The Sunday New York Times

To return to my earlier post where I suggested the insularity of journalism may in part derive from its social exclusivity: I have become readdicted to Stuff White People Like and particularly loved #46, the Sunday New York Times.  Of course, the author has a different target when he says:

but this also describes the materialist lifestyle that I believe “mainstream” media subconsciously promote.  Naturally, the entire entry pretty accurately describes my family; I do love the Sunday New York Times, and not having access to it does feel like a tragedy.  Ignoring the journalism angle of my critique, I think that as a society we have internalized fundamentally unreachable goals, and then we berate ourselves, become depressed, or purchase more goods when we do not reach them.  We see images of upscale lifestyles and assume they are normal lifestyles because our brains are not good at making relativistic comparisons.  It’s time to relearn that debt is not a panacea; it more closely resembles a leech.