reading through all this mess, i've had an ooky feeling in my stomach. partially anger, partially disgust, partially sadness, partially fear. partially some other shit too, but ooky kinda suffices, i think.
for the longest time i couldn't quite figure out what it was that was making me feel so:
was it the vicious, lynch mob-like-way in which people attacked for the simple action of expressing an idea? that's definitely sickening...
was it the pure judgmentalism writ large that i saw? that always twists my stomach...
was it the hypocrisy? (my favorite instance being the argument that the experiment was wrong because it might have offended, upset, or discomfited some present...while it's perfectly fine to offend, upset or insult the people everyone is attacking. it's the old, "I'm not bigoted! I hate all bigots!" dance.)
maybe it was the absurdity? (my favorite being the argument that the experiment was wrong because those involved couldn't guarantee that their intentions would be everyone's intentions: "well, sure, maybe you and your friends didn't mean for it to be all the things we've accused you of perpetuating, but can't you see that at some point someone might get out of hand?" If we're getting rid of all things that aren't perfect or perfectly regulated then we're getting rid of all things.)
maybe this...maybe that...there was certainly enough vitriol and bile to go around i think...
but eventually I realized what it was, and, to my anger, considering the amount of time i spent investigating it, I found that the ooky feeling really had nothing to do with this hideous debacle at all.
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for the longest time i couldn't quite figure out what it was that was making me feel so:
was it the vicious, lynch mob-like-way in which people attacked for the simple action of expressing an idea? that's definitely sickening...
was it the pure judgmentalism writ large that i saw? that always twists my stomach...
was it the hypocrisy? (my favorite instance being the argument that the experiment was wrong because it might have offended, upset, or discomfited some present...while it's perfectly fine to offend, upset or insult the people everyone is attacking. it's the old, "I'm not bigoted! I hate all bigots!" dance.)
maybe it was the absurdity? (my favorite being the argument that the experiment was wrong because those involved couldn't guarantee that their intentions would be everyone's intentions: "well, sure, maybe you and your friends didn't mean for it to be all the things we've accused you of perpetuating, but can't you see that at some point someone might get out of hand?" If we're getting rid of all things that aren't perfect or perfectly regulated then we're getting rid of all things.)
maybe this...maybe that...there was certainly enough vitriol and bile to go around i think...
but eventually I realized what it was, and, to my anger, considering the amount of time i spent investigating it, I found that the ooky feeling really had nothing to do with this hideous debacle at all.