I am fascinated by popular culture: the fact that so many nice, otherwise-intelligent people have (or make) the time to follow “reality” shows (which have nothing to do with reality, at all), and to give a tiny rat’s patootie about the comings and goings of famous people (who wouldn’t be famous, were it not that they were willing to eat live scorpions)–blows my mind.
And, unfortunately, this rabid mass love affair with The Great Unwashed has spilled over to the world of horse racing. The celebrities who capture the imagination of most Americans are not–I repeat, not–of the caliber of Cary Grant or Katherine Hepburn. While there are actors and musicians who are creative and yet decent sorts in today’s pop culture–people for whom elegance and style are part of the package–unfortunately the famous folk of whom we hear most often are making news more-often-than-not by giving their babies ridiculous names.