Hayden Jonas-Cyrus

Hayden Panettiere's feature in an unfortunately perused recent People magazine wherein she chatted about her car and her favorite bottled water put me in mind of a 1950s Photoplay. Well, kids, I do remember a time in this here Republic when people objected to being fed manufactured celebrity blather. Of course this time coincided with the Pet Rock/Rubik's Cube years. But I digress. And I dilute the power of my argument. Not for the first time. To paraphrase the Journalist's Checklist: Where is the ability to discern entertainment from noise? Who is Jon and Kate? Why does Disney get to decide which music white suburban teenagers listen to? When did so called outrageous behavior that no one can be bothered to be outraged by qualify as interesting? How long have I been asleep? What?