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Mari, the Happy Wanderer's avatar

Dolly, this was so smart, keenly observed, and humane. I’m not sure if what I have to add is an additional cultural trend, or whether it falls into one--or several--of your categories, but here goes. In my experience, we Americans have almost an allergy to things just being tough, unfair, and sad. We want to rush in and fix things (my most recent Happy Wanderer is about this), and we also don’t want to allow people to feel their feelings, just as they are, and for as long as it takes.

When my son was first diagnosed as autistic, and later when my daughter was diagnosed with congenital muscular dystrophy, everyone I knew tried to minimize what I was feeling. They did it out of love, because it made them sad to see my sadness, and to think that my kids, whom they loved very much, would suffer. So they’d predict bright futures for my kids, fail to notice when things were hard or went badly for them, point out every tiny success (when, say, my daughter managed to walk up some steps, which were 4” high and she had to haul herself up with the handrail); they would say, “See? It will all be ok.” And the irony is, it basically has been ok, but it has also been hard. Finally I said to the people in my life, “Can you let me be sad about this, at least for now?”

My point is that being a teenager is really tough for everyone, but especially when you don’t fit in for some reason, be it gender expression, autism, or something else. Our culture very badly wants to turn those feelings into a happy story of triumphing against the odds with the help of science, of finding a new and supportive community, of kids living their best lives. One reason that the minute an awkward, socially isolated kid comes out as trans s/he is celebrated by everyone is that we prefer the triumphalist story to the sadder, but realer one. It can be really rotten to feel excluded, especially as a middle-schooler or teenager, and we don’t want to think about that. We’d much rather tell the happy story.

By the way, I used to be an editor at a journal that published a lot of Derrida, Butler, Foucault, and the other authors you cite. I agree: the vast majority of it was just empty gibberish, but everyone was too scared to say so because they were worried about what other people would think. Hmmm. Sound like any other phenomenon in our culture these days?

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Tytonidaen's avatar

This was a banger of a piece, Dolly. Nice job!

Also, AMEN AMEN AMEN, all day long. My gosh, how I loathed my critical theory classes, for exactly the reasons you describe:

"Because I’m convinced they said nothing. The sentences didn’t make sense, the paragraphs didn’t make sense, and I suspect it wasn’t because I was stupid and couldn’t comprehend the lofty ideas. My perception was these books were some kind of academic version of the Emperor’s New Clothes, a 'blah blah blah Foucault' refuge for people who could neither think nor write anything of value."

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