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There seems to be a problem at the moment (Well three or four in the last couple of weeks by my reckoning) with the kind of discussion that reads like a genuinely harrowing bloodbath, rather than anything remotely edifying, or even entertaining.
It's not so much what's being discussed, in terms of 'crap language' (in the *PC* sense or otherwise, though it's the latter that's more often the problem, IMVHO ) as the unpleasantly personal tone these discussions very quickly seem to be taking, ie, that if so-and-so's AUTHORI-TAH is questioned on any given subject, and that this is done, god help us, with a measure of wit (which is after all what, you know, some of us tune in for,) so-and-so will immediately go into some form of spasm all over the board, which will then necessitate another four or five pages of explication, helpful advice, hand-wringing, increasingly exasperated rejoinders from those less well-disposed to so-and-so, and mainly, very mainly, just more about so-and-so, in any given thread. The likes of Morph, Hawksmoor and so forth were at least quite funny, IMVHO - arguably an internet message board *needs* people like those guys for things to keep ticking along, in the same way that a healthy body needs the occasional flu bug to keep it's immune systems going (11!23!) The present situation, however, seems to be a bit different. As far as I can see, Barbelith as a whole, though individual members may feel otherwise, as is their right, really has no obligation whatsoever to *educate* anyone, never mind function as a proxy counselling service for people who, while apparently bluff and hale while they're out in *meatspace,* can't seem to process the idea that being so, I don't know, depressingly solipsistic, in a (crucially) uninteresting and ill-informed way has a knock-on effect in terms of poisoning teh Barb-experience for everyone else. In this respect, I'm especially unsympathetic, bitter old crone that I am, to individuals who carry on like this within a couple of months of signing up in the first place.
And I dare say I know what I'd do about it too.
I like to read Barbelith while I'm having my evening cocoa, but lately I've been sitting there, weeping tears of blood. |
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