Happening across ... Rollins’ column while sitting at my computer, sipping on a cold can of beer, I was shocked (yes, shocked!) at how mind-bogglingly terrible it was. How poorly written. How intellectually lazy and misguided. How directionless and pointless. How utterly juvenile. Most importantly, how undeserving of the imprimatur of legitimacy that comes with being a columnist for a magazine like Vanity Fair, having one’s work presented alongside that of real writers like Christopher Hitchens. Rollins’ piece was so bad that after I finished it I put down my beer and read it again, just to make sure I hadn’t missed something the first time around (nope – it was still terrible).
Read Brian's essay {henry rollins, the problem of argument from celebrity authority & other stupid-yet-common logical fallacies} and then buy this book, Standing In Two Circles: The Collected Works of Boyd Rice.
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie.
3 comments:
Henry didn't talk to anyone for years and now all he does is chatter about nothing.
Slip it in, Brian
Before I even knew who Rollins was, I ran into him and like had a whole gym-guy thing. Short version: he asked me to spot him at the Bethesda WSC. Nice guy. We talked workout and topics of the day (like, federal budget). Smart guy.
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