The Critical 'I'

Read. React. Repeat.

Thursday, May 29, 2003

It's not that often that I feel totally cheated of my time and effort after reading something; and it's even less often that I subsequently write about the experience. But this is one of those times. For reasons I can't be sure of, I read this vapid filler of a story about a dumpy woman and her loser boyfriend attempting to walk the 20 miles from Tampa to St. Petersburg.

It was a journey that a normal pair of adults can do in, at most, 10-12 hours. This idiot needed a couple of days, after her boyfriend bailed on her halfway through. That wouldn't have been so bad, if only she could've found something, anything, interesting to write about along the way. Nope. She tries to talk to fishing pier regulars, bums, barflies, etc.--and nothing. What's worse, just to fill space, she brings up a moldy 3-year-old unsolved murder. Really pointless writing.

I wouldn't care normally, but it is a good example of how crappy the Weekly Planet has become. It used to be a bonafide alternative paper, with compelling stuff in it every week. Now, they put forth this kinda idiocy as their cover story. It's easy enough to assign the decline to their recent cutbacks in staff, their obfuscation on that notwithstanding. But really, it's been a slower downward slide, going back to the mid-90s. Too bad. Hopefully, a new alternative will set up shop and put the Planet out of our misery.