REALLY, PEOPLE?

Cheap Whine from a Bitter Vineyard

No, self-help and inspiration porn didn’t win the writing contest — because that isn’t writing. It’s typing. There, I said it.

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Sigh.

I would like to be kind about this, but there are times when honesty is more important, and this is one.

For a place populated, virtually speaking, by grown-ass people, there sure are a lot of emotional 6-year olds on here complaining about the results of the Writer’s Challenge.

No offense to 6-year olds.

Did people really think some of that “5 Things Billionaires Do Before Breakfast” shit was gonna win? I mean, I know there are folks who binge that stuff like Rudy Giuliani at an all-you-can-drink buffet, but damn.

And do some of y’all own stock in Tim Denning, for fuck’s sake?

Or were you expecting some snazzy listicle to take home the top prize?

Were you disappointed that all four prompts weren’t won by the same piece, extolling the virtues of “side hustle culture,” which signals the DEATH of the traditional WORK/SPACE, the obsolescence of which now means no one will ever need to RE-ENTER a cubicle again?