It was the Y2K-adjacent midpoint between the door-to-door salesmen of the boomer era and the present-day dystopia of A.I.–enhanced robocalling — the last few years before American credulity (and disposable income) was decisively strip-mined by post–9/11 disillusionment, the emergence of the internet, an economy that seemed to lurch from crisis to crisis, and, well, petty cheats like me, the bedrock of this nation.
That’s some of the worst wannabe Cory Doctorow edge lord crap writing I’ve ever read. I’m surprised the author was able to resist the urge to use the word “sheeple”.
That's a gem of a sentence? It reads like someone wanted to sound like The New Yorker, so they overused their thesaurus and wound up just sounding insufferable.
Write in your voice. If this person actually speaks like that normally, I'm glad I don't know them personally.
Not everything in the world has to be written like a manpage.
This was an excellent piece that was well written in a unique and engaging style - almost like a Chuck Palahniuk book or something. Written words and spoken words are two very different things unless you are a dullard and want the world to be reduced to a brief conversation.
It was the Y2K-adjacent midpoint between the door-to-door salesmen of the boomer era and the present-day dystopia of A.I.–enhanced robocalling — the last few years before American credulity (and disposable income) was decisively strip-mined by post–9/11 disillusionment, the emergence of the internet, an economy that seemed to lurch from crisis to crisis, and, well, petty cheats like me, the bedrock of this nation.