There's one in there I only know from Lou Monte (although I think in that case, it's being applied to a fellow Italian, maybe a Sicilian) and a parody skit on a De La Soul record.
Voters have mostly unexamined and, consequently, jumbled ideological preferences, guided not by an understanding of partisan positioning or coherent political theorizing, but by gut feelings, based largely on their own idiosyncratic experiences and information sources.
I mean, I don't have anything against Taylor Swift, particularly, She seems pretty okay for a very deft writer and performer of pop songs and promoter and defender of her commercial interests in such. But I feel no obligation to treat her (or almost any other entertainment figure) as my friend.
Like, I have no doubt that The Wire is as good as everyone said, but after awhile, the recommendations began to feel like homework assignments and I decided I would rather watch Burn Notice. So I did.
The parasociality has been thrown into overdrive by the internet, more specifically internet video, more more specifically social media apps. One is not a fan of a series or a performer. One is a member of the retinue and must march forth to battle those who would besmirch one’s vicarious honor.
