OK, confession time. (I was going to post this on PostSecret, but AdFreak came a-callin’.) I totally would have rocked the World Series of Pop Culture, now airing on VH1, if they’d only given me a chance. A few months ago, my wife and I and a friend (who will remain nameless—I mean, really, who doesn’t know that Han Solo won the Millennium Falcon from Lando Calrissian?!) tried out for the game show in Chicago. Amid contingents from Michigan, Indiana and Ohio, we took the test (team name: Quigley Down Under, because if you can’t name yourself after a bad Tom Selleck movie, what can you name yourself after?) and were one of only a few from our group to make it to the “interview round.” But apparently I just don’t “pop” when it comes to TV, because they didn’t call us back the next day. Too bad, too, because I totally would have won the Windy City round and made a serious run for the $250,000 grand prize. Unless they asked what vegetable was called a “vile weed” on Seinfeld. (Broccoli.) And watch out, because I’m studying for next year already. My new team name: Easier on the Couch.
—Posted by Aaron Baar