Dear readers,

In recent weeks, the Cherry Pit team has been working on transforming what has been a historically unserious publication, to a respectable scholarly publication that hosts writings from rising stars at the SFU School of Communication.

At the forefront of this transition has been the seminal works written by our current President, Alan Röpke. The following is an e-mail that was sent to us from a reader in response to these works. It is clear to us that this reader has completely missed the point of our recent posts, and we publish the aforementioned letter as a warning of the perils of a lack of critical thinking and open-mindedness.

Sincerely,

The Editorial Team

From: Theodore Twombley <theodore_twombley2@sfu.ca>

Sent: Monday, March 18, 2024 7:43:18 AM

To: Communication Student Union <cmnssu@sfu.ca>

Re: “Pig Slop”, by Alan Röpke; “Slopify”, by Alan Röpke; “The Mickey Mouse Slop House”, by Alan Röpke.

Dear editors and readers of the Cherry Pit Blog,

I am writing today to express some of the feelings that have arisen in me as result of the recent blog posts on the Blog. As a fervent reader of the blog, I have noticed a palpable shift in the tone of the articles that have been posted on the blog. Gone are the days of "A begineer's guide to the horror movie genre", and "The oddest things that have happened to me in retail". Instead, we now have the following: "Pig Slop", "Slopify", "the Mickey Mouse Slop House".

These articles are themed around trite critiques of modern society that even ChatGPT could come up with, and all happen to be written by a pompous ass named Alan Röpke. It seems to me, Mr. Röpke, that in your fruitless attempt to understand the contemporary cultural landscape you have inadvertently corrupted your own brain. You have gained a set of horse blinders and extrapolated the problems and behaviours of a small and self-contained subset of society onto the greater population. You have become as detached from reality as the social media commenters you describe; you have gazed into the abyss, and it has gazed back.

When I read the Cherry Pit Blog, I want to read something wholesome; something that will make me feel better about my day. I want to read about someone's favourite childhood games followed by a shameless plug of the author's Instagram; not the incoherent rambling of a prick incessantly quoting Baudrillard, unparsable even by the latest generation AI. These recent blog posts have robbed me of these simple joys that I look forward to every 5 to 7 business days.

This letter is a desperate plea for a return to the regular programming.

Cheers,

A Reader