Opinion: Long live printed newspapers. Digital won’t work for these readers
Sunday
Nov 26, 2012 at 12:01 AM
I’m tired.
It’s not that I feel physically exhausted; I mean, maybe I do but I don’t feel it on the inside. It’s more of the mental exhaustion, the mental numbness, the mental flatness that I didn’t feel at the beginning of September when I was standing in the middle of the New York City subway reading the New York Times. Or in January when I was in the kitchen reading the New York Times and decided that the day couldn’t possibly get any worse. Or in August when I was sitting at my desk in a New York Times cubicle reading the New York Times.
I’m tired of the constant bombardment by advertisements for goods and services that somehow are supposed to be of interest to me but somehow just are not. I’m tired of the constant bombardment by the voices at the top of my e-mail and phone messages and the voices at the bottom who make me feel like I need to tell them how I feel or that I’m going to die from stress. Maybe it’s because I’ve been diagnosed by Dr. Richard Branson with “The New York Times Is A Pile Of Cluttering Bullsh–t” disorder, but I feel like my whole life has been a pile of cluttering bullsh–t. And so, with the daily bombardment of cluttering bullsh–t by the New York Times, I’m feeling at the very least like I’m being slowly sucked dry by the New York Times and at worst like my entire life is being slowly sucked dry by the New York Times.
I’m tired of the fact that if I want to read the New York Times I have to do it the hard way. If I want to read the New York Times I have to pay to get a paperboy to carry it to my house. If I want to read the New
