The exaltation of one’s own gut feeling is tricky, especially when it exalts as somehow sacrosanct the isolated delusions of men with power over their fellow creatures. In practice, this can lead to a hopeless privileging of my personal fantasy, over the observable facts of those with less privilege, as the definitive and binding take on reality. Mistaking the still, small voice in our heads for absolute truth isn’t a uniquely American heresy, but combined with the deifying of whatever it is we might mean when we talk about the ineffable virtue of following our hearts, one prevalent understanding of personal strength becomes an ugly sense of personal infallibility. Being true to myself, in this context, might simply be a matter of being true to my endlessly self-justifying ego.
What Are You Pretending Not To Know Today?
What Are You Pretending Not To Know Today?
What Are You Pretending Not To Know Today?
The exaltation of one’s own gut feeling is tricky, especially when it exalts as somehow sacrosanct the isolated delusions of men with power over their fellow creatures. In practice, this can lead to a hopeless privileging of my personal fantasy, over the observable facts of those with less privilege, as the definitive and binding take on reality. Mistaking the still, small voice in our heads for absolute truth isn’t a uniquely American heresy, but combined with the deifying of whatever it is we might mean when we talk about the ineffable virtue of following our hearts, one prevalent understanding of personal strength becomes an ugly sense of personal infallibility. Being true to myself, in this context, might simply be a matter of being true to my endlessly self-justifying ego.