No One Knows

I recently received correspondence from my dear friend HG, in which he expressed his great concern regarding my general well-being. He warned I may be in grave danger. Indeed, I am. But, according to him, for reasons quite different from the obvious neurological perversion I put up with and chronicle on this blog. It's about my little indulgence that I expressed earlier. His warning was illustrated in this little attachment to his email:

I am not sure how I feel about this yet. I clearly know the references. I think most people do. I think I find it absolutely hilarious. And I think we are all guilty of this little indulgence. Who doesn't glue themselves to the screen when this ludicrous tripe is airing? I think I can safely say Not Many. We are all complicit, let's admit it, people. Sooner or later, we all succumb, losing our critical faculties, justifying the hurling of theories of sexuality and power and lack of representation of common people as anything more than savages, as well as problematic notions of authenticity, out of all the windows and doors. What do we want, really? What do we want.

Ready, set, HEADS IN THE SNOW!!!