In my head, I consider myself a relatively egalitarian sort of person. I’m happy to give every body the chance to prove they’re interesting to me. Everyone IS interesting within their own little niche of the world, but I can’t inhabit every niche. Taking my cue from a quote that I’ve seen attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt (I don’t know if I’ve seen accurate attributions) small minds discuss people, average minds discuss events, and great minds discuss ideas. I’m an idea person. People who think and have ideas and are willing to methodically examine the idea’s merit in light of demonstrable fact are soul-sexy.
In spite of that I work in a field that, while self-conceptualized as an idea industry, takes status very seriously. Most of the preoccupation with status are the basic dominance games that are perpetuated across many species and cultures, but played out by the proxies of where you went to school, graduated in the class, how much money you are able and willing to part with, or who you’re related to. I went to the wrong school, only graduated in the top quarter, have no money, and as far as I know I am not related to anyone of consequence. I also can’t speak the language that will elevate me above those miserable proxies.
I’ve hit a wall within my soul, and my career trajectory, and now I face the question, should I stay or should I go? Either way, I, and the people I work with need to get over ourselves and get back to the ideas that can make this world a better place instead of pointless posturing in an increasingly isolated and rarefied corner of the world.