Ah, Wal-Mart. My eternal foe. Whenever I feel there is something wrong in the world, Wal-Mart is always somewhere on my list of scapegoats. It could be a plague in Malaysia, but somehow, Wal-Mart must be connected. They're just that evil. Or maybe I'm just that delusional.
Anyway, one of my continuous rants about Wal-Mart is there policy on music. As a reaction to the creation of the parental advisory label, Wal-Mart made it a company policy to never stock music labeled explicit, requiring all such music be edited for content before they would carry it. Thus, for years I've been forced to spend far more money at other stores or travel long distances just to find the same cd my local Wal-Mart carries, because the Wal-Mart copy has been edited to ribbons. They'll sell R rated movies filled with sex and violence, but a record says one too many naughty words and its banned from the store.
That's my standard music rant. However, today I found myself further frustrated by a specific Wal-Mart, my college's local Wal-Mart. The music section is so pitiful that for the last month I have not been able to find a single new release that I know my home town store carries. Further, Wal-Mart is the only place in town that actually sells new music, with the next closest place being a 40 minute drive away. So, someone who tries to blog about music and writes about music for the school newspaper is left with no decent avenues to get new music.
Did I mention I hate Wal-Mart?
1 comment:
My husband hates it, too, and I'm not a fan of the one near our apartment. But I thought the one in town was OK.
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