As I said elsewhere on this site recently, I've decided Hannah Arendt is the most important philosopher of the 20th Century.

Dear Baby, . . welcome to Dumpsville. Population: You.

As much as I hate the Kardashian Klan, and I do hate them . . . at least they aren't formally recognized as superior to ordinary people by virtue of divine birthright.

Pretty much. Except the concept of people held above others by divine birthright is extra repellent.

How about just accepting that music appreciation is almost completely subjective and just stop trying to pretend there is a meaningful basis upon which to determine what is "best" in categories among the countless performances, albums, and songs produced every year around the world.

That sounds almost as uncomfortable as when my Grandpa took me to a strip club.

I had the misfortune of flying a couple of times on Hooter's Airline. Cheap direct flight to Las Vegas, but man was it almost unbearable.

Was there a picture of a train? If so, . . COOL!

Almost all of my break up stories end in a restraining order. I can't pick just one.

Giant meteor?

Ewwwww . . . that wasn't milk.

I know. Right? That's what I'm saying. Why even let them comment? They are THE WORST!

I figured Literature, Peace, and Physics.

It's supposed to make it less frustrating to realize this is just par for the course as opposed to some unique or unprecedented snub.

The New Vaudeville Band over The Beatles and The Beach Boys, etc.

Meh. I'll just wait for Tyler Perry's Madea's Boo II.

I will never understand Americans fawning over Brit royalty.

Beyonce's Nobel Prize later this year will take some of the sting out of this Grammys debacle.

I assumed it had to do with a liver condition. But I might be wrong.

What do you not get about the Grammys? Crappy pop performers, songs, and albums is what the Grammys are all about.