Why are people so neurotic about This American Life. This review of the TV show in the New Yorker is particularly fretting
One is so reluctant to express any degree of dislike for “This American Life,” . . . that one’s inclination is to avoid the use of the first-person pronoun for as long as possible, in order not to be identified with any reservations concerning the show. . . One wants very much to like “This American Life”—to love it— . . . [a]lso, one is not proud of one’s feelings, and one suspects that the gnawing stomach acid sometimes released when one listens to the show is composed partly of envy.
I heard the people on the Slate's gabfest similarly worrying about liking TAL (yeah, I go there on the regular, TRL style). The consensus from these thoughtful people seems to be that since everyone likes this show, there must be something wrong with it that they can identify and, like the princess and the pea, gleefully fail to appreciate. "Oh, you like that show? I guess I can imagine why, on the surface, it's appealing, but I personally find it a bit smug?" Nancy Franklin manages to smugly dismiss TAL by calling it smug, a brilliant move in and of itself.
Why can't you just enjoy something without worrying what people are going to say about you? This reminds me of the guy I knew in college who never listened to Radiohead because "The people who like Radiohead just always rave about how great it is, it all seems like a lot of hype."
That's like a five year old saying "Yeah, I'm not really into the swings. I mean, the people who like the swings are so into them, it just seems like there's not all that much to them." What's wrong with liking something? Why do we constantly have to worry about what people think about our preferences?
I like Project Runway, Korean soap operas and Grey's Anatomy. I don't like any of them ironically, not even the Korean soap operas. Come on and sue me for liking garbage, but don't worry about why and how much you like things other people like too.