It has to do with petroleum products and nacho cheese sauce. It has to do with people at both ends of the economic spectrum colliding in an unplanned daily ritual. It involves the odd behaviors and incredulous dietary decisions that happen when a snack shack turns into a restaurant. And, it turns out, this 21st-century phenomenon – part filling station, part coffee house, part homeless waystation, part junk food drive-thru – is a fascinating social experiment and a rare, strange, freak-filled science project that, at some point, involves just about every modern life form.
The NFL’s State Of “Dread”
It’s been a personal source of perplexity. It hits me hardest when I watch NFL football. It distracts me from the game. Makes me think about grooming and culture and shampoo and colorful beads when I should be thinking about touchdowns, onside kicks, run-pass options and cheerleaders. I don’t know enough about dreadlocks!
The Completely-Unnecessary, Cliche-Riddled, On-Field Interview, Or, The Hot Blonde Gets A Job In The NFL
It’s been an epidemic for decades in all professional sports. Sports on TV is mostly geared toward men. Men are pigs. So sports programmers, since the advent of television, look for unimaginative, dreadfully-obvious ways to give men an awkward combination of the two things they apparently like the most – games and hot chicks. This has resulted in tons of camera time for “cheerleaders” (who would be called exotic dancers in any other society), commercials for Hooters between every play and, most disturbing, the invention of the sideline reporter.