Not Even Worth A Yawn

Perhaps once every decade, something comes along that wins popularity, and I can understand the reasons, but for the most part, I have no idea why prize-winning, cash-grabbing books or films or pieces of music become hits. I look at these things, and I can only ask what other people have discovered in them that I cannot see, not even under ultraviolet light.

Then again, I can think of so many books and films and pieces of music that have made me want to crow from rooftops, jump around like a kid on christmas morning, rave at luckless girlfriends until their eyes roll up in their sockets, but to the world at large, these things I love are not even worth a yawn.

I have never understood this, and my failure gnaws at me.