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\"Rage<\/a>My day starts with this instant message transaction.<\/p>\n

That movie you recommended me was a piece of shit. <\/em>\ud83d\ude42<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh, why do you say that?<\/em><\/p>\n

Because only an Americans could enjoy this sort of dog shit! \ud83d\ude42<\/em><\/p>\n

The Czechs make some pretty bad movies, don\u2019t they? I have seen Gympl. <\/em><\/p>\n

F*ck you, you f*cking asshole!<\/em> I never want to see you again! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Um\u2026OK. <\/em><\/p>\n

Now, without the emoticons these texts represent a pretty clear statement of abject dislike for both me and my taste in films. Furthermore, it displays a keen interest in never sharing the same breathing air again. But there are emoticons. Everywhere. Like mines at play in the fields of clear thought and ideas.<\/p>\n

It doesn\u2019t stop there.<\/p>\n

Later that day I am standing in front of a classroom full of early Twentysomethings and handing back their latest assignment. This assignment was to write a mock letter of intent for a summer internship at an EU institution. At the moment I am quelling a rage that is begging to be allowed to tip over the boiling point.<\/p>\n

It has been one of those mornings. It started with that irritating (and confusing) IM session above, and then the toe stubbing of the century. This was followed by tripping into a door frame and nearly stubbing one of my favorite appendages. Then there was an email from a governmental institution inviting me to pay 2500 K\u010d for something I already have. Fortunately, though, to avail myself of this honor I have to wake up at the crack of dawn on my day off to go stand in line with people who look extras from the Walking Dead. I sent off a one-line email to confirm my appearance.<\/p>\n

I am at the end of the day\u2019s tether and it is only 11:45 a.m.<\/p>\n

Topping it all off like a big grinning cherry were the dozens of emoticons I was greeted by as I sat in my office this morning and graded these papers. I suppose words themselves are not suitable enough to express just how much they want to have the internship.<\/p>\n

I really like people and I work at a children\u2019s camp every summer. <\/em>\ud83d\ude42<\/em><\/p>\n

I look forward to hearing from you. <\/em>:-\/<\/em><\/p>\n

I think this internship would be a wonderful opportunity!<\/em> \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

Extra credit for exclamation point and emoticon duo. I wonder if, in the future, the exclamation point will act as a double positive of sorts, thus negating the emoticon. I point out that the inclusion of emoticons in a professional email or letter is totally unprofessional. Blank stares. I decide to go to a level they might understand.<\/p>\n

\u201cImagine that you had to break up with someone in an email, OK?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nobody flinches, so I assume that this has been done by email (or text) by everyone in the room but me.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd imagine adding a smiley face to the sentence: We need to break up.\u201d I then mimic this: \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Blank stares. One student, T, raised his hand. \u201cBut professor, what is wrong with this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Blank stare (this time mine). Finally: \u201cYou\u2019ve done this, haven\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone nods as if I\u2019ve just asked if they\u2019ve ever used a computer.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, weren\u2019t you afraid they wouldn\u2019t understand that you were serious?\u201d<\/p>\n

T, evidently elected group leader pre-class, again raises his hand. \u201cShe never wrote to me again, so I think she understood.\u201d<\/p>\n

Touch\u00e9, T. I find my way to my office, eat a sandwich and in grumpy curmudgeon fashion groan about the end of literate humanity. It comes down to this. Either people don\u2019t trust language to convey meaning anymore, or they just don\u2019t understand language anymore.<\/p>\n

What’s next?<\/p>\n

Dear Mr. Johnson, I regret to inform you that your entire family perished in a wolverine attack. :-\/<\/p>\n

Mr. President, we have stolen your launch codes. Prepare to meet your maker. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Sorry, I think I gave you herpes. :\/<\/p>\n

I don’t know folks, I don\u2019t like our chances. \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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