Word: snarking
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Sometimes it takes a 3-year-old to teach you that you've been a ninny about sports. I've never really enjoyed figure skating that much. Traditionally, I've joined the quadrennial snark parade that accompanies the Olympic event. I've poked fun at the costumes and overwrought facial expressions in the name of "artistry"; I've pictured the judges taking bribes from skating officials right behind the kiss-and-cry curtain...
...point is not whether there is an embedded moral message to be found beneath all the snark and snideness in this show or any other. The point lies in the surprises that jostle us out of our smug little certainties and invite us to weigh what we value, whatever our faith tradition. I'm reminded of the furor over kids' reading Harry Potter, which some conservative Christian parents rejected because the books dealt with magic and witches and wizards. I never understood why J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis' witches and wizards got a free pass just because the authors wore...
...Gamely venturing into this sea of snark, a brave minority offers fulsome compliments of Obama and the Nobel Committee's judgment. "Barack Obama? Nobel Prize for Peace? Yes, we can. Good choice. Hope and change should be encouraged," declares @smackfairy. @arkeis says, "Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize! I might just cry with joy *but I won't*. I still believe in him ... but ... it's time to get moving dude." (Read "Why Winning the Nobel Peace Prize Could Hurt Obama...
...consider himself a gossip columnist; he preferred fact over rumor and straightforward prose over snark. His staccato dispatches almost always began with a cheerful "Good Morning." Toward the end of his career, after Archerd had traded in his typewriter for a computer, Variety rechristened him "Hollywood's original blogger"--a title that perhaps best describes his tireless approach to covering what he called "the most exciting city in the world...
...easy to keep the faith these days. If pollsters are to be trusted, the number of regular worshippers has been descending steadily Hades-ward over the past few decades. A magazine exists promisingly titled The Believer, but it’s more packed with soft-pedaled literary snark than glory-be’s. And sure, there’s a Bible Belt, but its extensive coverage by the liberal media has a lot to do with the fact that it just seems so darn quaint. It’s enough to make those folk so inclined throw up their...