Over the snark

snark_definitionI think I am done with the snark.

It occurred to me the other day as I read the thread of comments in a friend’s Facebook post, with a bit of voyeuristic abandon, that the snide remarks weren’t contributing to the common good or the common understanding and were maybe, just maybe, adding a little more ugliness to the world.

Let me be clear: I have LOVED a good snarky conversation.  I have participated in many, at presbytery meetings, watching tv, over coffee and wine.

Let me be clear:  There’s a talent in being able to make good snark, not unrelated to the talent of making a good pun, which is, of course, the lowest form of humor.

Let me be clear: My tearing someone else down – no matter how clever, witty, or insightful I am – does nothing to build up that person or to build up me.  And I think we are at a point in the world when we should all be doing something to build others up.

Then there’s this: if you want to make a cutting remark or observation, be witty.  Be satirical.  Be ironic.  Better yet, be self-deprecating even while deprecating someone else.  Better yet still, be direct.  If I am not willing to say something to someone’s face, does it really need to be said?  If I did say it, to what purpose?  To make myself feel good?  To be funny?  To show off in front of my friends?  To make the object of my comment change, or feel bad, or feel hurt?

When I was in sixth grade, there was a particular denim purse that was all the rage.  Denim, wood handles, and embroidered with the girl’s name or initials.  Well, I didn’t own such a purse.  It’s not that we couldn’t afford it, but my mom probably thought that this purse would be used for about three months and then lost in the closet.  And really, what does an eleven-year-old need with a purse?

But I had transfered to a new school in sixth grade, and I wanted to fit in, so I decided to make my own purse.  I took an old pair of blue jeans and cut them and hand sewed them.  I had sense enough not to attempt a monogram.  I took the purse to school.

Oh, the looks I got.  Oh, the whispers that suddenly stopped when I walked by.  One of the bolder girls said, in a voice dripping with daggers, “Oh, Beth, did you make that yourself?”

I never wore that purse again, and I never hand-made anything cool again.

It’s a good thing that most of us leave our junior-high selves behind. We grow up.  We hurt and get hurt and in the course of all that we mature.  But for me nowadays, every time I hear or read a snarky comment, I go back to junior high.

What if all the cleverness behind all those snide remarks was channeled differently?  What if we stopped showing off, and starting showing up with some kindness or compassion or grace?

A friend of mine died this week.  Another friend is getting married this weekend.  Some grandparents at church are anxiously awaiting the birth of their third grandchild.  And then there’s ISIS and Ebola and Ferguson and Ray Rice and everything else.

So I’m done with the snark.  Comment as you will.

8 thoughts on “Over the snark

  1. I’ll try. I have always loved you, because you have always known that their is a better self inside of me. When I show it I feel grand and when I don’t I hate myself for being ugly. For some reason I repeat this cycle over and over.
    That said if you bought a Chanel 2.55 when you were 11, you would still have it, love it, and it would have been easier to recognize you as nearly spoiled rotten. Have you ever considered handling poisons snakes during sermons? Somebody please help me.

  2. I’ve never understood why people say the pun is the lowest form of humor. A good pun is a masterpiece of language-play!

    Unlike snark, which is occasionally clever but usually just mean. (Guilty as charged)

    Good post…

  3. Judy H.
    Snarking is so easy and it is fun–for about a minute. Have been trying to quit doing it and it is hard to stop when talking with a good friend. Maybe pausing each time the temptation raises it’s ugly head and saying to oneself, “Do I really need to say this? Will it be helpful?” Oh-sins of the tongue are truly the most powerful of all sins.

  4. IMHO, the junior high snark is so cruel and damaging that it is in a category all its own. That being said, through the clarity of hindsight, I would say that you need to reconsider whether she was an unknowing prophet recognizing you as a DIY hipster way, way, way ahead of your time, because frankly I remember those purses and I’m confident when I say that a BeMerri original was WAY COOLER than the off the rack one. (Now question for the group — was my reframing of this event a backhand snark at junior high snark thus making me just as snarky? I hope not, but I fear it might be. The thing is I just can’t let a junior high snark go unchallenged. Even as a almost 52 year old.) My true confession is that I’m really not all that snarky by nature, but I am EASILY baited into a snark fight and once engaged, I’m ruthless. Come to think of it, that may be why I don’t really do social media much.


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