Thanks to Netflix, I have now checked off the last film left on my Rated R movies list from middle school. My parents were crazily adamant about not letting me watch Rated R movies, so I started a list of them and vowed that when I turned 17, I would begin the process of renting them all. The last film left was The Adventures of Sebastian Cole, a prime example of pre-Entourage Adrian Grenier flick. I can't really remember how I found out about it, as it came out in 1998 and was an "independent movie". And I lived in a small town called Cape Coral, on the coast of southwest Florida. Which was culturally depraved.

Ain't it interesting that most of my cultural exposure back then came from Seventeen, Rolling Stone and MTV? I'm pretty sure I read about this movie in Seventeen. All of these things used to be so cool during my childhood. Then the boy-band, pop-slut movement took hold of the entertainment industry, and it all went to shit.

I blame everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, on that phenom...enon. The situation this country is in now, culturally, socially, economically, environmentally - it's all linked back to this boom in bubblegum pop. Paris Hilton made it worse. Miley Cyrus is making it worse-er. And God, I hate this wasteland.

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