John Mayer and other overrated white guys

Yes, John Mayer can play the guitar. He’s also a smug, self-satisfied pseudointellectual. Why do we still over men who are buying into their own bullshit?

Me at age 16 in 2002, unimpressed by the pretentiousness of John Mayer’s hit song “No such thing.”

I was 16 years old in the spring of 2002. It was a rough time to be alive, with 9/11 blindsiding us during my sophomore year of high school. But more importantly for the topic of this post, it was a rough time to be a girl. After the mid-90s rise of Lilith Fair, feminist ‘zines, and Sassy magazine, our cultural gatekeepers at places like Rolling Stone decided they’d had enough of this feminist crap. What we needed right now was Britney Spears on the cover of aforementioned magazine in her underwear clutching a stuffed animal, in a nod to “pedophilia chic” — one of the grossest cultural trends of the early 2000s. In any event, truly talented singer-songwriters like Fiona Apple were out. Smug white guys with guitars and pretentious NPR voices were ascendant.

John Mayer, in my opinion, has always been the worst of the worst. In 2002, he flooded the airwaves with these trite nonsense lyrics, and brooding, pretentious d-bags everywhere ate it up.

I wanna run through the halls of my high school

I wanna scream at the top of my lungs

I just found out there’s no such thing as the real world