"Then it became, 'How dare you write about things you have no experience with?'"
Yep, couldn't agree more with all of this. I also hate the implication that empathy and our common humanity are useless in the face of these arbitrary boundaries. Nobody knows what it's like to be in somebody else's skin. I don't even know what it's like to b…
"Then it became, 'How dare you write about things you have no experience with?'"
Yep, couldn't agree more with all of this. I also hate the implication that empathy and our common humanity are useless in the face of these arbitrary boundaries. Nobody knows what it's like to be in somebody else's skin. I don't even know what it's like to be black or male or straight or any other "identity." I just know what it's like to be me. To understand other black males better, I still need to talk to them.
Most of all, I hate the hypocrisy of these people who are invariably happy to preach to other people about their experience. I don't know what it's like to be *insert identity group of choice here*, but you know all about me and how easy my life is, right?
Astute observation. It’s definitely an in-group/out-group sorting mechanism with which some people perch themselves atop lofty mountains and can pretend they’re the bastions of human experience (not to mention the judge and jury).
"Then it became, 'How dare you write about things you have no experience with?'"
Yep, couldn't agree more with all of this. I also hate the implication that empathy and our common humanity are useless in the face of these arbitrary boundaries. Nobody knows what it's like to be in somebody else's skin. I don't even know what it's like to be black or male or straight or any other "identity." I just know what it's like to be me. To understand other black males better, I still need to talk to them.
Most of all, I hate the hypocrisy of these people who are invariably happy to preach to other people about their experience. I don't know what it's like to be *insert identity group of choice here*, but you know all about me and how easy my life is, right?
Astute observation. It’s definitely an in-group/out-group sorting mechanism with which some people perch themselves atop lofty mountains and can pretend they’re the bastions of human experience (not to mention the judge and jury).