
Muttering popular catchphrases and styling ‘deck’ with excessive drama may seem radically ‘in the now’ while masking Inner Wussdom...

The Perception:
The sight of a mic and camera sends knees a-quivering as the whiff of fame wafts by, baiting the Everydude to bow up for the lens and Tell It Like It Is, Man...

The Reality:
The proverbial ‘15 Minutes of Fame’ actually has two functions. First, as a Soapbox for Stupidity, it entertains while warning the audience of nitwits in their midst. Second, the spectacle is a boon for the media itself as it sucks out feeble souls from the desiccated torsos of the willing, all for the sake of high ratings with the corresponding twentysomething demographic.

As for our friend:
Well, his 16th Minute
will last a long
and limp lifetime.
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