Happy Sunday, peeps. Please excuse this brief deviation from the Panglossian shallowness, then we’re back to scheduled programming.
Here are some awesome comments that some bored and grumpy people took time out of their collective useless days to leave on a post about C+C last week. Thought we’d spread the wealth and share them here:
I’m not a fan of putting up posts that have meanness or negativity in them—I just don’t feel it’s the venue, and I happen be one-half of who decides that. But these individuals’ comments are inciting the desire to reply with alacrity, even if they don’t deserve it.
So let us make this snappy.
You guys are clever. This is a blog about wine and fashion, Einsteins! Two pleasures that are just that: super shallow and fun—and God bless them! But if you’re here thinking you’ll get valuable information beyond that, you’re mostly wrong. There’s no agenda—we’re having fun, so get over yourselves. It’s an omnium-gatherum of our likes (and if you don’t like the same things, then to you, it might very well be garbage). We write C+C to take a load off—to have a good time, and to make ourselves laugh—and to share it with other people interested in the same stuff. C+C never claimed to be an anthropological fountainhead of today’s driving issues. I try not to stray much beyond our focus; doesn’t mean I’m not an intelligent person with a shitload of other things to talk about—and talk about with the same degree of authority. The blog has a narrow focus, but my brain does not—if you used your noggin, you’d get that. I mean, there are blogs out there strictly about typefaces. I dare you to assume the author only likes, sees, eats, or discusses typefaces, and nothing else. Anyway, we just chose to use this blog as a place to have fun, be upbeat, not take ourselves too seriously—to step away from everyday things in life that stress us out, piss us off, make us sad, or—and this includes bridge trolls like yourself—just tire us.
Rob re: wine. I’ve made this clear before but I can do it again. There are bottles of wine I try and don’t write about. I don’t get paid to review wines, so I spend a great deal of time and research culling from wine stores, producers, and auction sources locating great values and attempting to minimize the plonk, while sorting through the mediocre and/or overpriced. Corks is me creating my personal catalog of favorite wines, and of the moments and memories that go along with our enjoying them, while at the same time respecting the personal nature of the palate and the winemakers who put their hearts and souls into their work. There are blogs in almost every format: cheap wines, expensive wines, regional wines, 89-rated wines, all wines, and yes, great wines within a given class. I made a decision to follow my palate, wherever it takes me, and bring the special back home. It’s quite simple; I get truly excited when I hear that I inspired a reader to try something, and I would take no pleasure in creating a deterrent. The easiest thing to do is be critical, I just didn’t feel like it had a home on our blog.
I guess we learned a lesson here. And not just that people largely expect that because you’re writing a blog, it’s theirs to criticize you for putting yourself out there. Just when we think we’re putting too much of ourselves out there, it’s clear that it’s not enough to paint a full picture, and someone decides to pass judgment on available information and call us shallow. But, newsflash: we don’t want you to know everything about us. And 90% of it you won’t know. Guess you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
We ain’t mad. This stuff? Not why we’re here. So don’t expect us to waste your time again with a post like this.
To everyone out there who in some way appreciates the time we spend on this fun outlet, we love you. You make it 100 times more fun.
p.s. I can only imagine the barrage of nefarious comments received by Jane Aldridge and Tavi Gevinson, two smart, inspiring, and truly sweet bloggers who include far less of their personal lives in their fashion blogs than I do. I get nauseous thinking about the insolent shits leaving those jealousy-driven comments, and the girls having to read them, especially at that age. Kudos to Jane for turning her comments off, and kudos to Tavi, who I consider to be a brilliant success, and an inspiration—we could all learn from the way she navigates bad press.
p.p.s. I kept laughing while reading those comments, thinking of this clip: