It occurred to me this morning that I can’t actually remember watching Tiger King – the smash Netflix documentary about large cats and meth and sex cults (not in that order) that ushered in this past spring with a deranged energy befitting the onset of the pandemic.
I know I watched the entire eight-part series. I can, in very rough strokes, tell you more or less what it was about. I can even quote some of the show’s more memorable lines. I can’t, however, remember sitting down on my sofa, turning on my TV, and actually watching the damn thing. It’s weird.
Still, with Monday night’s Dancing With the Stars debut of series antagonist Carole Baskin — and contemporaneous infomercial bounty from the family of Baskin’s deceased husband Don Lewis — I’m struck by just how inextricably bound Tiger King has become with my sense of the past six or so months. I suspect that for the rest of my life I will — on a Freudian gut level — associate the pandemic with captive exotic animals and methamphetamines.
Which got me thinking: years from now (optimistic of me, I know) what will be the one piece of culture – popular or not! – from the past few months that you will forever associate with our pandemic existence? A movie, a show, a song, a (shudder) podcast. You name it. What piece of consumable media has lodged itself most solidly into the part of your brain you’ve given over to handling [gestures wildly at everything]?
Let’s get weird. Let’s get wild. Office Hours are open.
Update, 5:25 PM: Another hour come and gone, and once again, I’m reminded why Office Hours is one of the highlights of my week. Hopefully, when this is all said and done (there I go again with that optimism) some of us will look back and think “hey, Discourse Blog. That was a pretty nice respite from the daily indignities of living through 2020.” Dare to dream.
(pic via A24, PalmStar Media, Finch Entertainment, Windy Hill Pictures – Hail Paimon!)