I wish I could claim this as my own.

"In an age when cloying, dumbed-down Internet "chat" threatens to reduce
discourse to the linguistic equivalent of casual Fridays, men's-room
vernacular is seeping alarmingly past its Pine Sol perimeter, infecting what
is left of conversational civility. Well-articulated sublimation--which has
produced some damned fine (and sexy) art, music, and literature over the
millennia--is no longer the default mode of expression. That ageless Hot
Boy, Michelangelo's David, could only have been produced through deft
restraint. But try telling that to some WWF instant Adonis with a
protein-supplement habit."

--Gerri Hirshey