When our kids know more about the Kardashians than the Constitution--
When Ke$ha's "Get Sleazy" tour becomes the favorite summer stop for the tween set--
When grown men share their girlfriends' concealer and eyeliner--
When parents name their children after appliances, fruits, numbers, and one of the five boroughs of New York--
When people nurture their virtual crops on Farmville while subsisting on Lucky Charms in their parents' basements--
You know we have a cultural meltdown on our hands (all of which I discuss in my new book).
Think you're immune to the fall-out? Not a chance. None of us is safe. Not even our pets. (Do you know who "friended" your Chihuahua last night?) Accompany me on a quickie tour of the seven rings of America's cultural hell.
Editor's note: This blog post currently reflects that there are five boroughs of New York, not five boroughs of Manhattan.