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spiralling collapse of modern western culture

Music: Snoop Dogg and Britney Spears collaborate in her latest video. Luckily I live in Japan, where this kind of thing can only reach me in little blurb banners from Hotmail, instead of being inundated by it at every newsstand.

Movies: Mrs. Doubtfire, a movie that should be praised for not backpedalling on the issue of divorce as a solution to dysfunctional marriages, but spurned for it’s portayal of parental stalking as healthy, is getting a sequel.

Television: Mixing trends for remakes with the wave of reality TV, The Real Gilligan's Island aims to take the old series and lowbrid it with Survivor.

Games: A Scottish company is creating a US$9.95 game in which players strive to accurately re-create the JFK assassination by playing as Lee Harvey Oswald. Cheap publicity stunt, or way cheap publicity stunt? You make the call.
“We believe that the only thing we're exploiting is new technology,” said Ewing, a former documentary filmmaker and senior executive with Scottish developer VIS, responsible for games like State of Emergency. He said he sent Edward Kennedy a letter before the game's release.

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