The First Column

Nov. 7, 2012

I don’t know what this column is about.

There I said it.

And I’ll say it again: I don’t know what this column’s about. I thought you deserved to know.

So, why keep reading? We’ll get to that. As long as you keep reading.



I was approached by The Beat’s staff to write a weekly column about the music scene on campus. I respectfully declined; as much as I would love a weekly outlet to voice my opinions/grievances/annoyances/excitements/and various quandaries about the meaning of life, I couldn’t do that if I was limited to talking about SUNY Purchase’s music culture. Because, as I’ll be the first to tell you, I’m not that involved with it.  There’s no way I would have something to write about every week beyond saying, “I went to the Stood this weekend and had to duck out of Whitson’s after three and a half minutes because I sweat very easily and also observe a respect for people’s personal space that others seem to have a hard time reciprocating. Also, the music was very loud and if I got back to my room in time I could catch The Golden Girls on Lifetime.” But no one would want to read that. (Unless you would in which case I wish you had hired me three years ago. And also, maybe we should date.)

But, the good people at The Beat turned around and said, “Okay, so what could you write about?” I thought about it and told them that I know what people are talking about. (And maybe that’s true and maybe it’s not. Look, I really wanted my own column, okay? We all dreamed of being Carrie Bradshaw in middle school didn’t we, boys?) I told them that I have my finger on the pulse of pop culture and that each week I could deliver a column that would examine something in our society and show how it illuminates how we live now. (I didn’t say it that eloquently because, unfortunately, you don’t get to draft things before you say them in a conversation which is why I have a grandma who has asked multiple overweight women when they’re due.)

But, before we move onto that, who am I and why should you care to read my various musings? (And, by the way, I encourage you to read these with Sarah Jessica Parker’s voice in your head and picture me writing them on an old black Mac with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth. (God,Sex and the City 2 was awful, right?)

Hi! I’m Scott Galina. (That might sound weird coming from SJP. Sorry!) I’m a senior here at Purchase double majoring in Drama Studies and Journalism. I grew up in Rockland County – about 40 minutes north of Westchester and home to the PALISADES CENTER!!!!!! – more specifically, Suffern. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. (I really love Sex and the City.)

I live and breathe pop culture. I really do. Not to brag, but I probably wouldn’t be this overweight if I didn’t spend so much time on my computer checking all my sites.

While I try to consume as much as possible when it comes to entertainment and the news, there are certain areas I excel at. I love Madonna. I love Lady Gaga. Yes, you can love both and yes, these are trying times for those of us that do.

I love documentaries. I love Glenn Close. I love any TV show on Bravo. (You can catch my Real Housewives recaps on my personal blog. Do you guys like when I plug my own stuff? If you do, follow me on Twitter!) I love award shows and I love Broadway musicals.

That’s not to say that I don’t pay attention to things that happen in other galaxies of the pop universe. As is my duty, I will discern what it is that people want most to read about and then write about it to the best of my ability. (Unless it’s the Kardashians because I just don’t get it. Sorry!)

It’s my hope that we can make this column a place where you come to learn a little, laugh a lot, and fight over whether or not Anne Hathaway deserves to win the Oscar for Les Miz in February. (I’m telling you right now: She does and how dare you imply anything different.)

Until next week!