I'm a little bit of a snob.
For the most part I'm a down-to-earth guy, but I have my areas where I'm pretty sure that my preferences are superior to those of the common man. For example, I regard white bread, American cheese, and Adam Sandler movies with complete disdain.
If you like those things, does that mean that I don't like you? Certainly not!
I just like you a little less than before.
You can also add any number of television shows to the list of items that are beneath me. You've got your Jerry Springer, your Cops, your Super Extreme Whatever Makeover Spectacular, wrestling and, of course, American Idol.
This season I've been tivoing American Idol for Daisy. Since I'd never seen the show before, I watched a bit of the first few episodes to make sure that it was Daisy-appropriate. Then, over the last few weeks, when I couldn't watch our usual Tivo'ed shows (because Hank was busy with auction crap and I was saving them for her), I'd watch more of American Idol.
At some point, and I'm not exactly sure when it was, I started to... ugh, I can't believe I'm going to say this... I started to enjoy American Idol. The performances are uneven, and can be boring at times, but they're often entertaining or at least charmingly flawed and Simon Cowell is appealingly rude. The show is actually enjoyable.
When did this happen? When did I become Joe America? I suck.
Anyway, I can't wait to watch next week's show with an American cheese on Wonder Bread sammich. Mmmmm, the lowest common denominatorlicious.