Humor-less
Why I’m ‘Thumb’s Down’ on the ‘Thumb’s Up’ Emoji
And I hate the ‘love’ emoji too

Imagine this scenario.
You’ve cooked me a fabulous meal. Hours of shopping and prep time have gone into it. My favorite foods, prepared just so, served with a flourish. The table has been laid with care. Dessert was to die for. AND, you cleaned up. I just sat and enjoyed, not lifting a finger. Pure consumer, that’s me.
“So what did you think?” you venture after the feast is complete.
And this, this horrible little no-effort muscle twitch to the left, is what I give you.
No comment, no feedback, no review of the many fine qualities of the recently downed chow.
Just a gesture.
My heartfelt response for your labors consists of a nanosecond’s click on a preset icon. No creation, no reflection, no time, no investment of energy, just “click” and that warm and fuzzy symbol of gratitude finds its way from my laptop or iPhone to your computer. The glow from me to you, complete!
Well, when many of us write, even a short piece, it goes something like this:
- Prep time is invested dreaming up an idea. Often, the idea sits in our draft queue for a while, simmering, sauteing, perhaps being stirred.
- The presentation, the audience and the value of it gets considered.
- If deemed worthy for consumption, real cooking begins.
- Flourishes, garnishes and accoutrements of various types get added in, like rewriting, editing, images, formatting.
- Finally, just prior to plating and presentation, a last look at the various dishes that make up the meal.
- Then and only then, is our carefully planned feast ready to serve.
Much like cooking someone’s favorite meal, this process can take hours or even days. All for something that may get consumed in five to seven minutes even if a reader lingers over it. Sometimes, the “meal” as written gets a hasty once over, is viewed, and is then discarded, not counted as read or consumed.
“If,” and it’s a big “if” some days, a “thumb’s up” is given in the form of a clap or two, maybe five, a miserly percentage of the total appreciation allowance of 50. No comments, no review. Just a gesture, gone like a canape, in one bite.
We’ve been programmed, trained to twitch/gesture and move on. What’s next? What’s next? What’s next? Thumbs up, thumbs down, love it, don’t love it, clap.
Done.
This little snack was intended to be all light and airy. Spongecake and froufrou frosting. Partway through the preparation though the lemon juice and black pepper spilled into my mixing bowl. Now I’ve served up a sour stingy stew.
Oh well … fail.
I give it a …






