Alone Together

Being a podcaster is a bit embarrassing. It’s much easier than writing (my intended career) but much better paid. The term itself is dweeby — sounding at once outdated and newfangled — and impossible to say unsheepishly. I think every podcaster who is not too stupid or full of himself to notice (pace Janet Malcolm) knows that what he does is a benign grift, not sordid enough to inspire shame or attract real scorn, but not worthy nor challenging enough to be a vocation. We are brothers and sisters in blameless mediocrity; we evince a dopey ennui.