I felt a bit unsatisfied after my last post. You know, that it really ended up being a fluff post, and especially that I had kind of danced around some issues—on which I really have strong positions—in a way that could be read as implying that I don't really care that much after all. "LGBT rights and acceptance? Sure, but I can make fun of a barbershop quartet!"
It was almost enough to make me question whether my opinion was really worth expressing.
Then I read David Brooks' insipid column this morning, and it made me feel much better.