who had no idea that Arcade Fire even existed.
This is related to my previous post about the new NYT bestseller list, which makes a distinction--an arbitrary one, I think--between physical and virtual books. Both items call attention to the weird divide between those people who get most of their information by reading it online, and those people who don't. That is, the divide between people for whom the virtual is not any less real than any other reality.
For people whose cultural knowledge comes from the internet, Arcade Fire is a famous band--indeed, for some of us, they're an overexposed band we're sick of hearing about. (Not me, btw, I still like 'em.) If you buy music on iTunes (or steal it from Mediafire, for that matter), learn about new music from YouTube, or read music blogs, you know Arcade Fire. For those who consume music in the more traditional ways--listening to the radio and buying CD's at record stores--you probably don't.
It's the former people, I think, who have also digested the idea that the ebook is roughly equivalent to the physical book (at least by quantitative, if not aesthetic, standards), and don't really get why the Times should separate the two. This isn't necessarily an age divide, or a political one, or even an educational one. It's cultural.
We've reached the point at which hip obscureness is large enough to no longer be hip or obscure--indeed, it's a new, parallel mainstream, one that Rosie O'Donnell didn't appear to know about. And was offended not to have been informed of. That she expressed this emotion via Twitter is an added complication I don't think I have the mental energy to even contemplate.