Saturday 3/9/24
On Facebook, I see thousands of interchangeable, talentless writers. They all do the same basic, generic, meaningless shit, the same way. All that changes are the names atop the page or on the front cover. (By the way: Next time you're in a bookstore, if you ever even go to them, check out the covers on a front table. See how they're all the same? Most of them don't even have images. That's how stock they are. It's just text in a slightly different but mostly similar font. The Print Shop 1984 approach to book covers. It's all the same rote, interchangeable shit.) Here's how one of them describes themselves and what they do:
Writer/educator explores the beauty/tensions of language and place.
Could you say something more generic that says less? What do you do? Oh, thanks for asking, I explore the beauty/tensions of language and place. Whatever the fuck that means. Then I teach other idiots how to sound just like I sound.
Here's a description of a book from someone else. Writing like this, having no talent, and being the same as 150,000 writers with no talent who write like this, will get you a book deal with a major:
Meet Fiona Shannan, an Irish girl seeking a new life. She finds more than one, reinventing herself time after time, one step ahead of disaster. Her motto: "To do a great right, do a little wrong."
It's all so bad. So much fucking nothing. There is nothing here, nothing in any of this, and it's all the same.
You're telling me AI couldn't write that book? Couldn't write all of these books? AI could do a better job living these lives.
Here's something from Facebook dating:
You must believe in science: the earth is not flat and vaccines work.
Above that she writes:
I read, sing, laugh, cook, & spend time outdoors everyday. I'm always doing something.
But apparently you're not always believing in grammar Ms. Everyday, and I don't need to know how it works either if I'm into vaccines? Cool.
She concludes by saying:
You must not have voted for Trump or at least know it was a major error.
That's funny, right? She's a scold. Wants her pound of flesh based upon whom you might have voted for. Won't ever let you forget it if you didn't vote the way she wants you to vote. You have penance to do. Contrition to express. It's shrive-time, motherfucker!
This is how people end up alone, even more dead inside if that's possible (and it is always is), getting wine-drunk every night--not everynight--and fingering their cats.
I'm a cat mom.
Of course you are.
