| The more research one does about The Real World: Chicago,
the more one’s reminded that one of childhood’s earliest
lessons isn’t just true, but, if such a thing is possible, truer
than anything else. The lesson I refer to, of course, is “You
can’t judge a book by its cover.” Rumor has it that at some
point this season, the producers, distraught by Wicker Park’s
increasing antipathy to all things MTV, will fly everybody to Romania
just to get them the hell away from angry passers-by. What you’ll
hear on the show, though, is a voiceover telling the house-dwellers:
“You’re going on a trip!” To plan a mass excursion
to Romania to escape persecution is exactly the kind of thing that
would tickle the muse of the man whose songs we’re listening
to tonight. You didn’t seriously think you were going to get
out of here without us trying, however lamely, to tie our metastasizing
obsession with The Real World: Chicago to some music-object
we’d lately been fetishizing, did you? Silly goose, everything
is related to the fetishization of music objects. We thought you
knew that by now. |
