I have to be honest with you… No, wait a second. I hate it when I start a statement with, “I have to be honest”, it implies that I’m not always honest, but that, in this moment, I’m signifying that I will, in fact, be honest.
I don’t like that.
I’m always honest with you guys. In my honesty I’m going to vent a little bit.
I give plenty of accolades and much respect to the pioneers of the Internet. The technology we have today is incredible and it allows us to have a meaningful impact on many around us. It allows me to have awesome interactions with you, the loyal members of the PDR universe.
It also allows for an incredible preponderance of garbage.
That’s right. Thanks to the ease with which ebooks, physical books, audio books, blogs, videos, and websites can be birthed into existence, the number of hacks hatching before our eyes has grown exponentially.
Just because someone reads Think And Grow Rich doesn’t make them qualified to act as a business coach. Neither does reading The Millionaire Next Door mean they’re equipped to advise those with two commas in their net worth.
While it can be humorous in some cases, I find it increasingly obnoxious.
Now, please don’t be misled by the title of this post; I’m not suggesting we gather the villagers and head out with pitchforks and (freshly sharpened) axes. What I see in this crowd of talking heads is the same thing we’ve all seen at any family reunion or awkward high school reunion conversation. Just think of your loony uncle with all his political diatribes that have no factual basis. Or think of that guy or lady you meet at a party who has the tax code pegged (but doesn’t actually know the difference between a deduction and a credit).
See, talking heads have been with us forever. Our Information Age has just given them a unique megaphone like none that ever existed before. So, be on guard. A healthy dose of skepticism is wise; shrewdness is laudable.
By the way, did I tell you I’m planning on writing an ebook on brain surgery. I mean, I’ve watched a lot of Discovery Health and Grey’s Anatomy, and, you know, my wife used to work in healthcare. I’m pretty sure I’m qualified…
Ah, but then I’d be sticking my neck right out there on the chopping block.
Keep it real, friends; somebody has to.