Say you're on vacation, and you bring along some books to read. Chances are they're on the fluffy side (unless you're an author answering those "summer reading" Q&As in newspapers and you have to prove your bogus intellectual worth and lie, lie, lie) and further chances are that once you're finished reading, you don't want to take them home. So what are those books?
Forget the books for a minute. Let's get back to that part about people wanting to prove their intellectual worth.
Why is it not okay to read books for sheer, mindless entertainment? Why are so many people eager to be seen reading "important" books, and why do they pretend never to read "fluffy" ones? Yeah, I get that insecurity drives some people to prove their intellectual worth by lie, lie, lying their silly heads off about what they read. What I don't get is why those individuals haven't noticed that just like the rest of us, bona-fide intellectuals will, from time to time, actually read the backs of cereal boxes or laugh when someone slips on a banana peel.
A few intellectuals even read my fluffy little blog, and some have actually linked here, proving they aren't afraid to admit enjoying the occasional lowbrow diversion. So here's a tip for those of you who lie about the books you do and do not read: When you sniff and insist that certain kinds of books are too "fluffy" for your refined tastes, you don't look like an intellectual, but like somebody who wants desperately to be seen as one. And that's a little pathetic, don't you think?
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