Last week The New York Times had a piece about "Twitter scolds," who correct people's grammar screw-ups and errors in taste. Hey, that's no big deal. There have always been crackpots, gadflies and shut-ins. That's how Huffington Post health updates on Bret Michaels get two thousand comments while normal people scratch their heads and wonder, "Who's Bret Michaels?"

The people who scare me are the ones who feel compelled to write simply, "good article" in the comment box on a magazine's website that's read by thousands.

Do these professional consumers also insist on offering pilot and co-pilot fist-bumps upon a successful landing? "Come on, Captain: Give me some rock!"

After downing a tasty carton of Stouffer's Macaroni & Cheese, do they feel obligated to send compliments to the plant manager?

Are they compelled to praise every decent article they read?

"Honey, I'll be there in a moment. I just have to let this writer know I think his article is—what's the word I'm searching for here?—good!"