Well, hey. “I know it's out of
fashion / And a trifle uncool” to persist in my Sixties ideals, but I do. And
so today’s so-called Outrage Culture is really getting me down.
More and more often I find myself
shutting down because the texts around me are actually baited traps, about
which there can be little reasonable discourse. Those who speak know they are unarguably right; there is no need to listen to another perspective. There is no contingency;
there is no provisionalism. So many of us just want to be offended; and so many
others just want to offend.
This line of thinking reminded me
of a now-trite Sixties concept, epitomized (mockingly) in Hair. Perhaps you remember these lines from the introduction to “My
Conviction”:
I wish every mother and father
Would make a speech to their
teenagers
And say, “Kids, be free, no guilt.
Be whoever you are, do whatever
you want to do,
Just as long as you don't hurt
anybody, right? Right.”
Our understanding of “don’t hurt
anybody” is considerably more nuanced than it was back in 1968. I think most of
us recognize today that many of our freedoms depend on someone else’s lack of
freedoms, and fifty years ago the main beneficiaries of this ideal were white
middle-class men. But still. We have learned something since then. Or have we?
Without becoming an apologist for
anyone but myself, I really wish we could roll our attitudes back to an easier
time. Because I am exhausted by outrage, and my compassion is beyond fatigued.
So this. Do what you want, and
don’t hurt anyone else intentionally. Own what’s yours to own, and apologize
when you make a mistake. As Desiderata, another text popular in the 1960s and
1970s, reminds us: “Strive to be happy.” Yeah. Just that.
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