I despise pretentiousness. It is a sign of sheer weakness.
It is very rare you come across a good writer, even rarer if s/he is completely without airs / snarkiness.
Local journalists should just be concerned with consistently churning out pieces that will still resonate ten decades on (i.e. lose that self-important, me-so-clever tone), instead of worrying if they get invites to the ritziest parties of the minute.
The plot’s lost on them—they’re not in it for the writing but the parties and hobnobbing / getting chummy with people who will not even remember them the next morning. It's utterly pathetic.
There are just too many of these ________ (fill in favourite expletive) people around that I need to turn to foreign magazines for fodder now. Very tiring to peruse local flotsam, yes.
Why so serious?
Because Heath Ledger was, Kurt Cobain was—anyone worth anything would be.
