It's adorable, actually.

It's insane how many people, who are entirely and quite literally shallow dumbasses, can suddenly decide on a whim that they're likely to become some amazing, undiscovered, potential Hemmingway...or at the very least, believe that because they're taking the time to write, it's somehow not tripe. I think some of the blame resides in modern authors like Chuck Palahnuik. With they're simplistic, easy-to-read-and-understand writing style, the act of writing and being critiqued as "good at it" seems like a no-brainer. Who cares if I couldn't pass high school English? I know that the correct term is "regardless" and have no problem being a condescending douchebag if I hear anyone use it incorrectly, irregardless that those who make that mistake are my close friends with whom I spend all my time with, and am completely oblivious to what that suggests.

Whateverr. They're gay. I'm pretty much mad at the world right now for reasons that will remain undisclosed but are completely obvious.

Hmmm. Back to what I was saying. In all honesty, I do like Palahnuik as a writer. I mean, I find that his style is really...watered-down? for the most part, and I don't really like it that much. It's kind of insulting once I think about it, like the baby-book type sentence structure is all he believes the youth of today can comprehend without putting the book down; like he was thinking, "I mean it will be kind of a phenomenon for someone under 40 to even pick up the book, see all the words and not grimace, so I reeaaaaally shouldn't push my luck," but c'moooonnn. But idk. I guess I can see how his style might just be integrel to the book. A stream of conciousness. Insight into the sex addled, traumatized, and depressed man livin' in da city. Ehhhhhhhhhhhh.

But I do concede that thats the modern and happening style and that I should just shut up and accept it, I don't have to like it. But But! I do like his little moral lessons that he weaves into his new-age stylez. They're surprisingly quite thoughtful and thought-provoking and makes me belive he's one mod writer who knows what he's doing; that there's some substance.

Oh! I got it! Eureka! To me, modern writing is like an inverted steak.

In a regular steak, or an undesputed classic and brilliant novel, the steak is made up almost entirely of meat, or "substance," with a little frivolous fat woven in and around the sides. But in modern writing, it's like the steak is made up almost entirely of fat, with a little meat acting where the fat used to be.

Yes. And there you have it. I'm craving meat.