F*** You, Yelper: Yelp Reviews as Beat-Style Poetry
Perhaps it wasn't the intention of the person who started Fuck You, Yelper to frame random snippets of sadly hysterical Yelp reviews for comparison to anti-intellectual Beatnik poetry. But I can't help seeing each post -- a few lines plucked, sometimes but not always, from a longer review -- stark in its braying, self-righteous ignorance as a work of art unto itself:
There were people outside in their pajamas. How difficult is it to change into street clothes? That just ghettoed the place. My brother brought 2 donuts from donut man and nobody ate them. We all said ew. It's just a donut.
Yes, it's just a donut.
And it's easy to see why Fuck You, Yelper has quickly become one of the most popular Tumblr pages over the last few days. Haven't we all despaired of the quality (and often dubious provenance) of the reviews and entitled ramblings posted on Yelp? Hasn't the world despaired over Yelp's business tactics and its effect on small businesses?
It's just par for the course at this point for Yelp to become a parody of itself, intentional or not. And that's what Fuck You, Yelpers showcases by merely posting a snippet of a review every day or so. It's also surprising to see the excessively minor things that can transform a guest's experience from wonderful to terrible in a matter of seconds, circumstances that are often out of a restaurant's control or have nothing to do with the restaurant in the first place (patrons in pajamas?).
But the site never seems to include Houston Yelp reviews. Could it be that our general population is just more well-informed, that we're more coherent and fair-minded than the average Yelper? EOW decided to take a look at some Houston reviews on Yelp to find out.