36 Reasons I Hate This
- It’s dumb.
- I’m writing it.
- Ergo, I am dumb.
- That’s not a proper syllogism.
- It’s dumb again.
- You’re reading it.
- Ergo, you may be dumb.
- That’s better, I guess?
- It makes a point that’s fully communicated by its headline.
- It’s a virulent form of narcissistic nostalgia.
- If it had pictures it would be much better.
- Ergo, putting effort into painfully elaborating things easily recovered by our self-indulgent memory is a waste of authorial dignity,
- since all you need is some pictures.
- But philosophy’s not my strong suit—
- Probably why I can’t stop reading these things myself—
- Something of a compulsion.
- It likely stems from my poor relationship with my own memory.
- In a healthy mind, thought would be organized in narratives and theories providing structure, drive, and satisfaction to our perpetually meaning-making existence.
- Instead, a perpetually fracturing swarm of media outlets devalues the importance of linear thinking and organic composition in favor of packets of apportioned attention.
- This emerging androidity transforms integrated thought into splintered pathways rutted by the compulsive need to click, scroll, and swipe past comforting reminders of our cultural patrimony,
- substituting the experience of punctuated self-appraisal for the flowing pleasures of well-tended stories and artful perspectives.
- It’s yet more false comfort to blame technological currents for this efflorescence of stupidity,
- But in reality it’s you and me.
- Probably mostly you.
- Especially if you share this or tack it up in your room.
- I’m sorry for stooping to insults,
- but I’ll leave the accusation hanging.
- No—take that back—reverse the premise.
- I created this piece of pseudo-intellectual clap-trap
- and theatrically flourished it from the get-go,
- when all I had to do
- was write the headline
- and forgo the guilt.
- I can be sorry I wrote this,
- but I can’t really be sorry that
- I’m dumb.
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A note on “Struggles with Listicles:” Since listicles are destroying civilization, I’ve decided to contribute to its development as an art form. Others in this series can be found here.
That became a kind of poetry at the end.
But listicles will be more widely read.
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