Ranting and such

It has been very clear to me of late that a normal life as they call it is in truth a pretty fucking horrible way to spend your years. If you were to equate years to currency then you would consequently have to equate a normal life squandering about 25% per cent of all the money you'll ever get, then going to Matalan and buying EVERYTHING. Quite honestly it would probably be far more interesting to turf your nice, normal long term girlfriend and start going out with some shrill, terrifyingly feminist slab of lead in one of those weird woman business suits, even though you know that if you ever asked her what was for dinner one night you'd instantaneously be met with a self-righteous, resolute reply of 'YOUR PENIS!'. And no, that's not any kind of euphemism.
I know that the average pessimistic ranting columnist will often go on about how there's too much fear in our lives through the media but I've found that the overwhelming torrent of terror alerts to get ready for and totaliterians to seethe over has desenitised us to that sort of thing. You find yourself curiously indifferent to the shiny new disease epidemics that are obviously going to kill everyone and their mums like the last one did. I mean, short of a total nuclear war or a zombie outbreak you're unlikely to end up being truly scared by a product of the media unless you're being raped by a Predator. If it continues to escalate my ultimate nightmare may well come to fruition, which is that when the war starts you'll have people standing on their porches with bombs dropping left right and centre calmly asking what the fuck's going on (they're having to ask of course, because the power's out and therefore the fountain of knowledge that is BBC News is unavailable).
Media's gone a long way to teach us what normality is and the answer still seems to be that it's a nuclear family, although it's matured a bit since that concept was first invented in that now if you're a gay black transexual retard you can still have a happy family life, so long as you're happy ever remaining a comic relief character. If you follow the belief that anyone who compares TV to real life is a fool, they're a fool because unfortunately that's pretty much everybody. It's difficult not to be victimised by media, even if you feel like you're rebelling against it you've probably gotten half the inspiration to do so from some disgruntled columnist or DJ and the other half from satirical TV shows. Don't feel so sophisticated anymore do you, you nihlistic walking codpiece. It's all fairly damned amiable but it appears to be the wave of the future so you might as well stick with it, however depressing that is on face value. My personal way of doing it is to just be critical of everything and almost never be indifferent, enthuse all I like and demonise all I hate, it works for me because if I get into one of those spirals most people just stop listening to me so I can say whatever I want. That doesn't involve hating loved things to be contrary mind, I'm just being human, I think that X-Factor is shit because it's moronic, not because loads of people love it, I understand the appeal of it, it just doesn't appeal to me, especially after the last series rendered the accoustic classic 'Hallelujah' a song that will forever be played at thick people's funerals.
This is all very well but what is this mildly geeky, self criticising teenager with an unhealthy fetish for women's feet getting at here? What I'm getting at is that blasting the way the media works is ultimately a circular argument and therefore pointless, you can't fight fire with fire so using a newspaper or even a blog to bash the thing that spawned both of those mediums as a hypnotic overlord with a million unrealistically beautiful faces is an excercise in futility. Media's here to stay, my only wish is that it didn't make normal life seem so chronically boring.