Honestly, the only reason this blog is named LA Snark is because LA Sarcasm just doesn’t have any zing. Before I moved to Los Angeles, all my friends said to me “You’re not going to do well out there, they don’t get sarcasm in LA.” I thought, “well I’d never expect to move anywhere and be immediately gotten, so why not go against the grain as soon as I get off the boat from Boston and be the most sarcastic guy under the palm tree?”
To be really honest, I barely know what snark means. What I intended to mean playful sarcastic humor has often been interpreted as an intent to be a mean-spirited anti-celebrity Perez Hilton kinda troublemaker, and that isn’t what I’m going for at all. Hell, I don’t want to make fun of Britney, I want Britney to invite me over for lawn bowling and chicken fights in the pool. Sadly, this snark badge seems to be scaring all the celeb love away. Lord knows Neko Case won’t be calling anytime soon.
On the drive home from work today I listened to Marc Maron’s WTF Podcast (everyone should) wherein he and Andrew W.K. talked about how unnecessary snark is (though I think in the end they agreed that some of it can be funny, ala Michael Ian Black.) It’s gotten to the point now where if someone mentions the word “snark” to me I associate it with the true/new meaning of the word, which basically makes me feel like a Mean Girl.
I was considering changing the name of this blog (to what I’m not sure), but when I Googled the definition of “snark” I found this:
…that is surprisingly accurate.
Viva LA Snark!