Guest blogger Virginia Heffernan pens hilarious satire of herself on the "open web":
cf. Pierre Bourdieu
A few months ago, tired of coming across creepy, commodified content where I expected ordinary language, I resolved to turn to mobile apps for e-books, social media, ecommerce and news, and use the open Web only sparingly....
Imagine a sci-fi universe in which every letter, word and sentence is a commodity....
The insultingly vacuous and frankly bizarre prose of the content....
As a verbal artifact...exhibits neither style nor substance....
These prose-widgets are not hammered out by robots, surprisingly. But they are written by writers who work like robots....
[under] exhausting and sometimes exploitative writing conditions....
Oliver Miller, a journalist with an MFA in fiction from Sarah Lawrence [LOL] who once believed he’d write the Great American Novel [ROFL], told me AOL paid him about $28,000 for writing 300,000 words about television, all based on fragments of shows he’d never seen, filed in half-hour intervals, on a graveyard shift that ran from 11 p.m. to 7 or 8 in the morning.....
“Do you guys even CARE what I write? Does it make any difference if it’s good or bad?” Mr. Miller asked his boss, one night, by instant message. [emphasis added]
Mr. Miller says the reply was brief: “Not really.”
cf. Pierre Bourdieu