Every once in a while, Quora hosts a tech person composing a nice response to a thoughtful question or leaking something of relative value to the unknowing masses. But today, I got this in my inbox:
My first thought, since my father is a stage IV cancer patient, is… what in the actual fuck, Quora? Why do you even bother acknowledging that this level of pure delusion exists? Use the Internet to cure stage IV cancer?
How about asking a doctor? You’ve done that already, right? You’ve had the chemo already, right? You’ve had the radiation treatments already, right? You’ve had the medicine that actually causes those side-effects you only read about already, right?
What the fuck is the Internet going to do about cancer? It’s not going to inform you any more than a doctor is going to. There’s no secret that the doctor is hiding from you that can be discovered on the Internet.
And Quora, allow me to repeat for emphasis: what in the actual fuck? I thought your social network was all about sharing education and intelligence, not exploiting questions from distressed users who don’t know any better for the sake of reminding your users that you’re still around.
Hey @quora, stop sending me your shitty newsletter. Promoting Quora using questions like this makes you look shitty. i.imgur.com/Js0G8mE.png
— Brad Carr (@bcarr) March 27, 2013
And @quora, is anyone over there thinking at all or is it just the luck of the draw that you picked the most moronic question to promote?
— Brad Carr (@bcarr) March 27, 2013
Seriously though, @quora, you could have been a better Formspring. And then you let people ask thoughtless, pointless questions like this.
— Brad Carr (@bcarr) March 27, 2013
No response as of the time of this post’s publication. There must be no one paying attention to other social media channels. Standard.
And as the laser printer I had planned on printing a few reports on just decided to sabotage its drum, I really am nearing the point of punching a hole in the wall.
Emergency room visits on weekends are the worst, I know, but are they always this bad? – bcarr.me