Each and every HE day begins with pre-dawn doomscrolling, and it mostly feels like a losing battle…a kind of slow suffocation of the spirit, and it’s all the fault of…okay, it’s mostly my fault for reading this crap, but AI–generated copy is truly the malicious element here.
I despise AI prose with every fibre of my being. It’s inhuman, it’s sickening, and it makes me want to throw up. The same bland but odious voice in every social-media article. It’s truly a poisonous scourge.
Wikipedia prose can also be a bit rote and deflating at times, but it’s far more precise and pared down (i.e., referenced and relatable) than AI slop. It mostly, imperfectly deals in straight facts and historical rat-a-tat-tat.
The only semi-positive bounce is that numbing AI prose inspires me to write in a way that sounds like something else — a recognizable human, let’s say…anxious, fallible, quirky, impulsive, disorderly, occasionally sentimental or irreverent, emotional, searching, imbued, somewhat erratic, peculiar, driven. So there’s that at least.
