I really need to stop with this blogging hiatus. My grade probably hates me for it.
I'm not feeling too creative tonight, so I'll just focus on the satire lesson we had in class yesterday. I never really used to get satire, especially when it was really subtle. I just thought these people were serious, and douche bags because of it. We can leave it at me having been a very... unaware. Quite possibly stupid. Call it what you must. I remember this book I attempted to read (TWICE) my sophomore year called "Naked Lunch" back when I was really into Beatniks, and it apparently was supposed to be a satire of... I don't even know. Society, quite possibly? The author, William S. Burroughs was completely drugged out on heroin when he wrote it, so I have a *slight* excuse for not really understanding.
My main issue with satire is the fact I take the author too seriously, unless it is blatantly running at me in a giant pink boa, screaming "I AM A SATIRICAL PIECE, UNDERSTAND ME!!!". Those headlines we had to make, I just didn't find them very funny. If anything, I'm a fan of the really gritty satire (I honestly don't remember the proper term for it, and it takes too much effort to move the mouse to open a new tab and Google it). Perhaps that makes me cynical, but I've been called worse.
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