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Do you ever get the feeling that really terrible music is like brainwashing?

As if, by listening to something it is the equivalent of eating packing peanuts (a possibility that won't end in stomach pumpings or death, surprisingly) for your brain.

What I mean is, you're killing your ability to think during it. You aren't learning anything new and all that you are doing is drowning any original thought you could possibly have by an endless loop of terrible lyrics. Your thinking is being done for you. All you have to do is keep those headphones on and choose to listen to this.

I worry some days about the thoughts I fill my head with as I stroll down the street. I am a big fan of some Really Terrible Music, although like any and every New Yorker, if you speak to me I will be a really Big Music Snob.

But the thing is, I recognize my terrible music for what it is. I'd never justify it to be anything that it's not.

Now though, as I'm starting to do things like wear deodorant without aluminum in it, cleanse my face with soaps, toners and lotions that do not have cancer-causing materials, clean my house with biodegradable/earth friendly cleansers and make my mac and cheese from scratch rather than from the box - ironically, it's the one thing I picked up that costs less than its bad chemical-filled counterpart - I'm starting to wonder about the things I put into my brain.

I don't watch cable TV or reality TV, but I do have a penchant for celebrity gossip. I read blogs. Hell, I read mommy blogs - ok, just one actually - and really, I have to wonder what it's doing to me to spend so much time involved in so much... mental packing peanuts.

So I'm attempting to stay away from my vices like Gizmodo/Kotaku, Myspace/Facebook/IAM and really terrible music as a sort of fast. I won't be happy until I go 7 days without.

I have yet to make it one full day that didn't involve drinking myself into oblivion.

We have a lot to work on here.

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This post has been retired to a lost portion of the internet.

Carry on.