Just some chick.
What I guess A.O. Scott is deploring is the demolition of the Great White Man, not a real person, of course, but an icon overhanging America (the West?) for many generations. The male's larger body, heavier musculature, higher level of aggression, and team spirit were needed to fend off attacks and attack others during most of human evolution, but industrialism and capitalism produced machines, especially light lethal weapons, which had rendered that body's specialties practically superfluous by the beginning of the 20th century. There remained the moral image, and that was demolished by the just critiques of the feminists, the Civil Rights movement, and the hippies. Big Daddy has indeed disappeared, and the need to become adults has indeed descended upon us all. About time, too.
Oh, that Eco article slayed me. I love the tragic yearning of Krazy Kat so much!
Granny Clampett ought to kick A.O. Scott in the nuts.
By davidwatts on Take Time
TWO roads diverged on the internet
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it ended with me having a twitter argument with emily gould
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
I kept my take close to my side
and did not force it onto the net
to crash and clamor and fight for eyes
And that has made all the difference.
I have these people, nearer at hand than you'd ever want, in my family. Gun lovers. Hyperkinetic Christians for whom the Constitution is the True Scripture. They hate Jews but love Israel. "Obama" is a vile epithet; Bush was a pantywaist beholden to his Daddy. Afraid to Act.
They're folks who are after everyone five feet beyond the perimeter of their property's barbed-wire fence. "Property," by the way, is forever being taken from them, and the altar of the unrealized at which they kneel.
Hitler fascinates them. He was a nasty man, but brimming with Ideas. If you scrunched up your eyes and didn't think too hard about it you would see, how he could be One of Us.
He did Bad Things, but he had his reasons.
I would totally watch a SketchFactor competition reality show.
Allison, stop trying to make 'sketch' happen! It's not going to happen!
"and what are comments threads but catnip to those most eager to judge most harshly, and most unfairly?": Oh come now, we're not that bad, are we?
I think I agree with Biddle. The notion of consulting an app to find out where I might be in danger from "sketchy" characters strikes me as comically preposterous. I hope I'm dead before my instincts get that dull.
"'I live in New York now,' the doomed entrepreneur - a Los Angeles native who now lives in the West Village - added 'with a laugh.' 'So almost nothing's sketchy to me anymore.'": This too strikes me as comically preposterous. I too am a Los Angeles native. As it happens, I spent several days in NYC last month, my first extended stay there after years of just passing through on my way elsewhere. And I walked for many hours and miles all over Manhattan from Central Park south and for a day over in Brooklyn. What struck me most forcefully was just how un-sketchy practically everywhere I went was. It's a far cry from the NYC of 1970s movies like "The French connection" and TV shows like "Kojak". That NYC, fairly drenched in sketchiness, held a certain fascination for me as a middle-class child in suburban LA; it seemed a lot more interesting, albeit a lot more dangerous, than my bland environs of tract houses, strip malls, and freeways. I'd heard the city's greatly changed, and sure enough, as I walked around it, parts of it felt almost Disneyfied to me. I was left with the impression that a great tsunami of money has washed over the city, drowning nearly all the sketchiness and probably more than a little of the liveliness, although it's still a fairly lively place.
I'm from Buenos Aires and I say eat 'em all!
I think I get your drift here, but honestly? It's NPR, for crying out loud. How much more are you sealing yourself in your own amber if you let its algorithms hum along with your "tasted" choices?
Not that I'd do it, though. I like the chaos of an unscripted sensibility that mirrors my own.
And P.S.: Don't go getting ideas, Awl Network Peoples. You don't run What A World anymore.