I work with children and young adults, and it is a source of huge satisfaction and enjoyment. I am however, wary of the march of time, and the need to keep my relationship with the people I work with both relevant and appropriate. I have noticed that as I passed 40 that things started to change. I no longer knew, or cared, who was at number one. Any brief flirtation with a soap opera was replaced with a real opera. Books became beautiful again, and music....well music was always there, but the breadth of what I listened to became huge. Whilst all this was happening I was also working with kids for the first time, and if I do say so myself, I thought I was pretty good at it. Something is nagging away at me though. Simon Cowell. What? I hear you say....Simon bloody Cowell! Well it's not so much him as such. It's just that I have noticed that conversations are going on around me, and I cannot have an opinion. I have simply never watched an episode of the X Factor. I cannot help it, but I find shows of this kind to be dreadfully tedious. The formulaic panel with their faux arguments, and even more faux (If that is a phrase, and if it is not it still works for me) facial features. The apparent lack of anything approaching originality, and the desperate panic should anyone dare to look at all human. The patronising way that the contestants are dealt with and pushed into seeming mental illness. The constant reminder that there is no substance, and only surface. I hate it! I loathe it and I detest its very existence....but here is the nub of the problem; I feel I ought to watch it. I feel that if I am at least aware of some of the acts, that I might continue to appear slightly relevant to the people on whom I rely for a living. It is a dreadful quandary, and I know not what to do...perhaps just one episode will be enough to put me off for life?
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