perhaps because I am not so much into blogs these days, but lately, when I take a little time off for blogland (OK, maybe too little time, but then again, I must also be unlucky then), I read so many automatic, predictable, conformist and inconsiderate opinions about issues on blogs I like that it really puts me down (and I wonder, why I liked these blogs again?)
But they do reflect something that happens in real life too. I mean this thing of automatic opinions that are used and not actually considered before use, just thrown at you over and over again.

Like, it comes out a movie and Libi is like, whoa, it's wonderful, and A. at school is like, it's fantastic, and I read about it on the web and it's all 'wonderful', 'literary' (what the hell that means?) and such, and then the Oscar mafia comes out with, whoa, masterpiece, so in the end how could anyone not agree? (this is how opinions are consolidated: with the numbers, not the reasons.) And then you watch the movie, and OK, beautiful pictures, but c'mon. There's emotion all right. But there's also nothing into it. There's nothing into the story, into the characters. Cool serial killers and tired straight old policemen. Again. Is that fiction about life? It seems like people enjoy it because it does NOT disrupt their idea of the world, it only spices it up a little.
"The world is dangerous and I am not a killer: that's why I don't live." Like, here it is the flattest interpretation of your day, plus a little unrealistic flirtatious pretentiousness (southern accents and solemn ironic monologues), plus guns and blood and chasing, and all the rest of the usual shit hollywood has been pouring over our trashed heads for generations.
Enjoy. Life is not ambiguous, it is just plain scary. And you're a baby.

The day them mafia bosses there in hollywood or the big apple will be able to pull out a film about life and death and consumption and disorder without using weapons of sorts, murder, and other forms of desensitizing violence I'll really try to listen and watch hard. Otherwise, sorry, I'm sick of the celebration of violence masqueraded by ironic masterpiece.

"This movie is really cool, you should download it"
"Wait. Is there even a single gun into it? A murder? A rapist? Is there a so-debauched christian fundamentalist? A car chase? Dismembered rotting bodies? Is there the end of humanity as we know it amidst savage barbaric violence? Is there even a second of any of that?"
"Actually..."
"..."

and, funny how the same happens with much more serious issues, where bloggers I happen to read and used to like rush to support, say, Kosovo independence. Without hesitation, because of the above-mentioned automatic reflex, in this case applying to the rule that it is so cool to support whatever people struggling somewhere for whatever independence, and, who could be against it, right? they declare how much they care for the oppressed. This is done without even bothering to explain why they feel they should declare they support Kosovo, why this drugs-&-guns-smuggling-UN-supported mafia enclave should be cheered when acting like a chauvinist scoundrel, while being supported immediately by all the racist scoundrels of western Europe, when the same people and entities are so strict and picky with independence movements in their own countries. Don't bother to ask.

Yes I not only will pass, but I am not listening any more if more than two blogs or individuals at the same time come crying to me at the altar of this or that masterpiece, this or that convenient idea etc. Especially if this is done without really wanting to explain why.
It's annoying. Sad to relate, maybe, but in the end --with very few exceptions-- to me blogs are interesting only when they revolve around slices of personal life. Singular point of views, the phenomena of existing. The material is much harder to handle than any goddamned opinion and the quality of the product can get to be so much more superior, with maybe less posts and more respect for the reader (Hey, I'm not talking about myself here, this blog is in a coma, I know it).

Which reminds me, sorry for this post of opinions against other posts of opinions, won't happen again now.
Love, etc.