Is there anything more analog than a catalogue, thudding its way to your mailbox or doorstep? Indeed, the release last year of Restoration Hardware's astounding 17-pounder seemed counterintuitive, if not downright arrogant. It caused howls of protest among recipients who saw its distribution as a perverse and wasteful move.
Donald "Ratings Machine" Trump seems to have found his political groove. He is the Golden Boy, currently owning the airwaves, social media, and the polls, and even performing miracles -- like getting the American electorate interested in politics.
What makes the idea of aging rockers -- with flying hair extensions, tons of smudged eyeliner, and fingers full of gypsy rings -- seem so viscerally unappealing and cringe-inducing? Or is that just my own ageism and prejudice showing? Surely it must have something to do with rock's inevitable suggestion of -- and link to -- sex, drugs, and youth.