I was reading up on the latest cast of Dancing With The Stars because I have no idea who most of these “stars” are (and I will be recapping the *gulp* seventeenth season of this  dreck show), and I came across a sentence that made me simultaneously shudder and lose faith in all of humanity: 

Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi is a proud new mom as well as the New York Times best-selling author of A Shore Thing, Confessions of a Guidette and Gorilla Beach. 

Snooki is a New York Times best-selling author. Which means she not only wrote words, but she wrote words that a whole lot of people paid money to read. That is…depressing. Snooki is entertaining in a I-Hope-She-Remembered-To-Wear-Underwear-Oh-Whoops-Maybe-Next-Time kind of way, but that’s what reality television is for, right? I mean, do we really have to infect literature with the likes of Snooki? What’s next? Memoirs of Honey Boo Boo?

Reality television personalities already have a fairly substantial platform, so maybe a small portion of the spotlight can be reserved for…learned folk. In other words, let the Snookis of the world do the Cha-Cha in sparkly spandex, and leave the literature to the professionals.

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