If the Arctic Monkeys and James Morrison can’t get any traction in the USofA, why must we be subjected to lowest common denominator Posh Spice?

We just don’t get those English acts where style trumps talent. Where if you crack the insides of a celebrity you get crack, or air. I’d say you can see right through Posh Spice except for the fact that she’s so damn skinny you don’t have to. You can see quite clearly on either side of her.

Now who says the Spice Girls are entitled to a return engagement? Certainly not the public, not over here on this side of the pond. They were one hit wonders, no different from Tiffany and Debbie Gibson. Do you really think late teens and early twentysomethings have so much nostalgia for their prepubescent years that they’ll pony up a hundred bucks to see five women lip-synch to recorded background tracks? Can you say "of the moment"? That’s what the Spice Girls were. Even their one big hit, "Wannabe", gets no airplay today, because it wasn’t that good a song. What next, a New Kids On The Block reunion?

But the mainstream media needs a story. Something to run up the flagpole.

You’d think that with all the hatred directed at Paris Hilton, even on MTV, that the media would wake up and realize we’ve got contempt for these vapid no-talents. But that isn’t the case. In yesterday’s L.A. "Times" there was a whole damn section devoted to Posh Spice.

Which is positively startling if you’ve been following the strange saga of the newspaper that wanted to be America’s #2. I’m waiting for the day they bill me for the L.A. "Times" and nothing arrives on the doorstep. They joined the Opinion and Book Review sections into one. Kind of like "Fader". You flip one over, and voila, you’ve got the other! In mini-tabloid form. Just to make sure you don’t get too much intelligence with your Sunday morning cup of coffee.

And the magazine? That’s now down to once a month.

But they’ve got a whole new photography section. Didn’t anybody at the L.A. "Times" get the memo? That "Life" has died for the final time? And even "Life" had more words than this section.

And do you really think people reading the paper want to see this shit? Isn’t this for Web-surfers, over at TMZ.com?

But it’s not only the L.A. "Times". Which might be forgiven because Posh’s husband is coming to play soccer in L.A. But what’s NBC’s excuse? Why does Posh get a full hour on TV? They won’t report casualty numbers from Iraq, but this blonde-bimbo wannabe, she gets full traction.

And what is a Posh Spice?

Her real name was Victoria. Victoria ________? Oh, never mind. We’ve forgotten her original last name. She’s now a Beckham. Like that guy who was in that cute movie, that broke Keira Knightley’s career. But pro soccer don’t mean shit over here, and even the mighty Man U shipped Beckham off to Spain, saying he was over the hill.

We got Pele when he could barely play. Now we’re gonna get a pretty boy past his prime and this is going to blow up professional soccer? Isn’t this like saying all those classic rock acts touring arenas and sheds are going to save the record business? There’s a market for has-beens, but if you’re growing something from scratch, you need new talent.

Well, is soccer growing from scratch here in the U.S?

Don’t tell Phil Anschutz this. This force of will is trying to stuff the sport down our throats. Mmm…isn’t it interesting that the L.A. "Times" took a dive when they had a for profit section on Staples Center, where Anschutz’s teams play? Who’s zoomin’ who here? Who’s really in control?

The media has become like the government. Corporations rule.

Who said Posh Spice was important? A woman with baseball-sized boobs glued to her chest, who looks like she hasn’t eaten during this century, she’s the new role model for young American girls? Why isn’t NOW or maybe even Rosie O’Donnell out there protesting this travesty of hype?

Probably because nobody’s really paying attention. Only the media that needs a story to sell to its advertisers. The public doesn’t care.

Do me a favor L.A. "Times". Next time, just print a picture of a hanger, that’s all Posh Spice is. She’s even dumber than most models.

Uneducated, created by the knife and sporting an unending desire to be famous, she trumps everybody with an education, everybody who believes you make the best of what you’re born with, who believes that who you are is more important than what you look like?

The media is so out of touch with the American public it isn’t funny. It’s no different than their support of the Administration in the run-up to the war. They want to be in bed with the rich, they want to go to parties with Posh Spice, or her handlers/sponsors. They want some of the overflow of fame, just like Judith Miller cherished her White House access.

The media used to be independent. Forging its own stories. Coming up with its own stars. Maybe they’re complicit in this Posh Spice hype because no one’s working at the papers anymore. Or most of the media. They’ve laid off most of the worker bees in the hunt for profits, to satiate Wall Street, and all that remain are out of touch millionaires, who think what their brethren fat cats tell them is happening truly is.

But it’s not.

The mainstream media has lost touch with the public. And that’s why it’s in such trouble.

If you want the edgy stories, you’ve got to go to the Web.

And if you want to know what’s truly happening, you’ve got to have friends, and surf the Internet. But, these executives and "reporters" are more in touch with Bloomberg than Facebook. They don’t know that the public now rules. That people don’t like being dictated to. That they’re rejecting the faux stories being rammed down their throats.

Posh Spice doesn’t really have to die. But the stories about her do. She’s just another sports star’s wife. No more, no less. Squeegee her off the public radar PLEASE!