Xtreme Hatred.
I hate extreme sports. I hate marketing that panders to extreme sports enthusiasts. I hate the use of the word extreme when the words "risky to the point of being stupid" are more appropriate. But until today, I never really knew why I hated the trend.
I don't hate the people who are involved. Most of the ones I've heard talk about the sports are really free spirits or daredevils. And, because they're successful, and kinda cool, young folks imitate them and break bones, and tear ligaments. Par for the course, I'd say. Kids harming themselves imitating their heroes doesn't make me hate it either. Hell, it's not even the marketing... "NEW EXXXTREME MARSHMALLOWS. OUR BLANDNESS IS OVER THE TOP!" Nope, just stupid and shallow and very normal. So, why do I hate it?
On the way to work this morning, (I do most of my thinking on my commute. I have a long commute.) I was thinking about skinny chicks. (Kate Moss, you know.) I really dislike skinny chicks. In fact, I dislike fat chicks, too. A little less than skinny chicks I think, because they're usually just a bit nicer. In my experience, extremely skinny women, and extremely fat women have issues. Mental issues. Big ones. I'm not saying this is always the case. I know in some cases the issues are medical. I'm talking about generalities. Generally, these women have very extreme views. Skinny women usually have extreme self image issues, or self esteem issues. Large women either have self esteem issues, or extreme problems with self indulgence, manifested in food.
So, then, I thought this... What is the correlation between extreme views of self, of world, of anything, and mental illness. I could make an argument for mental illness in extreme sports. I can clearly make arguments for mental illness in any fundamentalist religion. People who are welfare dependent by choice, not circumstance? Not right. People whose whole lives revolve around accumulating wealth? Just sick.
So I hate extremists. I'm an anti-extremist extremist, if you will. Now if you'll excluse me, I'm going to go wallow in self-loathing.
I don't hate the people who are involved. Most of the ones I've heard talk about the sports are really free spirits or daredevils. And, because they're successful, and kinda cool, young folks imitate them and break bones, and tear ligaments. Par for the course, I'd say. Kids harming themselves imitating their heroes doesn't make me hate it either. Hell, it's not even the marketing... "NEW EXXXTREME MARSHMALLOWS. OUR BLANDNESS IS OVER THE TOP!" Nope, just stupid and shallow and very normal. So, why do I hate it?
On the way to work this morning, (I do most of my thinking on my commute. I have a long commute.) I was thinking about skinny chicks. (Kate Moss, you know.) I really dislike skinny chicks. In fact, I dislike fat chicks, too. A little less than skinny chicks I think, because they're usually just a bit nicer. In my experience, extremely skinny women, and extremely fat women have issues. Mental issues. Big ones. I'm not saying this is always the case. I know in some cases the issues are medical. I'm talking about generalities. Generally, these women have very extreme views. Skinny women usually have extreme self image issues, or self esteem issues. Large women either have self esteem issues, or extreme problems with self indulgence, manifested in food.
So, then, I thought this... What is the correlation between extreme views of self, of world, of anything, and mental illness. I could make an argument for mental illness in extreme sports. I can clearly make arguments for mental illness in any fundamentalist religion. People who are welfare dependent by choice, not circumstance? Not right. People whose whole lives revolve around accumulating wealth? Just sick.
So I hate extremists. I'm an anti-extremist extremist, if you will. Now if you'll excluse me, I'm going to go wallow in self-loathing.
Glintir |
9/30/2005 04:32:00 PM
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