By Pentadact

I’m not partaking of the upsurge of inter-linked So You Want To Be A Games Journalist pieces that the awfulness of this one has caused, I guess because I see its two main offputting features as its self-indulgent subject matter and mind-boggling length. I haven’t read it, will never read it, but in attempting to find the URL for that link I caught myself ingesting a few sentences, and the gag-impulse to vomit a correction or mockery was violent. Despite over-writing pathologically myself, my favourite internet acronym - one I think is an enormously powerful positive force towards better writing - is tl;dr. If I ever feel in a position to lecture you on how to be more like me, please ignore me. And if I feel an article you weren’t going to read anyway demands a parody that is almost as long and requires you to read the tedious original to appreciate, restrain me. But if it occurs to me that a particularly catchy Jeffrey Lewis song is appropriate, please accept it into your hard drive.

The appropriate response to something foul is not to ingest it. If you already have, it is more polite to regurgitate privately, into a bucket.