First, an apology for yesterday’s broadside against holiday letters. By way of explanation rather than excuse-making, I’ll note I’ve been in a foul mood lately due to recent bad news about the health of a loved one. And it turns out that, for me at least, that is exactly the wrong frame of mind in which to receive a packet of seasonal missives.
I don’t apologize for the exasperation the contents of my particular mailbox incited in me. But several of you understandably took the rant it inspired as either an attack on your own holiday letter tradition or general contempt for people who reach out with that type of letter or enjoy receiving them. And I feel bad about that.
Since the only truly worthwhile thing in life, in my view, is the connections we make with other people, I suppose we ought not be contemptuous of attempts people make to reach out, even if they do come in a form that makes it seem as if the writer’s chief object is to showcase their latest material acquisitions or broadcast evidence of their children’s brilliance.
Or, failing that, we should perhaps keep our contempt to ourselves. I’ll try harder to do that in the future. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Second, I missed the Democratic debate last night, but I gather from the coverage I’ve read that it was disappointingly short on fireworks from the media’s perspective? Is it worth digging up online to watch it now?