Articles like this always tend to rile me. Here we have a 36 year old guy in an artificially faded Superman T-shirt, looking wryly into the camera as if to say 'Here I go folks, deftly unpicking the fabric of our cultural tapestry YET AGAIN' - and then, out it comes - some trundling, witless piece written with all the spark and nuance of someone resitting their GCSE Writing to Persuade exam
And then you finish the article and look back at his sad eyes, and realise he probably desperately wanted to be a real journalist, but didn't quite make it. So now he just sits with his laptop, attempting to bully a teenage popstar 20 years younger than himself, branding her fans as 'rejects' whilst churning out some listless, tired piece that offers nothing to anybody. What's the point eh.