But Frankly, I Don’t Like Your Tone

So, yesterday, apparently, my post was taken as evidence that I was angry and “always angry.”

This shocked the living hell out of me, as the precipitating incident to yesterday’s post didn’t even rise above “annoying.” I’m fairly sure the person I was interacting with had bought the gospel of literature as social work hook, line and barbed sinker. I’m fairly sure that she didn’t realize the “write to change the world” is just a “social marker” of “real literature” (i.e. that the writer has ha...