Puns, and Inexplicably Self-Declared Experts
Some people simply do not get them.
I was going to make more of a point about puns here, but I realized I don't have to: If you're part of my audience, of my circle of friends, you get them.
On the other hand, this Guest Editorial in the NY Times confounds me. How does such a banal, pretentious, overwrought piece of tripe make it onto the Opinion page, and how can I get my banal, pretentious, overwrought pieces of tripe there? Did this schmuck law student actually think his bloviation was worthy of such a showcase? (Although, to be fair, he was apparently correct, or at least the editor thought so as well.) Or, inexplicably, did the editor cast a weary gaze out the window and say to him/herself, "Y'know what I need? I need some purple prose that disses puns and punning for no particular reason, and not very well. And it should have a few puns in it. Think I'll call Fordham Law School and see if they've got anybody who can do something like that."
I feel the same way whenever there's a book review on All Things Considered. Some late-college-sounding voice breathlessly informs me that this new novel of someone's trials and tribulations has fascinating characters and explores the range of the human heart. It's a modern masterwork, and the author (whom we never hear from again) is a brilliant new voice. This is NPR.
How do I get this gig?
What's your dream job? I've got it, at least in beta; I have to refine the output (the speed with which I create music) and the input (how much money I make).