State of the Me

I find I’m reticent to write a lot of the things I’m thinking lately; partly because a lot of it strike me as ephemeral crap I don’t really want to think about, and partly because I’ve grown weary of debate and discussion on certain topics. And not enough happens in the writing part of my life right now, so I’m not doing anything there. Meh.

I have thoughts, but I’m just increasingly unlikely to share them for fear of… I’m not sure what, exactly. Here’s a random sampling:

I’m tired of being dismissed with tired lines about “privilege” if I disagree with the idea that white people have no place in discussions about racism, or if I think the term “cisgendered” is unnecessary. (There is nothing wrong with “gender normative.” The word “normal” exists for a reason, and it isn’t a value judgment to say someone isn’t normal in some way. I’m a bisexual man–that isn’t “normal,” in that the vast majority of men are straight. It doesn’t lessen me to say my sexuality isn’t normal. It doesn’t, in my opinion, lessen a transgender person to say that I am gender-normative. But because I’m not transgender, apparently I don’t get to say anything.

The increasing tribalization of American society worries me. It’s not a good thing that so many people identify themselves by whomever they voted for in the last election.

I would emigrate to the UK in a second, for a lot of reasons. Lack of funds to do so is one reason I don’t. I wish there was a “citizenship swap” mechanism. That’d be pretty cool, actually. I think it’s absurd that in the modern world, with more ability to travel than ever before, our nationalities are determined by where we happened to be born. I regret, as I get older, that I didn’t go when I was much younger and probably could have done it legally. It’s only gotten more difficult since then, and the UK’s new system counts my age against me. (And yes, I know the UK isn’t perfect, either. As I said, many reasons.)

I don’t think Edward Snowden is a whistleblower. He just doesn’t fit the definition. I’m not sure whether or not I think he’s a hero, but I think it’s good that the information he leaked is out, and I suppose I’m glad he made that happen. He’s a guy who made a choice, and now he has to deal with the consequences of those choices. I suspect history will remember him more fondly than that.

I think I’m having a midlife crisis. Fortunately it’s more “quiet desperation” than “buying a sports car.” It’s not that my life sucks, but that I’m rebelling internally against some of the strictures I have to live by.

Theodore Beale is a cautionary tale showing that knowing facts doesn’t mean you’ll come to a reasonable conclusion regarding those facts.

Identity Theory makes me insane.