This isn’t a political post. I try to stay away from that stuff on my blog as I find it too depressing. This is just a story of an actual thing that happened to me when I went to vote.
Let me set the scene: I went up to the table where they made me show them my license (an evil practice) and sign in. I sign my name, take my license back. And…
Lady: Oh! You used cursive.
Me: It’s just a signature.
L: You never see cursive these days.
Me: That’s because there’s no use for it.
L: Well… what if you have to read it?
Me: I’ve literally never had to do that. Everything is digital these days anyway.
L: But… what if you went to Washington DC? You’d have to read it then.
Me: …I can’t imagine a scenario where I’d actually have to read something in cursive. Like, ever. Even DC has to be digital these days. It’s the only way to survive.
Finally she shut up and gave me my ballot so I could get the hell out of there. Seriously, what is with people clinging to this useless, dead writing system like its ubiquitous and we’re harming ourselves by not using it? I am not exaggerating when I say I’ve never had to read cursive since I was forced to learn it in the third grade. There are people who worship cursive like it’s some sort of deity.
Well, it’s not. It’s illegible, pointless, and obsolete. Deal with it.
And if I’m going to DC, I’m going to be bashing in skulls, not reading.