I don’t think it’s elitist to note the tackiness of UFC Freedom 250. My era has been a natural experiment of what happens when lowbrow guilty pleasures shed their shame, & when wellness/fitness become supreme values…There’s something to be said for wearing a tie & pretending to have read Allan Bloom
I embarrassed myself by throwing up in the Criterion Closet after a heavy lunch at the attached seafood gastropub, “The Cabernet of Dr. Calamari”
not saying I condone Elvis reacting the way he did whenever Robert Goulet appeared on his TV. But I abstractly relate to the impulse when I watch Jeopardy! & the “American History” category goes untouched because the contestants spent their allotted time trying to run the board in ”Pass the Jelly!”
