Weep, I tell you
Today, during a meeting, a co-worker said of a document that was being passed around* "it's ok, I guess, but I don't think anyone's going to want to read a big chunk of text like that".
The paragraphs in question probably weren't more than 100 words each. To put that into perspective:
this paragraph has 96 words:
Of course, all the above things can be turned into drama, if you loose your shit and start screaming about it. After all, someone loosing it is inherently interesting. For instance, you could flounce into the wedding ceremony and plop yourself down in the front row, hissing rebuttals at your wife during the vows, make a big showy apology in the receiving line, and then loudly insist that someone switch seats with you because you refuse to sit with your wife. Again, people are going to be talking about cousin Billy’s wedding for years to come.
And this 104:
And yet, for all the sex (and there is a great deal of it, quite possibly as much as half the word count of the original book is here devoted to explaining exactly how Darcy uses his “engorged member”) it is possibly the least erotic thing I’ve ever read. The combination of bodice-ripper sex and the author’s attempt at Austen-style language left me feeling like I’d just read one of those fake marriage manuals written by an anonymous preacher’s wife. The addition of numerous latin terms did not in any way help the impression. And now I’m going to inflict a sample on you.
These are not huge blocks of text, really. Is the modern attention span really so degraded? I told her that her assertion stabbed my soul. Then we all had a good laugh, in a "isn't the Word Girl funny with her quaint, antiquated ways" sort of way.
::sigh::
*not written by me
Today, during a meeting, a co-worker said of a document that was being passed around* "it's ok, I guess, but I don't think anyone's going to want to read a big chunk of text like that".
The paragraphs in question probably weren't more than 100 words each. To put that into perspective:
this paragraph has 96 words:
Of course, all the above things can be turned into drama, if you loose your shit and start screaming about it. After all, someone loosing it is inherently interesting. For instance, you could flounce into the wedding ceremony and plop yourself down in the front row, hissing rebuttals at your wife during the vows, make a big showy apology in the receiving line, and then loudly insist that someone switch seats with you because you refuse to sit with your wife. Again, people are going to be talking about cousin Billy’s wedding for years to come.
And this 104:
And yet, for all the sex (and there is a great deal of it, quite possibly as much as half the word count of the original book is here devoted to explaining exactly how Darcy uses his “engorged member”) it is possibly the least erotic thing I’ve ever read. The combination of bodice-ripper sex and the author’s attempt at Austen-style language left me feeling like I’d just read one of those fake marriage manuals written by an anonymous preacher’s wife. The addition of numerous latin terms did not in any way help the impression. And now I’m going to inflict a sample on you.
These are not huge blocks of text, really. Is the modern attention span really so degraded? I told her that her assertion stabbed my soul. Then we all had a good laugh, in a "isn't the Word Girl funny with her quaint, antiquated ways" sort of way.
::sigh::
*not written by me
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Date: 2007-05-01 04:32 am (UTC)Though it *was* a marketing document -- it's possible that it really is burdensome to people when it comes in the form of marketing text.