Don . on platitudes
I hadn’t really thought about it before, but platitudes may be the biggest frustration of my daily conversation (at least the part of my conversation that has to do with ideas). Somebody drops a platitude, and the argument’s over, QED. Won the race, and I didn’t even have to rev the engine. Then you have a choice – either you drop the subject, at the risk of writing off a fellow member of the human race as a mindless zombie, or you try to pry open that pretty little platitude and get your friend to think, at the risk of proving yourself a blue meanie and an obnoxious smarmy pants.