I just received an email from a correspondent who had to admit defeat with one of my reflexive pop-culture references.
I must concede that a couple of forty-somethings who record the cartoons on Adult Swim so we can watch them the next night before our bedtime may be fairly characterized as displaying some degree of arrested development.
I have a justification for that!
It's my experience that the pendulum swing away from witless fad orthodoxy is led, and often defined, by satire.
And the most culturally influential -- or culturally indicative -- satire is this kind of hip, edgy, youth-oriented mockery.
Could there be a more perfect distillation of the reflexive, brain-damaged, knowledge-free regurgitation of a passively received dogma than Nathan Explosion's single sincere-and-oblivious sentence?
It's way better than some old fart like me railing about the anorexic celebutard who poses naked for PeTA, then wears a pair of shoes made from the hide of an endangered lizard, which is okay 'cuz lizards aren't cuddly and it was already dead.
Along with countless other pop-culture mavens, the writers of Metalocalypse are finding the stupid and smugly milking it for entertainment.
Smug on, boys and girls.
Because the laughter evokes a question in the minds of the laughers. And that's all the truth -- nuanced, messy, data-dependent truth -- needs to get into those minds and fertilize a thought.