Opinion: Do you adore podcasts? If so, great. The venue seems right for long commutes, walks, or filling mental space while on the treadmill and otherwise. Friends often tell me about this or that great series on history, philosophy, arts, and religion. To have this option to legacy media is valuable, even essential. I have no doubt that some are brilliantly produced.
That said, I’ve been stung too many times by bad ones to have too great an interest in the general medium. I don’t even use the default podcast app on my phone. I’m sure it’s my failing, but there is one feature of many of them that I’ve found depressing. It’s not the content or the outlook as such. It’s the lack of erudition, the slang, the vulgarity, the prattle, the meaningless babble, the tonal inflections that rely on vocal fry and habitual filler language of “like” and “you know.”
In other words, too many podcasts to which I’ve been exposed feed my greatest single fear these days. What is it?
