It’s not that I was completely unaware of the fact that the internet is largely populated with people who need help in telling the difference between a fork and a spoon. Or whose idea of great literature is See Spot Run (I always cry at the end too.) Or whose notions of sublime cinema run the gamut from The Flintstones (That Barney Rubble. What an actor.) to Fast Times at Ridgemont High. (Man, I so wanna be kewl like Spicoli.)
After all, I’ve been blogging 4 years and I’ve seen it all. And writing 1500-2000 word essays everyday as I do, you eventually get used to people not reading what you write, or not understanding what you write, or not being able to read what you write and simply say any old thing the pops into their empty heads in the comments. It’s a pet peeve but I am gradually getting to the point where I understand that it’s not really these people’s fault. They are products of an age where taking the time to read and digest anything longer than a People magazine profile on “The Sexiest Man Alive” just isn’t done. The effort is better spent playing World of Warcraft or downloading classic porn or watching reruns of Charmed. (Man that Alyssa Milano is so hot.)
Thankfully, about a third of us have the cognitive and reading comprehension skills to thrive in this milieu of ideas. And someday, we shall rule the world. To those of you who actually read what I write, took the time, and made the effort to comment intelligently (even though most of you disagreed with me), thank you. You know who you are.
And no, it’s not you. Or you. Or the two thirds of you commenting on my much linked post from yesterday. For you – even if you agreed with me – I say, don’t worry. The world will always need dental assistants, telephone solicitors, dish washers, burger flippers, and government workers. I’m sure that someday, you will find a place where your rather unique, um, skills will be utilized to the fullest.
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