Sitting in a local establishment people gather in for snacks, refreshments and socialization, I watched a woman, probably in her 40s, and according to societal standards, pretty, with curly blond hair and a slender physique, engaged in conversation with a quirky, slightly dirty and unattractive man, according to societal standards.
Sadly, societal standards are often created by the privileged with utter disregard to those who fall outside those standards. In general, someone with privilege can fall under several categories, including being white, possessing wealth, lacking any disability, being heterosexual, being attractive, etc…
Privilege does not make one better, it simply means one is not afflicted with the same struggles individuals who do not fall into those and other categories endure. And that is not necessarily because there is something wrong with individuals who do not fall in those categories, but that society often rejects and forces struggles upon them or adds to the weight of their burdens, if indeed they are burdened.
For example, being gay should not be a burden in and of itself, but many in society make it a burden with their judgments. Disabilities, on the other hand, can sometime be a burden, and then the struggle intensifies when many in society cast judgment or act cruelly toward such individuals. If you don’t believe me, ask openly gay individuals if they have ever been accosted in any way and follow a developmentally disabled individual in a wheelchair through the mall, especially in the food court, and take note of how many people stare and openly display their discomfort.
Anyway, it was clear this woman in the local establishment wanted nothing to do with conversing with the man. I found this strange, because I noticed her seconds earlier enthusiastically conversing with others on her societal standard scale. Apparently talking with this man was tipping the scale toward a pit of filth, according to her upturned nose, narrowed eyes and body that was somehow retreating yet managing to remain on the stool she sat on.
It’s apparently difficult for attractive, well-spoken people to converse with less attractive people who fumble their words, don’t dress in the latest trends and dropped out of pretentious communication 101. By the way, please don’t mistake “well-spoken” for intellectual depth. Perhaps proper would have been a more suitable word to use. For the record, the ugly man uttered more of any worth in five seconds than she said her entire time in the establishment.
Eventually, the slightly dirty and ugly man ceased his conversation and exited. She began talking behind his back and eliciting pity before the door closed behind him, like she had just spent an hour in some secret CIA torture chamber.
As I watched her struggling to recover, I learned something about myself. I learned that despite my claims to open-mindedness, I’m extremely intolerant at times.
Maybe it’s from suffering from my own bouts if mental illness in running a society that is kinder to an individual missing a limb, because that is something they can see, or someone with a heart defect, because that is something they understand. Yet they are often intolerant of people with a brain defect, because they don’t understand or believe it, despite the fact the brain is just another organ.
Perhaps it is from having a son with special needs and enduring judgment because I don’t let my 5-year-old walk, despite the fact him telling me “more” while holding him – because he can’t walk – is a greater accomplishment than a child of the parent casting judgment making a soccer goal.
Maybe it’s because I have a family member who announced she was gay, and other family members express their anti-gay views, hurting her under the guise of free expression and saying, “toughen up.” Yes, I am clearly intolerant, because at times, when they say that, I am thinking, “The next time you are enduring any sort of pain, instead of relieving it, I am going to sit back and say, ‘Toughen up.’”
Wait, I just remembered the woman I spoke of earlier. It must have been painful for her privileged self to converse with an uglier individual. And I am pretty sure I once wrote a column about two wrongs not making a right.
So I guess I am an intolerant hypocrite at times. There you have it.
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