Group therapy in a blog.
Cutting Room Floor
I just chopped this paragraph from my upcoming article in the Jewish Week about online dating, mostly because it makes so little sense. I offer as evidence of how tired I am…and how many times I’ve seen a certain dinosaur movie:
But on the other hand, we’ve lost our fear of online dating, throwing life out of balance. As Ian Malcolm, the fictional chaos theorist in Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park, might have said, we didn’t earn the power to disrespect the systemâ€â€we were not vigilant about maintaining a healthy respect of and fear for the interface. And because we were that arrogant life–or, in this case, online dating sites–“will find a way.”
There’s probably some machine conspiracy theory a la Matrix in there as well (“we know it was they who scorched the skies…”) — what can I say? I don’t have HBO, so I watch a lot of Bravo and TBS/TNT/USA.
The whole, hopefully much more coherent article, to come Wednesday, as usual.
Bummer! That’s a fun paragraph.
As it happens, Jurassic Park contained a heap of quotes apropos to online dating.
[Malcolm walks up to a huge mound of dino-droppings]
Dr. Ian Malcolm: That is one big pile of sh*t.
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Dr. Ian Malcolm: She’s… ah… tenacious.
Dr. Alan Grant: You have no idea.
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Dr. Alan Grant: You married?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Occasionally.
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Henry Wu: You’re implying that a group composed entirely of female animals will… breed?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: No, I’m simply saying that life, uh… finds a way.
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Dr. Ian Malcolm: I’m always on the lookout for another ex-Mrs. Malcolm.
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ad infinitum.