One of the things I always get intellectually reprimanded for is my willingness to inspect junk culture. Maybe that’s why I share such an affinity with Don Delillo’s character Murray Jay Siskind in White Noise. Here is a person who will read cereal boxes, transvestite magazines, talk to prostitutes, and analyze James Dean. Not necessarily in that order. I guess I feel that junk culture is responsible for subconsciously infiltrating many people’s opinions as much, if not more, than high culture. Of course, this ties in to the whole whine about media representation that symbiotic crybabies love to denounce. I’m willing to address junk culture as much as I am high culture. But when people from above ask me why I’m wasting time with trash, my only answer is that looking at trash may be no less ineffective as soapbox divas who preach to the choir. It’s one thing to discuss like-minded politics amongst your people, but to transgress the cultural line and dispose snobbery presents a greater chance of discovering hidden notions.