I'm sick of snark.
I'm sick of the word, I'm sick of the style, I'm sick of the people who have twisted the word (Dictionary.com defines it as " Irritable or short-tempered; irascible" ) to mean "crankily clever."
Snark has become a way of speaking, writing and being that tears down everything it touches. It signifies dissatisfaction with the world at large and a desire to cut down whatever lies in its path.
I am not a snarkster by nature. Granted, I have my moments. But a diet of "all snark, all the time" leaves me feeling as bloated and unhealthy as that "SuperSize Me" guy who ate at McDonald's three meals a day for 30 days and documented all of the horrific things it did to his body.
There's so much in the world that sucks. There's a great deal that deserves the snark it receives, but I can't help but think what a waste it all is.
What's particularly bothersome is the snarkiness of criticism, be it for books, movies, theater, music -- whatever. There's limited space out there; not every novel, film, play and album can be reviewed,( particularly in print forms as advertising dollars rapidly decline and available column inches shrink accordingly, but also on the internet where the space is there, but it's the manpower simply doesn't exist to review EVERYTHING that comes out). Why are we wasting it on negative reviews?
Yes, it's a critic's duty to share their honest opinion with readers, but it seems to make more sense to have a showcase screaming "See this movie!" and "Read this book!" instead of a series of articles ripping apart someone else's work.
Yet snark is the critical version of rubber-necking. It's decidedly more exciting to witness a brutal attack than a series of hyperbolic accolades. It has its place in society and culture and criticism. It's a style, it's an opinion, it's a distinctive voice. And what a sad place we'd find ourselves in if all reviews were full of fluffy praise.
So it's just that aforementioned "all snark, all the time" I find bothersome. I'm not advocating we transform into a "Chicken Soup for the Soul" culture. But where do those voices belong? And why is hope and positivity shunned?
It's fun to let a zinger fly once in a while. GOOD FUN. But what a sad, sad person it is who walks through the world criticizing everything without ever enjoying.
It's a nice feeling to sit back once and a while and say, "Man, that was good."
Lastly, just to let you know --
Bought one ticket.
Of course, lost again.