Challenge: ACCEPTED.

I snark. A lot. I snark on and off the internet. If you ask the husbeast, I do it the most when I'm in the front passenger seat of our car, and I'll admit, I am quite brutal in my non-interactions with people driving while on their cellphones. Once, I even came up with a rap song while getting irritated with white women in an affluent part of town nearly hitting me with their cars:

All the bitches, get off your phones! Phones! PHONES!! Phoooooooooonessss!!!
Dear God, you're gonna kill us all with your phoooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnes!

You have to say this in Luda's voice, obvs.
Courtesy MTV Networks

It was a ragey masterpiece that I think could be a runaway pop hit with the right marketing.

Anyway, my lovely friend, Elizabeth Thurmond, whom I've mentioned before, wrote a post about this pervading snark that seems to dominate the internet, and apparently my life. It's one of those things that makes you go back and read your past entries with a sort of embarrassment. Does being witty mean that you have to act like an asshole? Does an opinion lose its oomph if it doesn't have some type of sarcasm that tears someone else down? Can I write a post that's about what I love without delving into snark?

I can honestly say that I don't know if I can. The reaction to throw in a sardonic jab at whatever I'm talking about is pretty knee-jerk, so this is kind of a scary thing for me. But, as the title above says, I have accepted this challenge.

Shit, I'm nervous.