I don’t know if its just me but it definitely appears that many people are just waiting to be offended these days. I have this imagination of crowds of story hungry journalists hunting for offended people so they can fill a page! If you believed everything you read you’d think English football is facing a racism crisis at the moment, when I don’t think it is. It’s having an a*sehole crisis.
Can I say, I’m not taking away from some of the terrible and plain unacceptable things that have happened recently, it’s a shame that some people haven’t realised that the world has moved on. But it does seem like many people are just too eager to point a finger at anyone who says something they didn’t like and say ‘you made me feel bad’.
I always remember learning the phrase ‘tell things like they are, not worse that they are’ and that’s exactly what is seems like we are doing at the moment. We’re in danger of all becoming big raging drama queens!
Words have power when we give them power. How can we say we have moved on and become a free society when all it takes is one word, one phrase or one action to happen one time and all of a sudden everyone’s away to get their metaphorical pitchforks out and start the hunt for the dreg of society that could say such terrible things.
That’s not freedom. That’s fear.
Words have power but only if you give them that power. I believe we should now be socially developed enough to know the difference between a racist, a sexist, a bigot, a homophobe or whatever and someone who is simply being an a*sehole (the first never exist without the second but the second can absolutely exist without the first). I hope you see where I’m coming from.
Next time someone says something that offends you personally; look in yourself and work out what it is that offends you about it. How is it that your mind and sense of identity, fairness and what is good about the world is so fragile that someone else’s words can rattle you so significantly?
I’ve been lucky enough to have met less than a collective handful of racists, sexists, homophobes and bigots in my life and, if I was to find one now, I’d wonder how it is they have created such a narrow view of the world and probably feel quite sorry for them (I’m sure my pity would make them feel better!).
However, I’ve been ‘lucky’ enough to meet many, many a*seholes in my life, as I’m sure you have. You know what, if I met any of them tomorrow I’d probably shake their hand and ask how the hell they were doing. Why? Because we can all be a*seholes in any given moment, in someone else’s view. Maybe sometimes life would be much easier if we learned that, let a*seholes be a*seholes and just moved on with our own lives.
Sticks and stones people, sticks and stones…