Forgiving Rebecca Black
Like most everyone in the universe, the first time I heard "Friday" I thought it was a joke. And, like everyone else, once I realized it wasn't joke, some little lever in my head flipped and I suddenly was enraged at Rebecca Black and everything she stood for.
For my troubles, all I got was angry at some poor little teenage girl (who I had never met, mind you) who was probably handed those lyrics and told, "Sing."
What I was not doing during my extended loathing was creating anything, shipping product, or figuring out how I could create a video that 75 gazillion people would actually want to see.
Rebecca 1, Tom 0.
I'd spend more time on this, but I've already spent too much. Remiel absolutely NAILS it:
"If the opportunity seems undeserved relative to their talent, why not celebrate the success of a fellow human being and politely encourage them to use their influence benignly, instead of tearing down a stranger to impress your friends and whitewash your jealousy?"
Someday, I'll want those angry minutes back. But in the meantime... 