It’s true, nowadays people don’t write as much. And when I say “write” I mean the Jane Austen type of writing – with a quill and a tiny jar of ink.
People just don’t need to put pen to paper anymore since there’s a fake, looks-like-I’m-writing-a-real-note application on every smartphone, iPad, smart pad, tabletberry out there. Everyone would much rather type it than write it these days, even when leaving a note for a slob roommate or the office kleptomaniac. Sometimes I think if I were to hand someone younger than me an unsharpened pencil, they’d look at it as if it were searing off their fingers and giving them VD. Our conversation would go as such:
Me: “I have a pencil.”
Youth: “Really? Is it a free app?”
Me: “No, it’s a thing. Like, a tangible object. Here.”
Youth: “OH MY GOD WHAT’S IT DOING TO ME.”
Me: “Fuck this. Give it back.”
Granted, my high school and college experience was a transitional time when technology was just getting the hang of things. We had a typewriter when I was little, but mainly technology was something of a wonder when I was growing up, not a necessity. Mind you, without my massive, loud, and temperamental Fujitsu laptop in college, I would’ve been in the library’s computer room far more than I should.
Now, I wonder when students will no longer need those blue test books, which may have single-handedly induced my entire generation with premature arthritis. But having to handwrite all of my exams and in-class essays forced me, and everyone else in the same bucket, to really think. No one has to think about what they write anymore, which is why the autocorrect industry is thriving. No one checks their spelling, no gives a shit. Maybe it’s because there’s something about misspelling on paper that seems to be more embarrassing than typing, probably because technology either 1) tells you when you spelled it wrong, 2) corrects it for you, or 3) makes you look like a comedian by inserting a word like “vagina” instead of “over.” (“Hey, when are you coming vagina?” “*Vagina” “UGH vagina” “FUCK IT IM DONE”.)
Well, I’d like to take the approach of the glass being half full in this scenario, because I wouldn’t say the art of handwriting is dead yet. And to prove my theory, here are a bunch of examples of people using their inner Jane Austen (and her eloquence, of course) to make a point.