Sometimes, with all the affection the phrase can muster, my girlfriend will refer to my tastes in films and movies as pretentious. If it’s meant as an insult, I think I’ve finally found the one defence that can’t be argued, proof that I can reconcile high and low culture and not look down on everyone else.
I’ve started getting into pro-wrestling again. I don’t watch RAW or Smackdown, but I do listen to close to four to five hours of wrestling podcasts a day, reviews of wrestlers from years past that I actually remember, or coverage of historic events. I will declare this to the world, without a shred of irony or shame. And now my girlfriend has to stop calling my tastes pretentious because there is no way someone who follows what is essentially carnies telling dumb stories of sweaty men who can’t swear for real on TV has any drop of pretension.
