So the consensus in my email and in the comments, including from the man himself, is that I'm being a real choch to Will Wilkinson, again. I've come in for a lot of criticism in general today, and as you know I love to mix it up, but calling Wilkinson out by name is pretty shitty of me. At this point, I have to admit that due to some mix of childishness, projection and genuine, deep policy disagreement has left me incapable of confronting Wilkinson's work with the respect I need to demonstrate to anyone, nor the spirit of openness and reconciliation I say I admire. I don't know why that is, but it is, so I have to make a rule for myself: no talking about Will Wilkinson's output, at least not till I can get a better handle on myself. It's a little bit immature to have to do that, but my immaturity is begetting that immaturity, and frankly, it's necessary. I, you and he deserve better than I'm capable of. If this all sounds a bit lame, it is.
Now, because I hate to put back to back tiny posts, let me tell you why I haven't seen Slumdog Millionaire yet. I have an annoying but common personality trait: the more I hear that something is great, the less inclined I am to like it, and if it goes too far, I end up being incapable of giving the movie (or album, or book) a genuine accounting. It's stupid, and I wish it wasn't the case, but it is. As much as I complain about contrarianism, I guess I have a streak of it myself. So I'm gonna hold off for the DVD to come out and check it out then. People are raving about it. I wish that fact didn't set me up to dislike it. But it does!