A Love Poem to Loudt Darrow
Not a poem, in fact
Some writer’s lifts are meant to shine a light on a new and upcoming member of this platform. That’s not the case here.
I’m writing this for me; as a form of self-therapy.
I wish I were wise enough to be grateful I found Loudt’s writings. I wish I could see him as a (big) sister soul and a source of inspiration. But I’m eaten up by jealousy.
It’s not the brilliant lines I systematically find in his articles. Although to be fair, I would LOVE to be the one who wrote them first. It’s not the variety of topics (from sloths to stealing songs), nor is it the ideas (in which Loudt is a top writer).
It’s the replies.
I’ve got to warn you. There’s no way you can win the wisecrack reply competition with Loudt. He’s relentless.
It’s in the replies that he delivers his best lines.
His articles are pure bait. They’re the fancy pictures that look good on the plastic menu outside and make you enter the restaurant.
In the replies, you get the fun stuff. It’s hard to pick one, but maybe this one?
In any case, if there’s one comment thread you should read on Medium, it’s the following one. I wish it were converted into a modern epistolary novel. Something like an e-pistolary e-book. Credits to Emily Wilcox for hitting back the comment ball with such maestria.
Loudt writing about social media.
Loudt writing about sloths again (he’s lazy).
Loudt writing about happiness (his best joke).
