Look at this. Just look at it. We have finally reached the bottom of the barrel. I thought we were done when we started making stars out of people who eat laundry soap on camera. I was wrong. We have found a new way to be proud of being terrible. It is called the Tuneless Choir. The idea is simple. You can't sing. You know you can't sing. But instead of being quiet, you get together with other people who can't sing and you make a lot of noise. This is where we are as a species. We are now celebrating the fact that we lack basic skills.

The story behind this mess is even better. A woman was told as a kid that she was bad at singing. Her teacher told her she was ruining the song for everyone else. Most people would take that as a hint. They would find a new hobby. Maybe they would try knitting. Or walking. Something that does not hurt other people’s ears. But no. Not in this world. In our world, if you are bad at something, you do not quit. You start a club. You find a bunch of other losers who are also bad at it. Then you all do it together. And you call it brave. It is not brave. It is just loud.

This is the peak of our times. We hate the idea of being good at things. Excellence is mean. It makes people feel bad. If someone is better than you, that is a problem. So, we solve it by making sure nobody is good. This choir is full of people who cannot hit a note if their lives depended on it. They get together and they scream. They call it singing. I call it a cry for help. The person who started this was told she spoiled the song for everyone else. That is a great word. Spoiled. Like milk that has been sitting in the sun for a week. She took that feedback and decided to turn it into a business. Now, people pay money to go and be bad. They pay to stand in a room and make sounds that would make a dog howl in pain. And why? Because it feels good.

Of course it feels good. Being honest is hard. Being good at something takes real work. It takes years of practice. It takes failing and trying again. But who has time for that? It is much easier to just say, I am bad and I love it. It is the ultimate participation trophy. You do not even have to try to win. You just have to show up and be annoying. Think about what this says about us. We used to have standards. We used to look at a great singer and feel inspired. Now we look at a great singer and feel jealous. So we go to a place like this to feel better. We want to be told that our flaws are actually unique. They are not. They are just flaws. If you can't sing, you can't sing. It is not a secret identity. It is just a fact.

The politicians love this stuff. On the Left, they will tell you this is about inclusion. They will say everyone has a voice. They will say that judging people for being bad at singing is a form of hate. They want us all to live in a world where there are no winners and no losers. Just a big, loud, off-key mess. It makes them feel like they are helping. They are not. They are just making sure nobody ever tries to be better. On the Right, they will probably try to sell you a hat for twenty dollars. They will talk about freedom. They will say it is your right to be as loud as you want. They love it because it keeps people distracted. While you are busy screaming in a community hall, they are busy taking your tax money and giving it to their friends. They don't care if you can sing. They just care if you can pay the entrance fee.

Both sides are missing the point. The point is that we are giving up. We have decided that being good is too much work. We would rather celebrate being real. But being real just seems to mean being lazy. It means not caring about the people who have to listen to you. It is selfish. It is the most selfish thing you can do. You are literally taking up space and making noise because you want attention. The founder says she was told to stop singing. She didn't. She doubled down. She made sure that instead of one person ruining the song, a hundred people would ruin it. It is a revenge plot. She is getting back at that teacher from years ago. She is saying, You can't stop me. And she is right. We can't stop her. Because we are too afraid to tell anyone they are bad at anything anymore.

We live in a world of noise. Everything is loud. Everyone is talking. Nobody is listening. And now, nobody is even trying to be in tune. We are all just shouting our own songs at the same time. It is a nightmare. It is a loud, messy, tuneless nightmare. And we are all expected to clap for it. I am tired. I am so tired of people pretending that failure is a win. If you can't sing, don't. There are plenty of other things to do. Go for a walk. Read a book. Sit in silence. Silence is actually quite nice. But no. We can't have silence. We have to have the Tuneless Choir. We have to make sure that everyone knows we are here, even if we have nothing good to say. Or sing. So, go ahead. Join the choir. Pay your fee. Scream your lungs out. Just don't expect me to listen. I'll be over here, in the corner, waiting for the day we decide that being good at something actually matters again. But I won't hold my breath. It is hard to hold your breath when everyone else is sucking up all the air.