I love bad reviews. I don’t mean reviews that are written poorly, I mean reviews where the author really goes crazy about why they don’t like something. Nothing amuses me more than seeing someone skewer something.
OK- here’s the thing. I try to be a positive person, and I know that if someone really hated my work, I would be crushed. So why do I take delight in reading and liking bad reviews?
Because they are more descriptive. Simple as that.
When someone likes something, they tend to say it’s good, or it’s nice, or some other meaningless adjective.
Those are bland words: I want exciting words. I want words that conjure images.Well, it’s the same thing when you are reviewing books or movies. I don’t want to hear that it’s “so good”. I want to here the details.
It’s all in the details my friends.
For some reason, when something is bad, we’re able to describe the badness better. I know I do: the few times I’ve critiqued a book, I’ve had no problem explaining why I hated it, or what didn’t make sense, or whatever. The bad things stick out. Good things don’t often stick out.
I notice it in my school clubs too. When we all like a person we all have the same favorite perspective, blah blah are you asleep yet blah. But when it’s 50/50, and half hate and half love- well- off we go with the discussion, the argument, the fun of discussing about that person. And when we all hate a him/her? Well, that’s discussion gold!!
So what is it about hating something? Why do we all revert back to I don’t know why, I just do!!!
Hoping atleast half of u did not like this post:)