The Last Century

I had lunch today at Bennigan's for some reason, probably because I like the taste of their "cajun" shrimp and steak special they have goin' on. It's not really a cajun flavor, its "cajun", an attempt at being Louisiana tasty, but it isn't. The texture is undefined, salty, and not overly spiced, which is as far from cajun as creme brule'. I pilfered a Wall Street Journal from the pile of papers at the entrance to my place of employment, because half of them go to businesses that don't even exist at this address anymore, and sat down to read, eat, and have a leisurely lunch.

They play 80's music at Bennigan's, not entirely sure why, but they do and I find this to be a source of dismay and amusement. All the songs have been burned into my brain, and I can hum them to myself and occasionally mouth the words as well.

Then there was despair. "I Love Rock n' Roll" started piping into my consciousness and I felt a sudden sense of loss that permeated my being until it struck me that I miss sitting on the couch watching MTV getting all excited and leering at the "bad girl" Joan Jett as she gyrated in her music video. For many years I lusted for her, desired to drool upon her exposed skin and have her play her guitar to suit my own personal whims while I reclined in a chair made of the softest chamois her money could buy.

Those urges and flights of imaginative fancy are long gone. Why? Certainly not becaue I have grown up, or my unsubliminated teenage sex drive has eased up over the years. No, all that nonsense is still there, lurking in my brain. Its just bored with it all. These days, you can see "bad girls" all over the media, waving their exposed skin and I do not desire to drool upon any of it, much less have them perform for me in the privacy of a shared room because I wouldn't be able to stand thirty seconds of their real live selves.

It's a shame, really, that I can no longer be pandered to by media blitzed cheap flooze. I used to enjoy it.