Yesterday I linked to my friend Andy's CL cover story on local bloggers. It's a well-written, informative piece. But that doesn't matter to an assortment of sore losers whose biggest complaint seems to be they weren't included.
Making lists is not journalism Andy. It's just pretty bullshit, and it has nothing to do with the state of social media community in Atlanta. You're a snotty little dipshit reporter who can't tell a story without layers of baby snot blown all over his silly copy, to disguise the fact that there was simply nothing newsworthy in that cover story.
I cannot comprehend what compels "journalists" to "compile" "lists." To each their own, I suppose, but the point you're missing is that you and others in the MSM are no longer the arbiters of what is and isn't important to people. And you never will be again. Get used to it.
The problem with these types of lists is that feelings always get hurt because it's impossible to be inclusive. To Andy's credit, each blogger he lists is worthy of attention (although listing a former CL editor and columnist is specious). However damning the overall Atlanta blogging community (labeling it "dim") and treating the city as if it has some sort of lock on navel-gazing blogs is lazy and pathetic.
(You're right -- journalists should never hurt anyone's feelings.)
Others are angry that Andy dare criticize fellow bloggers.
That's the both good and bad thing about blogging. You might think reading about someone's lunch is crap and a waste of time - someone else might think the exact opposite. Neither opinion is more or less valid than the other. We each decide what has value for us, and why.
Naturally, Duane was offended:
I didn't realize that there was a specific rule of thumb regarding blogs, and I especially didn't realize that those of us that dare use our own personal websites to discuss things about ourselves made us neurotic or self-obsessed; in fact, I kind of thought that was the fucking point of having the personal blog in the first place. I guess that little jab was at all of us that dare use our blogs as personal weblogs, to ponder our own things. Perhaps we should be doing that which the "upper crust" does; sit around and poke fun at everyone else.
Addressing the second point first -- taste is not always subjective. If you like PT Cruisers, or think Lindsay Lohan rocks, that's certainly your prerogative. Just as it's mine to say you have crappy taste. That's a big problem in our PC society: no judgments, no criticism. I encountered this at film school; our professors were way too positive. No matter how listless the script, we were showered with adulation. Better to tell me "your script is shit" than have me waste nine months on yet another pointless inside Hollywoood parable.
And where's the love for the bloggers mentioned in the story? All were deserving. Instead of sour grapes, why not be happy that some neighbors in the blogosphere received some pub?
It's instructive that many of these whiners found it necessary to rag on Andy, insulting his work and deriding him as a member of the dreaded MSM, which in blogspeak is like calling someone a faggot. It's now clear he made the right choice in excluding them.