Howard · 25 February 2003
If there’s one thing fails to grasp about public reluctance to subscribe to Salon Premium, it’s not the price, which is pretty reasonable; it’s not that still, after all these years, no one can make head or tail of the concept ‘mothers who think’; it’s not that the magazine paid money to copy-paste lickspittle neocon toadying from his website to theirs; it’s not the still-searing resentment of ever having to have read . It is perhaps the following link, which calls out from every Salon page:
The Well
[Pioneering members-only discussions]
Pioneering members-only discussions. A short phrase infused with seventeen tonnes of twee meaninglessness, and of malformed nostalgia for a time – what, five years ago? – when the palpable rush of a connection to the business of the web (then as now about as rush-inducing as a connection to the business of the telephone) could have value-added street cred at mere mention of the muscular, bare-chested geeks who cleared the way. In a pioneering, members-only kind of way, that is.
Dotcom lifestyle porn, hurrah.
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