Help, I am a trash liker

Am I a cultural pariah?

I honestly think I have good taste. At least when it comes to fashion, I know the ins and outs. And oh yes, I also studied art history on a dreary Tuesday, so I can hold my own in that area as well. But suddenly I find all sorts of things enjoyable that apparently disgust all of the Netherlands.

I enjoyed (and recognized a lot in) Five Live , but apparently I was the only one. I can hardly say it anymore because it’s a mockery and ridicule.

Then there is Blonde, the biopic about Marilyn Monroe. I found it beautifully made, but I can’t say that anymore because it’s a fictionalized biography and apparently all sorts of things have been added that did not take place or would have taken place, because I wasn’t there. But neither were the makers of the film.

When I was studying, I liked to watch Goede Tijden, Slechte Tijden. Cursing in church was less bad than saying in the lecture hall that RTL 4 was on at 20:00. I was also a fan of Ischa Meijer's interviews. When I mentioned that during a practical class, everyone choked on their vending machine coffee. But that, dear people, turned out to be a life lesson in hindsight. Because when Ischa passed away, he was suddenly pointed out by all my classmates as the great master interviewer. I found it lame to say that this was a bit different a few years earlier, but I did learn from it. Just stand up for your opinion. High and low meet each other in a blissful middle. My middle. Like that.