The other day my daughter said, “Oh, mom, you’ve got to
watch this You-Tube video!” So, she played it. I frowned. The singer sang in an
off-key monotone about the order of the days of the week.
I said, “Um, I don’t like this. At all.”
Daughter said, “Yeah.”
Me, with a very confused look: “Why are we watching this?”
Daughter, laughing: “It used to be the most disliked music
video on YouTube.”
Me, feeling sorry for the poor girl who recorded the song: “We’re
watching this because it’s so bad?!”
Daughter: “Yeah. Apparently, she’s making a lot of money.”
Me: “Money? How is that possible?”
Daughter: “Not everyone hates it. And they buy it.”
Me, incredulous: and speechless...
Daughter: “Or people that hate it—buy it. There's a distinct possibility that she made it bad on purpose so she could get lots of attention for the song.”
So that’s where we’re at…being really bad at something is a
way to be cool? And it’s a great way to make money. (This seems to be a trend lately...I could mention a certain
book that’s very, very popular, which I’ve been told is horrid, but I won't because that would be giving it more publicity.)
And here I was trying to write well. Maybe I need to rethink
that. Or not.
