Although I nuked my Twatter account because that place is a craphole and I don’t enjoy working for free in a place where I’m the product, one cannot completely isolate himself from the miasma that follows those places. And what would be the fun in that anyway?
Have you ever stood in front of a cinema complex, slack-jawed as you read the titles of the latest movies and the dreams and fantasies they promise, and thought to yourself, “I’d rather sniff nails than pay to watch any of these?” You are not alone. Have you ever wondered why old-time film critics, although sometimes pedantic, seemed knowledgeable and scholarly while the current critics, young YouTubers, and assorted criticasters seem kinda brain-damaged? It’s not a delusion, and you are really on to something.