Though it was huge when I was growing up, I’d never heard of Fame, the 1980 musical set at the New York High School of Performing Arts, until a few years ago. But pretty much every girl I’ve ever met pisses her panties at its mere mention.  This is the trailer for the remake, which opens in September.  America’s endless appetite for singin’ and dancin’ is seriously starting to creep me out.  How long will it be before renting a private karaoke room with four or five of your friends is considered a perfectly normal activity like it is in Asia (which is clinically insane)?

And can we please stop glorifying performance arts high schools?  Do you know anyone who knew exactly what they wanted to do with their lives at the age of 14?  Or anytime before they were 20?  I hate those people.  When I was 14, my priorities were 1. Go through puberty  2. Touch a girl’s boob (preferably with her girl willing) 3. Foil a robbery, and 4. …Profit?   The last thing the world needs is more people whose only skill is making art. They’re like a vast pool of disgruntled jazz-hands mercenaries.

[via Buzzsugar]