—feeling this on so many levels today—

It took me a while before I realized why sports were such a big deal. I mean, I played basketball, soccer, and baseball as a kid and also knew about every statistic possible. But it always struck me as odd that adults would be so into them, at least to the point where Monday Night Football was such a phenomenon. To me it seemed like there’d be more important things to deal with than kid’s games.

Then when I grew older and realized how nobody wanted to talk about real-world events like war or inequality. Then, everything kind of clicked. Sports were the way that, especially men, could take their pent-up rage about whatever real-world bullshit they avoided talking about and put it into a singular focus: a team, a tradition, a logo, a name.

Now I see it everywhere: the all-consuming nature of cultural significance. The debate of opinions that will have no resolution—food, films, places, cars, clothes, art. And all for what? It’s a stone’s throw from talking about the fucking weather. A time of ‘culture wars,’ indeed.

So I dig this opening from Letterkenny because it knocks down this notion of superiority-by-opinion through a couple things LA is famous for being self-important about. This cultural vanity is not exclusive to Los Angeles, but it’s able to be acutely specific about how the most mundane aspects of culture are over-valued in the United States, likely because nobody wants to talk about anything that actually matters.