Geburtsdatum | Mittwoch, 10. Dezember 1952 |
Geburtsort | Maryland |
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Beschreibung | James Wolcott (geboren am 10. Dezember 1952) ist ein amerikanischer Journalist, der für seine Kritik an den zeitgenössischen Medien bekannt ist. Wolcott ist Kulturkritiker für Vanity Fair und schreibt für The New Yorker. Er hatte seinen eigenen Blog auf der Hauptseite der Zeitschrift Vanity Fair, der 2007 mit einem Webby Award ausgezeichnet wurde. |
On August 28, 2010, Fox News messiah Glenn Beck hosted a 'Restoring Honor' revival meeting featuring sexy guest star Sarah Palin, much as Bob Hope would roll out Raquel Welch in white go-go boots on his U.S.O. tours to give our fighting men a morale lift in their khakis.
As we divest ourselves of once familiar physical objects - digitize and dematerialize - we approach a 'Star Trek' future in which everything can be accessed from the fourth dimension with a few clicks or terse audibles.
Book-jacket design may become a lost art, like album-cover design, without which late-20th-century iconography would have been pauperized.
After a decade this glum, we deserved a shot of 'Glee,' a show that restored our faith in the power of song, the beauty of dance, and the magic of 'spirit fingers' to chase our cares and woes into somebody else's backyard.
High expectations weren't nurtured in my neck of nowhere back then - children weren't fawned over from an early age as 'gifted' and groomed for a prizewinning future self-esteem was considered something you had to pick from the garden yourself.
A lost election can have the jolt of a drop through the gallows door, leading to a dark night of the soul in which the future presses down like a cloud that will never lift.
Used to be, conservatives revered the Average American, that Norman Rockwell oil painting of diner food, humble faith, honest toil, and Capraesque virtue.
Who elected Larry King America's grief counselor? We, the viewing public, did, by driving up his ratings whenever somebody famous passes.
It's the contemporary woman that movies don't know what to do with, other than bathe her in a bridal glow in romantic comedies where both the romance and the comedy are artificial sweeteners.
Feature-length film comedy is harder to pull off than the episodic sitcom - it doesn't have the same factory machinery up and running, teams of writers putting familiar characters through permutations - but that doesn't explain the widening quality gap that makes movie humor look like a genetic defective.
The lies the government and media tell are amplifications of the lies we tell ourselves. To stop being conned, stop conning yourself.