a joy and a pleasure (i.e. respite from the internets)

Been following up with some fashion-y posts on Crystal Renn, and getting rather down about the state of the internet, and like, humanity and shit, y’know? God, people are assholes. (“She’s fat” –“No she’s not” –“She looks like a linebacker”– “You’re fat” —  “Bite me”– “Booooobs” — “Huh?”– “No, you” — “I bet you just eat Hostess Cupcakes and drink buckets of bacon grease all day” — “What are you talking about? You don’t even know me??” — “The public don’t want to see models the size of houses. Her ass is huge” — “She’s a great model who walked for Gaultier and battled an eating disorder. SHUT UP!”, etc. etc. etc. ad fucking nauseum).


Why I read the inane comments is beyond me. It’s likely the same impulse that prompts me to turn on Fox News while on the treadmill because it just makes me so mad. As Charlie Brooker said:

There’s no point debating anything online. You might as well hurl shoes in the air to knock clouds from the sky. The internet’s perfect for all manner of things, but productive discussion ain’t one of them. It provides scant room for debate and infinite opportunities for fruitless point-scoring: the heady combination of perceived anonymity, gestated responses, random heckling and a notional “live audience” quickly conspire to create a “perfect storm” of perpetual bickering.

Which is precisely what makes nice exchanges of genuinely talented people who respect and admire each others’ work so refreshing to read. It shouldn’t be an anomaly, but there you have it. Soon we’ll all just be flinging shit and boogers at one another in real life, never mind from behind the protective wall of anonymous commenting, e.g. the refuge of cowardly assholes.

Frank Black squeeing over Richard Ayoade and the IT Crowd is a very nice antidote to all that pointless squabbling.

To which Mr. Linehan had written, “Woke up this morning to this. It was the bestest morning ever. (Although I hope he knows I wrote Ted with Arthur Mathews).”

Linehan’s blog is here. Mathews’ Twitter is here. And the _amazing_  Sound Opinions guys interview Frank Black here.*

*Listen to that latter one. If you ever thought a bad thought about Mr. B, you will rescind it immediately.  His take on surrealism — “How do I come up with this shit? Man, I don’t know!”

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