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Anyone who liked the last post, on moral foundations, might be interested in these pieces: The Politics of Disgust (cute 12-minute animated video) and Purity, Disgust and Donald Trump (from January, innocent time that that was). I've taken some tests at yourmorals.org and, unsurprisingly, I test pretty low on how disgusted I am with a variety of things... ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heisenbug could've told you that. Of course, that doesn't make me a liberal in itself. It seems like luck of the draw, whether life squicks you out or does not. What I can't figure out is: why do some people steadfastly hold that their feelings of disgust, such as they might be, have nothing to do with right and wrong, while others can't or won't dissociate those things?
I remember a conversation with my dad on that topic from when I was a teenager, ferfucksake, talking about some particular soft-rock song after picking apart the lyrics and message carefully: "okay, you don't like the singing style, but that doesn't make it WRONG". I wish I could remember his answer; I think the point was conceded.
On, at any rate, with life: I mailed off Christmas packages to the parental units today. I have a rant/essay stored up in my head about being an atheist who likes Christmas, and taking that as a chance to lead into my thoughts on cultural appropriation. But I don't have the time or spoons to handle that right now. (As a side note, I'd really like to take an essay-writing class someday, and CCAE always offers one, but for next session they are on my acro nights. Again.) In the meantime, packages, and quietly looking forward to taking some more time off work.
heisenbug could've told you that. Of course, that doesn't make me a liberal in itself. It seems like luck of the draw, whether life squicks you out or does not. What I can't figure out is: why do some people steadfastly hold that their feelings of disgust, such as they might be, have nothing to do with right and wrong, while others can't or won't dissociate those things?I remember a conversation with my dad on that topic from when I was a teenager, ferfucksake, talking about some particular soft-rock song after picking apart the lyrics and message carefully: "okay, you don't like the singing style, but that doesn't make it WRONG". I wish I could remember his answer; I think the point was conceded.
On, at any rate, with life: I mailed off Christmas packages to the parental units today. I have a rant/essay stored up in my head about being an atheist who likes Christmas, and taking that as a chance to lead into my thoughts on cultural appropriation. But I don't have the time or spoons to handle that right now. (As a side note, I'd really like to take an essay-writing class someday, and CCAE always offers one, but for next session they are on my acro nights. Again.) In the meantime, packages, and quietly looking forward to taking some more time off work.
