Joseph Epstein once wrote a great essay about being "out of it." It's basically about his tendency not to know what's going on in pop culture and how, even though he didn't intentionally set out to become ignorant of such things, he's happy he has. It's a great essay and resonates with me, though, when applied to my life, it's not just the pop culture, it's the culture at large: I find myself increasingly happy not to know what's going on in our entire warped culture, finding a certain solace in Tolstoy's "family narcissism" and not sure, in this bedlam called "America," there's any other other non-religious solace to be found.
