For those of you who are not writers and who think you can escape my ominous words (self-knowledge, after all, can be a frightening thing), let me tell you this: The works of art that you love and naturally gravitate to—plays, movies, books, etc.—are also means by which you can reveal you to you.
Instead of hiding your Backstreet Boys CDs every time you have a dinner party, I encourage you to sit down and take a long, hard look at what having Backstreet Boys CDs means. It may lead you to enlightenment, or it may very well cause you to have a complete nervous breakdown. So be it. "An unexamined life is not worth living," said Madonna. Well, okay, Socrates said it first, but I am more prone to listen to Madonna. (For those of you who must know, she sings that line on her criminally underrated Dick Tracy-inspired album, I'm Breathless.)
—Reporting From Glendale, California