$ign of the times

Texas Stadium will come down this spring in a “Cheddar Explosion.” That’s the name that Kraft Foods has given to its promotional campaign for the implosion of the iconic structure. In its last act of 2009, the Irving City Council on Thursday unanimously approved Kraft Foods as the official sponsor for the demolition.

you can’t spell obsequious without IOU

Deep in the bowels of the Reagan White House, the future chief justice of the Supreme Court argued against co-opting the dignity of the office. It’s refreshing to see a public official stand up against corporate interests — seriously. Too bad we have to go back 25 years to find an example: I hate to sound like one of Mr. Jackson’s records, constantly repeating the same refrain, but I recommend that we not approve this letter. Sometimes people need to be reminded of the obvious: whatever its status as a cultural phenomenon, the Jackson concert tour is a massive commercial undertaking. The…

a new low for king kin

A few years back they sold their father’s words and image to a communications company — “I have a dream … that everyone will use Cingular wirless service.” This is worse: The family of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. has charged the foundation building a monument to the civil rights leader on the National Mall about $800,000 for the use of his words and image — an arrangement one leading scholar says King would have found offensive. … “I don’t think the Jefferson family, the Lincoln family … I don’t think any other group of family ancestors has been paid a…

mtv is evil, cont’d

Sullen emo (goth with less mascara and more fluid sexuality) girl and her Barbie doll mother don’t get along. Fake-tittied mom can’t understand; she’s just trying to look young so she can hang with her daughter. Besides, doesn’t she give her little princess everything she wants? After much manufactured angst, emo chick learns (is manipulated) to accept her mother for who she is. They go shopping on Melrose before a final, awkward hug. They’re a strained mix of pastels and darks — giggles and groans — but both represent influential demographic groups that spend a lot of money. If I’m to understand…

they say this cat shaft is a bad mutha …

Not long ago Pete Wentz told me one’s ringtone says a lot about who they are. He even wrote a song about it. I was inspired. Finally, last week, I found my identity. “Who’s the black private dick that’s a sex machine to all the chicks?” Must be for me. Actually, I appreciated the new ringtone more than ever after it made a cameo at the now-infamous tavern peddling those Obama/Curious George T-shirts. I was interviewing some of the more, um, conservative elements of Marietta’s white community when my phone started ringing. They were puzzled — “what’s a white guy doing listening…

pete wentz must die!

Radar Online’s Robert Lanham makes a strong case against millennials, who apparently think they’re as special as everyone tells them they are. Though the writer indulges in too many lame generalizations, I share his frustration with Generation Y’s unblinking surrender to commercialism. Today, when a hip band allows Outback Steakhouse to co-opt one of their most beloved songs, Millennials don’t call it selling out. It’s a cogent business decision. To Millennials, it’s perfectly acceptable to transform the lyric “Let’s pretend we don’t exist / Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica” into the jingle “Let’s go Outback tonight / Life will still be there…