Jitter #36

I saw a clip recently where someone being interviewed kept decrying a topic as “fake news”, despite the fact that what the interviewer was saying was undeniably true. And then suddenly it hit me. I’m not sure if this is the way it’s being used generally, but what I realized was that this person didn’t mean “fake news” in terms of “lies” or “false news”. They meant it in terms of “not news”. In other words, “It’s not worthy of our attention. It’s not really news.”

The emphasis was on whether it was news or not rather than whether it was true or not.

So I think at least sometimes when someone says “fake news”, what they mean is “something I don’t really think people should be getting upset about or even paying attention to.” It’s not denying the thing’s veracity but rather its significance.

Not so much a denunciation as a hand wave.

Which is a bit twisted, in my opinion.

Jitter #32

Who I Am

I am white,
black, brown,
yellow, red…

But that’s not who I am.

I am male,
female, man,
woman,
yin, yang…

But that’s not who I am.

I am Christian,
Muslim, Jewish,
Buddhist, Taoist,
Hindu, Wiccan,
atheist, agnostic…

But that’s not who I am.

I am straight, gay,
lesbian, somewhere
along the
continuum…

But that’s not who I am.

I am American,
European, Indian,
Asian, Middle Eastern,
a child of the world…

But that’s not who I am.

I’m a lefty, a righty,
a leftist, a rightist,
liberal, conservative,
centrist,
ambidextrous,
bisexual,
queer…

But that’s not who I am.

When you label me,
you marginalize me.

When you see me only
as part of a group,
you diminish me.

When you assume
I act and think and feel
as others like me,
you delude yourself,
because there are no others
like me.

I am unique,
not a stereotype,
not a cliché,
not something you
can merely dismiss
without thought.

I’m tough.
I’m chaotic.
I’m a challenge.
I’m human…

I belong to groups,
but the groups don’t
define me.

If I tell you my eye color,
can you know what’s in my heart?
If I give you my shoe size,
will you get a glimpse into my soul?

If you want
to know me,
then talk to me,
listen to me.

Hear what I say,
read what I write.

See what I do,
watch how I live.

Learn what I love,
what I hate,
what I desire,
what I fear…

And what I hope for
and what I dream of.

Discover the wonder
that I am,
that you are,
that we all are:

Individual.

Unique.

Complex.

Indefinable.

Only then will you know
who I am.

Jitter #31

i. For any reasonably complicated situation, if you’ve only seriously considered one possible explanation for what’s going on, then you haven’t thought about it deeply enough.

ii. Any situation involving other people is reasonably complicated.

 

Jitter #30

I would not want to live in a society where it’s against the law to be an asshole.

Not that I want to be an asshole… I just like the idea that I’m free to be one if I feel like it.