In all my writing reports, blogging, and texting, the font had little to do with the story or content of a report. Sure, sometimes I got enamored with a certain style, but style is meaningless without content. Content is the driving force behind all writing, so unless you’re an E.E. Cummings, the way the words look on a page matters little unless the font isn’t readable.
I understand that sometimes style or elegance is more important to some, especially since who actually reads these days? We’re all skimming, looking at the pretty pictures, and the words are just in the way. We’ve given our brains a time out from actually thinking and comprehending words. Those damn words just get in my way, taking time away from my daily doom-scrolling and making me engage my brain into thinking. Heaven forbid that I actually have to do some thinking. Critical thinking is gone, ran away, and not to be found anywhere. I’ll just crowdsource everything from medical advice to the best barber, supermarket, and that chicken recipe with the veggies and sauces.
Better leave the thinking to the AI in the sky and don’t be bothered with the simple details like the truth. Too much bother, after all, I’m very busy doing as little as possible. Oh dear, is that me sleeping at an important meeting again? So, I’m off to the market to buy some groceries (great word, just learned it last week). I’ve secured a second mortgage (fantastic rates) to pay for them. Or better yet, go fishing and actually eat my catch. Save big bucks there, and the fish are too many and no one will miss them when they’re gone.
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