Email in this morning from reader Kirsten. I replied, indicating I thought her criticisms had some justification and wanted to know what others think.
I’ve been reading your blog for about as long as you’ve been a paleo writer–came to it from Art, I think–and I love your recipe tips and general enthusiasm. You’re one of my regular reads.
But I have to ask: What’s with the bombast and righteous anger lately? Where’s the paleo playfulness? I thought it was the vegans who were supposed to be angry!
Really, who cares if some people think differently? Isn’t that part of the fun–that we’ve lucked into something that works better and makes us healthier than all the professional nutritional advice out there? Let them eat cake/wheat/canola oil! Who cares? You can’t save the whole world.
In my humble opinion, we don’t need paleo fundamentalists–we need paleo joyfulists (or whatever). Who needs the extra stress of trying to force people "out there" to conform to something we know works? Isn’t that the kind of chronic stress the paleo lifestyle is designed to avoid? Why spend a minute of your time caring? Focus your attention on your family, your workout, your hobbies, your cooking. Go look at the mountains, or play, or listen to some good music, and just let all that other stuff go. You’ll still be just as interesting if you’re not fighting.
(Not that you asked for my advice. I know it’s worth about what you paid for it.)
BTW, I like the parenthetical remark. Why? Simply because I put a lot into this (way more than apparent from posts alone, really), it’s my deal, and criticisms are something I pay attention to when offered properly, such as this.
Before I leave it to you guys to hash out in comments and I hope it gets lively, here’s my perspective. While I want to please as many people as possible as much of the time as I can, it’s a losing strategy today. I think you’ve got to find what’s fun, and I just like exposing stupid. I like exposing murderers. I like exposing maimers. Especially, I like exposing cloistered "authorities," who due some credential or degree get to vomit their conventional "wisdom" to whores in media (redundancy alert!) who lap it up like starved dogs.
The second thing that weighs on my mind is that I simply cannot do "10 things to…." I can’t. I can not. "I’d rather stick needles in my eyes," to reference Jack Nicholson from Terms of Endearment. Plus, there are bloggers who are really, really good at that and the foregoing is not a criticism at all. I read those things. I get value and you should be a part of it too. It’s just not me.
For better or worse.