1. Go to Vegas. The sheer faux-ness of it freaks me out. I have enough trouble with the surreality of Los Angeles; Vegas might just push me over the edge. I wouldn't mind visiting for a couple of hours, but considering it's 2,000 miles away, that hardly seems practical. Plus, I'm not a fan of losing money. Or buffets.
2. Watch According to Jim. I guess this counts as popular, seeing as it's been on the air since about 1956. There are a few sitcoms that are (I'm pretty sure) like this: Yes, Dear is another one. Who exactly watches these programs and why?
3. Move to the suburbs. I have actually woken up in the middle of the night gripped by the fear that someone will make me buy a house in New Jersey. Or Long Island (no offense). I grew up in what was pretty much suburbia and it was fine, but as a grown-up? I would never stop feeling like a misfit. That said -- I do enjoy those big supermarkets.
4. Read The Da Vinci Code. It just seems annoying. Plus, one of my dearest friends grudgingly read it and thought it stunk. That's enough for me.