A recent Plinky prompt: Would you rather be a food critic, a book critic, or a film critic?
Here is my answer:
A food critic, a book critic, or a film critic. Let’s consider the amount of time involved: a four-hour book, a two-hour movie and a one-hour dinner (all arbitrary time commitments, for argument’s sake).
If the book/movie/meal is awful, I want to be a movie critic. It won’t give me food poisoning. I’m sitting in a commercially-air conditioned place. I can stuff myself with popcorn and candy (too many preservatives to give me food poisoning) to soothe the agony of wondering just how some films get pitched to the studios and who are the crazy people who back them.
If the book/movie/meal is excellent, I want to be a book critic. I can sit in my favorite chair, slow down my reading and re-read sections for clarification and enjoyment.
The food critic job will have to go to someone else.