I Hate You, Pop Culture.

Today while sitting across the kitchen table from my 6 year-old cousin Savannah I was very pleased with my bowl of cinnamon Life. It tasted good and had just the right amount of milk. I like a good breakfast, and so it seemed like my day would start off great. Then Savannah decided to inform me on a bit of pop culture. I'm busy reading the amount of asorbic acid in my cereal off the back of the box when Savannah promptly states, "Love is a battlefield." I glance over my box and and almost cough up my cereal. I raise my left eyebrow as I often do when I hear something that is absolutely fucking rediculous, but I reign in the horses of argument and I calmly ask "where did you hear that?" "I heard it in a song." Savannah says. Great. Just what I need. Pop culture ingraining kids as young as 6 with obscure and vague statements about reality like "Love is a battlefield." I don't claim to know what a battlefield is like through experience, but I think that there is a bit of difference between the feelings of angst and discomfort that a 15 year-old experiences when trying to write shitty poetry for English class about the girl who doesn't like him and the feeling of having someone unload a clip of bullets at you while trying their goddamn best to put each and every one of them through your head.