One of the things that I love about On Bullshit
is the fact that Frankfurt could have easily written something long enough to be published as a book, but didn't. He cut through the bullshit to get to the point on, well, bullshit. Or does he?
It's an interesting read, and humorous, though I suspect that it won't be as funny as some people would like. It's thought-provoking and brings up some interesting points on exactly what defines bullshit and why people are so disposed to doing it, and why bullshitting doesn't bother people as much as lying.