DisConnected: Bob Morris Resolved To Be a Cranky Old Man

We usually like Times columnist Bob Morris, even if the highbrow homo resides in a decidedly different social strata than The Operator. But when we read his snide column on New Year's resolutions, only one question came to mind: Who pissed in his Crème fraîche?

Morris is coming at us all swinging. To Wit:

"[I]the words of our commander in chief, I’m the decider, and I decide what’s best. In a self-serving spin on tradition, here are my New Year’s resolutions. For you.

Get off the computer and back into the recliner. Networks and cable television companies are spending millions a year devising entertainment with story structure and character development to keep your attention. They’re also devising clever new ways to spin 'reality.' Show them some respect. Leave the computer and get back to the TV where you belong."

No fan of the fact we were nominated Time magazine's Person of the Year, Morris wants us (and you) to "[G]ive up the blogging. All you emo teens, militant 12 steppers, sexual conquistadors and fetishistic foodies: enough with the unsolicited opinions and diaristic diarrhea. Remember that just because something happened to you doesn’t mean that it’s interesting. There are plenty of self-important professionals like me who are paid to have opinions and rarefied tantrums for the reading public. "

Maybe so, old man, maybe so. But if we don't blog, who's going to pick on all you "self-important professionals" who put on your cranky pants before typing out your column (on a manual typewriter, no doubt) every week?

Read the full article here.