I don’t know; I kind of think that our culture is based around systematic denial of human limitations. I mean, there’s the eight-hour work day (which is about 4 hours longer than most people are consistently able to remain productive); buffing your qualifications on job applications (which everyone needs to do to some extent, because everyone else is doing it); the expectation of multitasking, even though it’s not really possible; academics are running around with impostor syndrome, ultimately because there’s only so many books that an individual is capable of reading, while a bunch of liars and grifters pretend that they’re experts at *everything* and are held up as thought leaders. Billionaires are held up as if they’re just incredibly hard workers, photoshopped movie stars held up as if they’re just incredibly beautiful. We feel guilty for not being something that never has and can never exist.
i dont know how else to put this but to approach books (or any media, really) solely for the sake of relatability is genuinely incredibly heartbreaking……to have such little (or such unwilling) imaginative scope that you cannot stretch yourself, even marginally, in a different direction to what you’ve known or are used to knowing when the very POINT of stories is to transport you somewhere else, into someone else, so you can do just that……..when fran lebowiz said a book “is supposed to be a door!” and george saunders said good prose “is like empathy training wheels” they were right!!! they were so so so SO absolutely entirely right!!!!!
i am the blood who cunts!
