Remember that old MTV series that coached socially clueless World of Warcraft geeks through a 10 week crash course in Cool in the hopes of making them into Prom Kings? The show was called Made, and it made me ill. It always aired the most outrageously trivial fantasies of American teenagers, broadcasting the notion that if you conform hard enough, you can be anyone you want to be!
Dumb until I discovered Dorothee Schamacher. The house, the shetland pony, the closet, the kitchen, the piano. I want to be her. I wanna be Made.