When I tell you that I don’t know the first thing about Game of Thrones, that is an exaggeration. I know less than that.
And when I tell you that I am clueless about Avengers: Endgame, consider this — I just had to look up what the actual title before I typed those words.
I am so un-cool and so danged proud of it.
In one instance, I did my best to try to keep up. There was a segment on 60 Minutes a few weeks ago about Game of Thrones, so instead of hitting the Fast Forward button, I hung around to try to access my cool gene. Didn’t work. Not only did I not find it interesting, I came to the realization that my time not watching this on HBO has been time well spent (if that is even possible).
There’s some goofy chair that looks like the sticks that fall in my back yard and a bunch of people running around in bad clothing in semi-darkness. Does the sun ever come out in this entire series? Plus it’s British and I can’t stand to hear a bunch of British people talk. I have a hard enough time understanding one of them, much less a lot of them.
As for the Avengers people, good luck with all that. I am so non-superhero it’s not even funny. Some of y’all just keep going back to the theatre to watch it again and again. Hey, I’ve watched Caddyshack more than 100 times, but I only paid for it once (there’s a whole semi-sketchy HBO acquisition from the early 1980s that I’d rather not get into right now).
Thankfully, everyone seems to recognize my un-cool-ness and doesn’t bother to engage me on either of these two vehicles that I know nothing about.