In the Woody Allen film “Hannah and Her Sisters”, intellectual painter Frederick (played by Max von Sydow) scoffs to his wife, “Can you imagine the level of a mind that watches wrestling?”
Oh if only I wasn’t some cretinous wrestling fan. Then could I tell Frederick to go screw himself.
It may surprise Frederick to know he and I aren’t that different. We both immerse ourselves in something that has an acquired taste. We both sacrifice many hours and countless dollars on it. And it’s something that appeals to various people for several reasons.
On some level Frederick is right. I’m a fool for loving something that at times can be the purest of puerile entertainment. Continue reading »