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Entertainment is the water we swim in. It is the ritual that helps us disconnect from the anxiety of existence so we can reconnect with ourselves.

Does the movie have a plot hole the size of a Death Star? Fine. Is the podcast host slightly misinformed? Whatever. Does that Netflix adaptation ruin the book? Probably.

There is a prevailing snobbery in film criticism that says: If you know the ending, it isn’t art. I call bunk. AsiaM.23.01.10.Song.Nan.Yi.And.Shen.Na.Na.XXX.1...

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see if that guy on the survival show finally manages to start a fire. The suspense is killing me. What is your ultimate guilty pleasure piece of media? Drop it in the comments—judgment free zone.

Here is my controversial take for today: Stop feeling guilty about your "trash" entertainment. Entertainment is the water we swim in

You might not watch Euphoria , but you watch the TikTok breakdowns of the makeup. You might not play Five Nights at Freddy’s , but you watch the 4-hour YouTube essay explaining the lore. You might hate the Star Wars sequels, but you love watching critical reviews of them.

The text is dead; long live the paratext. Popular media has become a shared lexicon. When you say, "That’s what she said," or "I am the one who knocks," or "I’m just a girl," you aren't quoting a show. You are using pop culture as a shorthand for human emotion. Does that Netflix adaptation ruin the book

You want to watch a man get yeeted off a cliff by a giant dragon. Or a real housewife flip a table. Or a tiktoker rate airport bathrooms.