It’s been around for a while, but the genre of television-delivered brain atrophy therapy known as the high school drama keeps intruding into commercials. Granted, my viewing of those commercials implies I am already undergoing a less potent form of the same therapy. Nevertheless, I am compelled to comment on that particular genre to my ones of readers.

I am reminded of the Bruce Springsteen song, Glory Days. It is an upbeat tune, but listening to the words is an exercise in depression.

I think I can make a general description of those people whose glory days occurred in high school: sad. I understand that there are exceptions. Many Olympic athletes certainly did attain a certain glory at that age, but for the most part the rest of us find it completely forgettable. I think we do our children a serious disservice by allowing them to believe that high school soap opera and sports will have any lasting interest for them later in life.