“The central object of your disgust over these past several weeks has not been external.”

There is a conceit in musical theater that when a character becomes too emotional to talk, that’s when they begin to sing, and when they become too emotional still, that is when they dance. This concept applies to blogging as well; when you become too emotional to simply write, you write a screed, and when you become too exasperated to screed, then and only then do you write a hate read. Your bog-standard sports subreddit is chock full of bile about rivals, sure, but those are not hate reads. Ask a vegan about veal and you’ll probably get an earful, but that’s not a hate read. No, a hate read takes something special, something that is liked and arguably beloved, and argues that the esteem to which it is held is wrong, that the elevation was an error, and that the true status of the subject must be reconciled one sentence at a time. This takes a level of integrity and a clarity of vengeful spirit that many find to be in poor taste, but they are wrong: a hate read is a margin call in the

There is a conceit in musical theater that when a character becomes too emotional to talk, that’s when they begin to sing, and when they become too emotional still, that is when they dance. This concept applies to blogging as well; when you become too emotional to simply write, you write a screed, and when you become too exasperated to screed, then and only then do you write a hate read. Your bog-standard sports subreddit is chock full of bile about rivals, sure, but those are not hate reads. Ask a vegan about veal and you’ll probably get an earful, but that’s not a hate read. No, a hate read