The explanations are legion, and none is likely to be fully satisfactory.

But the condescension from public radio, which Mitch "Shot in the Dark" Berg notes takes a particularly obnoxious form this time of year, is a contributing factor.
To listen to your broadcasts, we are on the precipice of a national mental health plague, something Americans only survive with the aid of therapy, drinking or an endless slathering on of (wry, fashionable-understated) cynicism.   A time of year where all ceremony is onerous, all family members are insane or intolerable, all travel is wearing, all human interaction is a layer of plastic fakery over a rotten, frothing core of anxiety and desperation.

That’s right – the Holiday season.

Public radio programming will be clogged with with newscasters droning on about seasonal mental health afflictions; with “entertainers” jabbering about the only kind of get-togethers any of them seem to have – ugly, dysfunctional ones; with obscure writers and artists elevated (?) to radio commentators, testifying to the ordeal we’re all about to go through.

Point taken, Public Radio – the upper-middle-class, over-miseducated, secular (wildly-disproportionally secular-jewish) crowd is exquisitely bored with the whole thing.
Yes. Public radio became irrelevant to me a quarter-century ago.  On occasion, if I'm on a road trip and the car radio is on scan, I'll lock on to a public radio station, and it's the nasal droning and the obscure topics.

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