With so much airtime to fill, a few orange chairs and some venomous dogmatists can fill an hour. Then you can follow up the show you’ve just shown with another show where people give their opinions on the opinions they have just witnessed and then another show about how hearing those opinions on opinions has affected people who fear opinions. Everyone must be encouraged to form as many opinions as possible, phone them in, tweet them, place them under features on the internet, join forums. If you do not feel outraged or wronged, are you alive?
Opinions take over from actions.
“What did you do in the war, Daddy?”
“Well, I had many opinions, my girl, and I showed no fear in typing them.”
We can be so busy in an onanistic orgy of our own opinions that we scarcely find time to look away from our reflection in the bile to read anything or anyone else.
Everyone knows they are correct now. However crazed your idea might be, somewhere within the internet lies someone in a similar cellar who agrees with you. We are all entirely right. We are all entirely wrong. Points of views unhindered by any evidence save the scraps that suit you.
I have no opinion on this piece. Just read it—the whole thing, unlike the opinionistas that didn’t read the full text of Hilary Mantel’s speech at the London Review of Books’ Winter Lectures—and you will probably form the same opinion that you should have no opinion on this piece.