killing society or all of us is an interesting discussion albeit a depressing one.

Readers, it's about enjoying the immense pop culture cornucopia literally at our fingertips. I don’t love the company of miserable music snobs. And, really, who does? Not even they enjoy the spat of their rhetoric, though they will tell you they do. How can you enjoy inflaming your own callousness under the pretense of "I know what’s cool and you don’t."

So I add this to the ever-crowding blogosphere of this revolutionary inner sanctum known as cyberspace: A commentary for the rest of us who shouldn’t settle for the hostile, arrogant and self-perpetuating garbage in the literature of mainstream popular culture. Stick it to the snobs.

But that’s terribly uncool.