I’m developing a theory (or perhaps simply becoming aware of a fact) that we as a culture have almost no tolerance for visible imperfection. This can be seen in the obvious places: magazine covers, Hollywood actors and actresses, the incredible prevalence of diets and dietary supplements, nearly any interaction that takes place between 7th and 12th grades. I’m also beginning to be aware of it in less overt ways: a societal preference for machine-manufactured goods, furniture made of particle board with a wood-grain finish, the frequency of disposals rather than repairs, the constant marketing-oriented framing of everything. Nothing is above scrutiny and so nothing is both imperfect and truly satisfactory. (To clarify, I’m speaking on a societal rather than an individual level.) We who are parents are terrified of making mistakes during the indescribably messy process of raising kids, who are actually remarkably resilient to our mistakes. We as learners expect our teachers to know every answer. We as believers want religions with clear rights and wrongs. Everything must be perfect or imperfect, black or white, good or bad, liberal or conservative, Classic or Romantic, upper case or lower case. I’m just not satisfied that everything actually is any of those things. I’m actually not satisfied that anything is one of those things. But I’m not sure where to go from here so I’ll probably turn my thoughts back toward religion, rape culture, or Calvin and Hobbes.
I’ve traditionally been terrible at blogging. I’m aimless, purposeless, and infrequent, with a constant inner criticism that entirely eliminates the benefits of this format’s informality. My hope is to overcome these personal faults for the sole purpose of documenting my methylphenidate-aided thoughts. There will be too many parentheticals, an inappropriate and excessive use of hyphenation, inconsistent narratorial voice, and I intend to post thoughts whether or not they’re fully formed. That being said, maybe it will be worth reading anyway