Shakespeare’s plays were written for the masses. They’re filled with dastardly deeds, violence, sex, bawdy jokes, and people getting drunk and making complete fools of themselves. Pit audiences in Shakespeare’s day were known to throw rotten vegetables if they didn’t like the performances. Not exactly your decorous, Broadway theater crowd. Yet, some 400 years after the first publication of one of his plays (Titus Andronicus), his work is considered to be great art.
So, does that mean in 2416 people will consider Fear Factor to be great art?
Things I think about when I’m watching Jeopardy
Could you imagine? Some futuristic grad student doing a thesis on “The Simple Life” and the widespread cutural impact of the phrase “that’s hot”. I will be glad to be dead, although if my great great great great grandkids are anything like me, they’ll write a nasty liitle post about how the inanity makes them want to find a nice place to throw up (in their uber high tech weblog, of course).
Well, that certainly puts my thesis (which is on Shakespeare, how original of me) in a more humorous light…