Watched the Grammy’s last night. Seeing everyone trying to one-up the other in the “witty and clever tweet” department reminded me of this piece posted to the Times on Saturday.
It feels as if we’re all trying to be a cheeky guest on a late-night show, a reality show contestant or a toddler with a tiara on Twitter — delivering the performance of a lifetime, via a hot, rapid-fire string of commentary, GIFs or responses that help us stand out from the crowd. We’re sold on the idea that if we’re good enough, it could be our ticket to success, landing us a fleeting spot in a round-up on BuzzFeed or The Huffington Post, or at best, a writing gig. But more often than not, it translates to standing on a collective soapbox, elbowing each other for room, in the hopes of being credited with delivering the cleverest one-liner or reaction. Much of that ensues in hilarity. Perhaps an equal amount ensues in exhaustion.
Saw this movie last night with the girlfriend. Really liked it. A really good movie, and after seeing it, I’m glad Spike won the Golden Globe for screenplay. Well directed and written, and great performances from Joaquin and the rest of the cast.
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