I'd never really listened to NPR in my life, until I was traveling last year, in the car in Ohio, and tired of music from my phone after so many hours. So I start going around the radio and end up on NPR. What a load of shit that was. I'm not sure they had a single point that wasn't about racism or faggotry. Even if you thought something wasn't going that way at first, it would eventually get there. I haven't turned it on again since I got out of range. Garbage.
I can't stand the "NPR style" tone and diction that all their reporters have when speaking. It's simultaneously sounds gravely concerned about whatever they're talking about and condescending to the listener. I'm not alone, as I've seen comedy skits mocking it.
Urban coastal ex-barista reporters imitating their betters, particularly petty-bourgeoisie yuppies who schmoozed their way in.
I find NPR habitually patronizing by virtue of being an aural opiate. Always reassuring the fearful flock that if they take establishment blue-pills their lives, downing box-wine in studio apartments stained with cat-urine, are fuzzy and wholesome. One month in 2016, there was some pre-recorded cheery spiel on repeat about how all the cynicism and toxicity (relating to politics) in life and social media can simply be tuned out; sounded straight out of some dystopian flick. Another opinion segment took the utter true-believer stance that politicians that believe politics is honest behave honorably and vice-versa for the crooked; stated intent over merit and results. I learned to bear my 7:30 commute with no more than the sound of traffic. I also realized that for the current generation, the conventional-minded had the potential paths of compliance or faux-rebellion carved out for them.
Edit: forgot to include the lucky strikes scene from mad-men.
The true pain of it all is that at one time it was very aligned with middle american values. I used to listen in the 90’s. Saturday mornings weren’t complete without “wait wait dont tell me“ and Prairie Home Companion. Listening now is a sadly dystopian experience. Whining sounds of miserable victimhood mentality.
And nothing of value was lost.
I'd never really listened to NPR in my life, until I was traveling last year, in the car in Ohio, and tired of music from my phone after so many hours. So I start going around the radio and end up on NPR. What a load of shit that was. I'm not sure they had a single point that wasn't about racism or faggotry. Even if you thought something wasn't going that way at first, it would eventually get there. I haven't turned it on again since I got out of range. Garbage.
I can't stand the "NPR style" tone and diction that all their reporters have when speaking. It's simultaneously sounds gravely concerned about whatever they're talking about and condescending to the listener. I'm not alone, as I've seen comedy skits mocking it.
Urban coastal ex-barista reporters imitating their betters, particularly petty-bourgeoisie yuppies who schmoozed their way in.
I find NPR habitually patronizing by virtue of being an aural opiate. Always reassuring the fearful flock that if they take establishment blue-pills their lives, downing box-wine in studio apartments stained with cat-urine, are fuzzy and wholesome. One month in 2016, there was some pre-recorded cheery spiel on repeat about how all the cynicism and toxicity (relating to politics) in life and social media can simply be tuned out; sounded straight out of some dystopian flick. Another opinion segment took the utter true-believer stance that politicians that believe politics is honest behave honorably and vice-versa for the crooked; stated intent over merit and results. I learned to bear my 7:30 commute with no more than the sound of traffic. I also realized that for the current generation, the conventional-minded had the potential paths of compliance or faux-rebellion carved out for them.
Edit: forgot to include the lucky strikes scene from mad-men.
The true pain of it all is that at one time it was very aligned with middle american values. I used to listen in the 90’s. Saturday mornings weren’t complete without “wait wait dont tell me“ and Prairie Home Companion. Listening now is a sadly dystopian experience. Whining sounds of miserable victimhood mentality.
That barely crossed my mind, explains how it grasped onto upstanding public sentiment during the past decade.