I joined an online book club. I figured it would be good for me to read a book and discuss it, since I'm always reading and craving a post-discussion. I'm about 50 pages from the end of The Tortilla Curtain. I hop onto the message board to see if maybe I can chat about how Delaney didn't realize how incredibly prejudiced he was until it was inconvenient to be open minded. Every discussion on this board is horribly targeted to "Those dirty Mexicans" and "I hate everyone illegal." Um, so you read a book that makes you cry because people felt that way, and you still feel that way?
I hate ignorance.
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I think you just pigeonholed the reason I ended up studying lit as opposed to doing something productive and more lucrative with my life... I can force people to have intelligent conversations with me on literature that I choose to force people to read, and if they don't, I can flunk them.
That, and after two years of working at a suicide hotline, I decided I didn't like people enough to want to deal with the crazy ones every day.
How's things? I figure whining is entirely justified now that it's officially 'spring' and I've got snow on the ground. All the snow came late and we got 10 inches the day before St. Patty's day.
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