I wallow in the crass, the banal, the mundane.
I feel no shame at all in in cleaving to the middlebrow.
And I derive great pleasure and satisfaction from the impotent spluttering of those who think they are my betters.
This is my declaration of independence from the tyranny of pretension and snobbery.
This reminds me of stuff I’ve said before: I don’t know why we like it when other people like the stuff we like, or why we lothe it when other people like the stuff we hate. I don’t know why we’re wired this way, but we are. Somehow I enjoy my ham sandwich more knowing that you love ham sandwiches too. People are funny.
A related quote from C.S. Lewis: