> Above all, you see the desperate desire for self-expression, the utter incapacity to get a point across, the dim quarter-awareness (less in the content than in the tone) of the bourgeois boy raised to believe that he has things to say that, in fact, he has nothing at all in his mind that’s worth the breath coming out his lungs, not that that’s going to stop him.
Omg, this is beautifully put. This is why I keep coming back to your writing!
I used to be a disgruntled culture war blogger. I tried to put art, humor, and style into my blogging. At one point I realized the Ben Folds song "Rocking the Suburbs" was about me and got miffed. Then, after many life experiences, I realized that Ben Folds was *right* and stopped blogging altogether. I hope this guy eventually learns, not to be a better stylist, but that he doesn't necessarily have anything to say.
> Above all, you see the desperate desire for self-expression, the utter incapacity to get a point across, the dim quarter-awareness (less in the content than in the tone) of the bourgeois boy raised to believe that he has things to say that, in fact, he has nothing at all in his mind that’s worth the breath coming out his lungs, not that that’s going to stop him.
Omg, this is beautifully put. This is why I keep coming back to your writing!
I used to be a disgruntled culture war blogger. I tried to put art, humor, and style into my blogging. At one point I realized the Ben Folds song "Rocking the Suburbs" was about me and got miffed. Then, after many life experiences, I realized that Ben Folds was *right* and stopped blogging altogether. I hope this guy eventually learns, not to be a better stylist, but that he doesn't necessarily have anything to say.