Where do I go? Any number of places, really. Sometimes I'll get my fix from some salty talk with the boys down at the sailing forums, or thrill to the witty period repartee at the SCA. If I'm feeling really wild, I may even indulge in the decadence that is The Practical Manufacturing and Machinist's Forum (click the lathe to enter). I've had some crazy nights there, I can tell you.
But usually, especially when I'm feeling down after a particularly vicious barb from Wallsy or I've just watched my thread descend into a flame war between lbh and...everyone else, I'll pop on over to cnn.com looking for some reasoned, intelligent debate to give me some perspective. This week, I was recovering from someone's devastating use of the words faggot and "meh" in describing me, and came upon this article.
The gist of it is that our economy and housing markets are no so ridiculous that we have the largest proportion of middle class, employed homeless in our nation's history. Single mothers and retirees sleeping in their cars, going back to work just to pay for cell phone service so they can talk to their children, etc. All of the glorious trappings you'd think would go along with living in the greatest nation on Earth during its golden age.
And while I was initially going to post about what a staggering achievement that is, and how proud our children will all be of us, I am instead going to draw some attention to the conversation that followed the article, because try as you guys might to crush my spirit, it was the most depressing sequence of statements I've ever seen in text (aside from my Elementary School progress report...a Needs Improvement in manners? With all due respect, fuck you, Mrs. Maska).
To put things in perspective, there are arguments that can be made about why this woman is homeless (she didn't live within her means, she tried to hold onto an expensive house, she raised the kinds of kids who abandon their homeless Mom). But ultimately, I was forced to come to the grim realization they've got all the same commenters we do.
There's the unbridled cynics:
The people who have all the solutions, and yet fail to run for public office:
The people who hate the site but inexplicably spend their time reading and commenting on things there:
Even the guys who want to look smart:
If you really feel like getting pissed off, go ahead and read the rest of the thread for yourself. In the end, I guess what I'm getting it is that the whole thing made me kind of proud that over in these parts, we just argue about genitals and TV shows from the 80's. And though I may occasionally stray, in the end I'll always come back to the readers of the Cracked Blog (for the cocaine hookups if nothing else).
Don't ever change, people.
How did these hyper-specific tropes spread so quickly?
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.
It's easy to work the system and win these awards even if you don't deserve them.