I avoid Yelp mostly because I think Yelp reviewers (most kinds of reviewers) are a pack of irritable screaming narcissists.
The only way Yelp is going to be effective in the least is by scouring the profiles of a bunch of whiny prima donnas to find one like myself, which can only end in bloodshed. Such is my curse.
This, of course, is coming from an extremely low-profile blogger who is also an ex-reviewer (of goddamn blogs, no less) that has never amounted to anything as a writer but continues to fling gunky brain-glops all over the internet at every opportunity like a monkey with a fistful of poop. No one should be listening to me but me.
But people love Yelp. I guess people just love being told what their opinion should be about shit in general. They love reading movie reviews to decide what to watch (there are these things, you guys, called movie trailers, you should check them out) they love Consumer Reports and TripAdvisor and lists of bestselling books, and they love forming an opinion based upon those previously existing opinions ("I don't know, it's only got two stars on Yelp").
In a capitalist society I understand we want to get the highest value for our money, but come on. That's a fucking terrible reason to rely on other people's opinions. Why do you let strangers control your choices over the only things you can truly choose? Why don't you learn things for yourself?
Granted, that's the kind of thought process that leads to toad-kissing and cocaine, but...shut up.
All this mildly ties into that Domer who made up his girlfriend, to which I say, um, who gives a shit? So have thousands of other teenagers. He lied about something and people started to care about leukemia because of it - this is bad how? Because people had feelings about the health of their fellow fucking man? THAT IS A GOOD RESULT. Just pretend you were watching Nicholas Sparks movies, which, by the way, are also fucking fictional, and it does not matter how emotionally damaged I am, Channing Tatum is not going come along and tell me that we are actually married but I don't remember because of a terrible accident and I just have to goddamn accept that.
But there are gullible people believing everything they read on the internet, which is the one place where amateurs can actually lie about whatever the fuck they want with zero consequences and plus there is porn of everything except for me and Channing Tatum and I vow to remedy that.
So then we all struggle around barking and rearranging other people's words all fucking day, and journalists regurgitate more words and we regurgitate theirs and it's this huge international game of telephone that never ends and nothing ever gets done about it. Here's hoping this wonderful media fuck-up because people DID NOT DO THE RESEARCH changes all that.
At the same time...don't listen to me. Two reasons:
1) Don't be me. There can be only one.
2) You just keep on keepin on. But do it because it's what you want, not because it's what other people tell you to want. Doesn't letting strangers make your decisions for you take the fun out of everything? When you want to learn something, teach yourself.