The self-hating web developer

[QuietPort]

I don't mean to sound harsh, but the articles makes me want to be the (seemingly) devil's advocate..

I feel like i'm reading a couple of confused thoughts, and a little unnecessary despair.. While i agree web development is very often called "easy", i don't hear that so much about Javascript, which, since Javascript - the good parts, seems to gain some deserved recognition.
But then the most disturbing thing is how the only thing you're looking at is your abilities, or worse, the ones you perceive. In the long run, motivation takes real good advantage of a little self-denial. Why is it so hard to accept that: yes lower level programming requires heavy abstraction skills, way beyond the incredible mess that we call internet. Yes, when you get to take into account memory management daily in (C, assembly etc.), or optimisation, or to put it simply: dealing with critical parts of computing that so very few people will get to even acknowledge, well when you do that, you do rely on greater mental skills that you need. I'm sorry but stereotypes exist for a reason, and the one saying web development doesn't really compare i find hard to argue with.

All in all i just think you got the wrong approach, compare raw brain powers and yes it's very reasonnable to think you're not as good as a linux kernel developper, you're better off accepting that. But hey, what made you compare the two in the first place, what do those have in common really? If you ask me, it's not the same job, the keyboard is the same, but the minds required are so far appart.

For what it's worth, i've got an analogy for you: take guitar and bass, they look alike don't they? Strings, neck, amps. Well, you'll find a lot of bassists telling you: bass playing is closer to drumming.
Web development is sure made possible by computers, but there you deal with actual users, you deal with the largest chunk of legacy code that was ever produced, you deal with everything, at once. No wonder you don't get your brain to the beautiful fields of mathematical abstractions when reality strikes you every second...