Who Judges The Judgeman

Recently, I find my friends throwing around the word pretentious a lot. Interestingly, pretentious seems to go hand in hand with knowing a lot about a certain subject. One of my friends is a self pro-claimed “judgmental douchebag”. The other day he was watching a documentary about parking lots because other documentaries are obviously too main stream for him, and I found myself judging him.

This raised the question if he is a judgmental douchebag, and I judged him, what does that make me? I have noticed a pattern of myself becoming more “pretentious” lately. I mean I went to see the opera the other night, and my head was translating the original Italian that in it. I'm obviously just THAT cultured.

Also the longer I work on the radio station, the more I feel worthy of judging people based on what music they listen to. I can’t help it, it just sort of happens naturally. I’d like to claim this bad nature was just brought out by spending so much time around this friend who wouldn’t even date a girl because her name was the same as a certain car brand, but it’s simply not true. He may act as a catalyst, but I was probably just judgmental all along.

Everyone judges people on some level, whether it’s based on the clothes they wear, the music they listen to, or even the way they talk. Sorry but if you’re saying “bro” every other word, I’m probably going to think you’re not the most intelligent person in existence. The things I find myself and friends judging people for is a little ridiculous though.

A great example of this is Justin Beiber. Don’t get me wrong, I despise him with my very being, and assume anyone who considers what he does good music needs to get their ears checked. But, I begrudgingly admit that Justin Beiber at least has some music talent compared to some artist who are completely auto tuned these days. However, he should probably stay away from tweeting controversial things about abortion (see: Kanye West).

I almost wonder how the people who I judge perceive me. Some people would like me to believe they aren’t judging me at all, but I don’t believe this to be true. I’m sure with my own music taste people say things to themselves like, “Really he likes those bands? He wouldn’t know good music if it slapped him in the face” Or especially with the way I dress, “Who taught him how to dress? Rosie O Donnel?”. Hell maybe even, “He thinks he’s so much better than us just because he reads twitter updates from NPR on his android phone”.

Sometimes I think I just need to lighten up, but then I’m reminded by my other pretentious friends of the existence of shows like Teen Mom. Or the fact that Snookie is a best selling New York Times author. Actually, I guess Snookie’s book is at least making people read right? That has to count for something.

I guess it’s time for me to go back to reading Charles Dickens in my study while blowing into my bubble pipe.

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