The Art of Snark

The Art of SnarkA few weeks ago, a few friends* of mine were watching XYZ awards show together, enjoying our jumbo glasses of red wine and bacon wrapped dates while we ooh-ed and aah-ed over haute (and not so hot) couture. As you can imagine, it was almost an ideal girls’ night in…yet I found myself feeling more than a little bit uneasy about some of the “fun” we were having.  I know – my unease isn’t exactly groundbreaking, but couldn’t help but feel guilty over how much snarking was going on. And no, not the type of snark that a certain country star legitimately deserves, but the type where women were judging other women for things out of their control, like the shape of a certain singer’s nose or a the size of a performer’s thighs (above). Read more…