Turns out Americans don’t like the fake. Turns out, they’ve had their fill. Turns out, authenticity is totally hot right now. Who’d have thunk it?
The generation raised on Gilligan, Tattoo, and H.R. Pufnstuf has finally had their fill of Fantasy Island.
We don’t like to be scolded, lectured, or lied to — something the legacy media has been doing to us for, well, ever, but it became really hard to ignore around 2016 or so. This is personally tough for me to admit, as I came up in legacy media and made a living there for most of my life. And yes, they do lie, they gaslight, and they exist entirely in an echo chamber both professionally and socially.
Is lying out of ignorance somehow excusable? For the most part, they honestly think they’re telling the truth. It’s not like they’re evil or something — just acting in what they believe is our best interest.
My wife and I left Tribeca in 1991 for the wilds of Montana. Probably the best decision we ever made together besides marrying each other, at least for me. You’d have to ask her yourself.
Getting out of Manhattan, where 6% of the population paid the income taxes for everyone else, was life-changing. Seeing the opening to The Sopranos in the rearview mirror was liberating.
