Re: vapours

jason varsoke (jjv@caesun.msd.ray.com)
Mon, 29 Nov 1999 12:06:13 -0500 (EST) 

On Fri, 26 Nov 1999, Scottie Bowman wrote:

> 
>     Well, Jessica, didn't I warn you?  Didn't I?
>     There's no tyranny quite like the tyranny of 
>     the tender.

Scottie, I find this really funny.  I always feel like I'm playing a game
of rock-paper-scissors with people.  They are make a stupid judgement
call and I trump them with Rationality then they trump me with Tenderness.
Unfortunately, many of our culture have adopted the stance that feelings
are unassailable.  And while I make the argument that having a feeling is
an unquestionable right, acting on it is a completely different matter.
Many people don't seem to feel that way, as if all responsibility for good
judgement is thrown out the window if you're upset.  It's tiring.  While
pure rationality is also not the way to go, a tempered soul has a much
more successful time living.  How can we have forgotten Plato?  How can
someone figure something out over 2000 years ago, and we still haven't
got it?
   The tyranny of the tender -- yes.  Let's all just talk, express our
minds and never succumb to frivilous hyper-sensitivity.  I hate walking on
conversational egg shells.  If you like eating tubers and I have a problem
with tubers or I disappove of tuber lovers, what the heck do you care?  We
can have a dialog where you tell me why tubers are better than legumes and
why you can't do without them, and I'll listen, and maybe I'll go out and
try a tuber, but if I still don't like it . . .  so what?  
   And don't give me that cockimaney bull-plop about sensitivity.  I've
made it to sensitivity training several times and they couldn't hold me.
The only people who really demand sensitivity are soldier of war and God
damn it, they don't want any of that crap.
   So, all of you tender hearts out there, tender heads, lay down the
censorship of the weak heart.  Eat some jalapenos and fresh horseradish
and grow some hair on that chest.

-j

it's monday and I'm not in the mood for any of that hypersensitive
conversational hypocondriac crap.