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Thomas Friedman’s The World is Flat has been ubiquitously referenced in the last several years. Friedman is a hack.
Let’s examine his treatise: Technological and economical developments have removed geography as a barrier to productivity, making it possible and necessary for people from all over the globe to work together. Quite frankly, I just stated it better than he did in his entire book. But if you are still tempted to read, The World is Flat, please realize that the cover is all you really need. Pick it up. Put it down. That’s it. You’re done.
I read this when it first released, and Friedman, in truth, doesn’t tell us anything we don’t already know. Anyone that spent any amount of time whatsoever in (or even near) corporate America during the 1990s already knows as much, and likely far more, than Friedman’s globetrotting cocktail napkin ruminations will ever reveal. Friedman appears to have visited far corners of the globe in search of people who will quote his title back to him. In fact, through his artless narratives, we witness a multitude of shills parroting the book jacket, almost like audience plants at a hypnotist show. It’s very clearly artificial, and by that I mean... bullshit.
Take corporate experience out of it. Remove the global outsourcing initiatives, the quest for cheap labor, and the video chat boardrooms. Call tech support. Seriously, call tech support, and throw Freidman’s book away. You already know.
Over the past two years, I have seen The World is Flat appear (in serious academic citation form) in two collegiate textbooks. This is ominous. It is dangerous. The Freidman academic cult has spun four words into more than just an excuse for new diversity training seminars, they have knighted an itinerate opinion pimp as their standard bearer. Let’s examine, therefore, the man’s qualifications to speak as an expert on any topic.
Freidman is a journalist. That’s his gig, and in that capacity he bears one specific qualification: He is able to crank out a few hundred words a week at a fourth grade reading level. That’s the sum of the man’s gifts, and the full breadth of his expertise on the global economy. In additional to The World is Flat, Freidman has apparently amassed a tremendous garbage heap of opinions, evident by the number of recent tomes he has published. The man is an expert on everything… for fourth graders… for NY Times readers… and for college professors. Neat.
Real life doesn’t let you quote yourself and then become an expert by searching the planet for someone who will (with enough prodding) puke out the same four words. The blogosphere is teeming with fourth-grade level opinion-pimps. Perhaps there is still room out there for Friedman and his slobbering, gap-jawed, self-congratulating “one-world” acolytes: Or the Times. There’s always the Times.
Let’s examine his treatise: Technological and economical developments have removed geography as a barrier to productivity, making it possible and necessary for people from all over the globe to work together. Quite frankly, I just stated it better than he did in his entire book. But if you are still tempted to read, The World is Flat, please realize that the cover is all you really need. Pick it up. Put it down. That’s it. You’re done.
I read this when it first released, and Friedman, in truth, doesn’t tell us anything we don’t already know. Anyone that spent any amount of time whatsoever in (or even near) corporate America during the 1990s already knows as much, and likely far more, than Friedman’s globetrotting cocktail napkin ruminations will ever reveal. Friedman appears to have visited far corners of the globe in search of people who will quote his title back to him. In fact, through his artless narratives, we witness a multitude of shills parroting the book jacket, almost like audience plants at a hypnotist show. It’s very clearly artificial, and by that I mean... bullshit.
Take corporate experience out of it. Remove the global outsourcing initiatives, the quest for cheap labor, and the video chat boardrooms. Call tech support. Seriously, call tech support, and throw Freidman’s book away. You already know.
Over the past two years, I have seen The World is Flat appear (in serious academic citation form) in two collegiate textbooks. This is ominous. It is dangerous. The Freidman academic cult has spun four words into more than just an excuse for new diversity training seminars, they have knighted an itinerate opinion pimp as their standard bearer. Let’s examine, therefore, the man’s qualifications to speak as an expert on any topic.
Freidman is a journalist. That’s his gig, and in that capacity he bears one specific qualification: He is able to crank out a few hundred words a week at a fourth grade reading level. That’s the sum of the man’s gifts, and the full breadth of his expertise on the global economy. In additional to The World is Flat, Freidman has apparently amassed a tremendous garbage heap of opinions, evident by the number of recent tomes he has published. The man is an expert on everything… for fourth graders… for NY Times readers… and for college professors. Neat.
Real life doesn’t let you quote yourself and then become an expert by searching the planet for someone who will (with enough prodding) puke out the same four words. The blogosphere is teeming with fourth-grade level opinion-pimps. Perhaps there is still room out there for Friedman and his slobbering, gap-jawed, self-congratulating “one-world” acolytes: Or the Times. There’s always the Times.