Maybe I should just be a mass culture whore....

The thought has occurred to me often over the last three weeks that an alternative to getting my PhD someday would be to just be a mass/pop culture whore. I don't think I'm going to make a good scholar. I'm not motivated enough to be snotty. That sounds so bad. Maybe I should rephrase. Not all scholars are snotty, but they have to put up with a lot of shit. I like teaching. I don't want to hoard my knowledge away and bury it in a cave with a dragon....I wanna spread it around like sex in the 60's.

Admittedly, I love rooting around in the depths of my brain for cool research topics (working on two right now....the relationship between fairy tales and comics and a paper tentatively titled: Chick Lit.: Pop Culture's Princess, Literature's Bastard Stepdaughter). However, I think my interests will ultimately be better suited to publication in more mainstream venues. I wanna write a book like Catherine Orenstein's Little Red Riding Hood Uncloaked, and less like Bruno Bettleheim's coma-inducing musings. I wanna write for magazines, I wanna write for newspapers occasionally, I wanna write a novel and get the bitch published. I want to write for YOU and get paid.

In short, I wanna be Jennifer Weiner. It's been a while since I've gotten to keep up with my favorite author blogs, but since things are starting to become routine, I find that I have a minute here or there to catch up. Jennifer W. has her first book-to-movie, In Her Shoes, coming out in a few weeks. The book is great. Read it. Everyone. Now. The movie looks to be a star in the midst of Hollywood's recent flood of dreck.

Who's to say that I won't write a widely read and accepted book someday?? Weird shit happens to me.

Note: I don't think that all thinkers/writers fall into the category of Media Whore or Scholar. That's simply an oversimplified way of looking at it that amused me enough to write this post before I have to go teach developmental writing. (19 minutes and counting)

On TV: No TV.
Music: Rascal Flatts in my head, with a side of Bruce Hornsby
Reading: Diamond Age (Stephenson), Off With Their Heads (Tatar)