Remind Me the Value of Snark

I love to read, and I read everything that passes in front of me. I almost do not care what I read. Almost.

I can derive more nourishment from other people's words than from whole-grain-banana-blueberry-branmeal. My brain feeds on the sinewy morsels that I find on scraps of paper lying around the house or in grocery aisles. I have been known to read several books at a time: getting bored with one book (ADD people get bored easily), I will pick up another and others, returning to the original book weeks or months later.

I love our English language. I love discovering how cleverly people can use it – and how easily they can abuse it.

What I do not enjoy are the sarcasm and snark that adulterate the grain fields of contemporary literature. I will not advertise any tonight, and I am tired so this post will end shortly.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor. Honestly, how hard is it to say or write the opposite of what one means? And is sarcasm ever used for good? Is it ever used to make someone else feel good about themselves? Or to end social injustices, like childhood poverty or high cable TV rates?

Yeah, we don't feed snark to dogs around these parts. Sorry, I am tired.