'Jersey Shore' season finale recap: Travolti da un insolito destino nell'azzurro mare d'agosto

Jersey Shore may be a bottom-feeding show created by a network that has spent 30 years perfecting the art of bottom-feeding. It may feature a cast of vagrant alcoholic robo-people who have made -- and will continue to make -- untold millions of dollars by metaphorically dancing naked on a metaphorical dance floor flooded up to their metaphorical shins in metaphorical syphilitic emo-vomit. It may be a monument to everything that is terrible in modern youth culture, post-post-9/11 America, and the human soul.

But this does not mean that the show is not entertaining. Nor, for that matter, does it mean that the show is not important. Sometimes, the silliest dregs of zeitgeist popularity can speak volumes about Where We Are Now. Even the most vapid pop song, or the most unnecessary big-budget blockbuster threequel, or the most poorly-written vampire novel can teach us something important about the culture. A seashell is just a seashell, but if you hold it up to your ear, you can hear the sounds of the distant ocean. Read More...



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