Most of us are familiar with people who make a fetish out of quality: They read only good books, they see only good movies, they listen only to good music, they discuss politics only with good people, and they’re not shy about letting you know it. They think this makes them smarter and better than everybody else, but it doesn’t. It makes them mean and overly judgmental and miserly, as if taking 15 minutes to flip through “The Da Vinci Code” is a crime so monstrous, an offense in such flagrant violation of the sacred laws of intellectual time-management, that they will be cast out into the darkness by the Keepers of the Cultural Flame.
I love people who rant about "The da Vinci Code." They take themselves so seriously it makes me smile. It's this awesome attitude which essentially amounts to "how could you like that?! Stupid people like that!" as if the stupidness is in imminent danger of rubbing off.
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