Roger Cohen dials the crotchety up to 11.
It is tempting to call this unctuous ooze of status updates and vacation snaps seeping across Facebook and Twitter and the rest information overload. But that would be to debase the word “information.”
Now I was determined to get through 2012 without doing a peevish column, not wishing to appear cantankerous or curmudgeonly, determined to be sunny and youthful as the times demand, but everyone has a tipping point. Mine occurred when I came across this tweet from Claire:
“Have such a volcanically deep zit laying roots in my chin that it feels like someone hit me with a right cross.”
Good to know, Claire.
Cohen has a semi-valid point here (tho I think a professional op-ed writer is the WORST person to make it). But to be fair to Claire, that’s pretty funny.
What’s less funny is the self-important smugness that follows in the comments to Cohen’s article.