Is it possible to be a feminist who listens to misogynistic rap music? An intellectual who loves reality TV? Or a proponent of social justice who buys clothing made by Cambodian children who earn 50 cents an hour? I certainly hope so.

I’ve decided that my life is one big, ongoing contradiction. While I project the image of a sophisticated female with good taste, I feel that I’m one of the most degenerate members of society.

I am a parasite of mainstream American culture. I feed off of it. I may go to a selective university and come from a loving two-parent household, but I pretty much have no standards when it comes to what I watch, buy and listen to.

I will watch absolutely anything that comes on television. Like most of my peers, I like sitcoms, “Project Runway” and anything Anderson Cooper is involved with. But I am also very much invested in a number of shows that probably signal the downfall of society.

The explosion of reality TV indicates our country’s unhealthy voyeuristic tendencies, a lowering of standards and an overall demise of morality. For me, it means that there are always a slew of shows for me to watch.

Probably my favorite genre of reality TV is the dating show. There are shows like “Next” and “Elimidate,” which give daters an opportunity to go through dates like a chain smoker goes through cigarettes. Because that’s how life is anyway – when you’re looking for love, you’re always presented with a bus filled with people who are all attracted to you. And if your date with any of them takes a turn for the worse, you can easily end it. That’s why they call it reality TV.

And then there’s music, for which I also have no standards. I particularly like rap music, but nothing trying to convey positive moral messages. I want to hear about objectifying women, consuming copious amounts of alcohol and using welfare checks to buy designer clothing.

My love for all that is terrible doesn’t stop at pop culture – it also extends to my shopping habits. I feel I have no other option but to buy shirts made from printed cotton blends at Forever 21. Their clothing may be tantamount in quality to Kleenex sewn together by dental floss, but it’s all about convenience.

Really, I think that my low-brow tastes are a result of my surroundings. America isn’t exactly a country of quality. All you need is a famous parent and a pretty face to get a record deal. Television shows are devoted to figuring out who the father of one’s unborn child is. We have former action movie stars in high political positions. George W. Bush is our president. So it’s not my fault.

People need to take America for what it is. If you want quality, smaller food portions and fuel-efficient cars, move to France. Don’t wake me up from my American dream with your complaints.

I’m proud to live in America – land of the free, and home of the depraved.