Every now and then you learn something about yourself that makes you reevaluate your life, question your core values, and ask, “Is nothing sacred?”  I’ve recently had such an experience.

Oh, I’ve flirted with it for years.  My initial reaction was completely negative.  I thought it crude and pointless.  But I admired the willingness to take on issues no one else would touch, even though their methods seemed puerile and offensive.  And crude, crude in content, and crude in execution.  It seemed to cheapen the art, taking a great leap backwards in technique and sophistication.

But occasionally I’d cruise past and find myself drawn to what I was hearing; a clever phrase here, a penetrating observation there.  I found myself lingering and appreciating for the first time the nuanced dialogue and complex characterizations.  I was forced to reevaluate my original response.  Had I changed?  Had I become desensitized?  Or had I finally recognized the layer of sophistication always present beneath the orgy of flatulence and projectile defecation that is Southpark?

Additional analysis is required.  I’m grasping the nettle.  I’m watching every episode of Southpark.

Egad!  What next?  Will I start wearing my hat sideways and speaking in cant?

- Pizzle