David Brooks digs rock and roll
In general, I’m not opposed to David F***ing Brooks going to Europe to attend a Bruce Springsteen concert. It’s the probability that he will return that is getting my knickers in a twist.
Anyway, my betters are tackling the substance of this column, so I will only nibble around the edges: why is Mr. Brooks writing about pop culture at all, let alone rock music, which I think it is safe to assume he must hate because it is made by dirty f***ing hippies which he has spent a lifetime blaming for everything from the decline of literacy to bad breath? It boggles the mind.
And before we go too far down the rabbit hole, Brooks writes about Tupac. David Brooks drops Tupac’s name in a dependent clause like he is familiar with the subject. OK, before your head explodes in wonder, rest assured he gets the fundamentals of Tupac so wrong that it is absolutely laughable; I won’t spoil that for you but when you read it, if you know anything about Tupac’s life (or death) I promise you that your pants will wet themselves you will laugh so hard. Brooks–as usual–is skimming the culture.
I also think that there is very little coincidence that his nitwit-in-arms Thomas Friedman is in Europe this week, too. Sweet Jeebus, it makes me think that lady strapped next to the corpse got off easy. Imagine having to share a ride with these two dick-breaths.