I am borrowing a phrase used by badjahsensei
to describe the attitude that we're all special little individuals who must have praised heaped upon us or else our precious self-esteem might be affected. I'm getting a little frustrated with some of the stories I have been hearing on NPR especially when they interview authors who are schlepping their latest works. There seems to be this feeling out there that we should all give a damn about each others' lives just because we're "X". "X" can be just about anything; gay, black, woman, furry, etc. Somehow the world HAS to know about our unique perspective because of "X." On the one paw, I can see this. I think one of the most powerful tools in feeling good about oneself is the validation that others feel the same way. It sucks to be alone and lonely, so having that knowledge that there is someone with a similar experience out there is a comforting feeling. Likewise, it is then nice to have a community in which you can find people with similar beliefs, feelings, or experiences. On the other paw, however, we shouldn't expect the rest of the world to really care nor be forced to accept your explanation for why you are who you are.
I keep hearkening back to that awful movie "Tarnation" that I saw at an art house several years ago. I guess I was supposed to have some empathy for a teenager who wanted to be gay and do drugs and live life on his own terms. I am really not interested in your personal life with all of the screaming drama that would make LJ seem very tame. Do I really need to read about people who fall into the trap of drug or alcohol abuse? Do I really want to read about sexual abuse? Maybe it's therapy for the author, but I don't see how that makes you "special."
The other day they interviewed an author who received fame from her 1st book. She couldn't handle the fame and had a breakdown. Now she's writing a book about her experiences during the breakdown. What?!? I just heard a story about a lesbian teacher who made it sound like it was so traumatic that she had to pack up all of her belongings and move across the country. OH NOEZ! What an adventure! *yawn* I can't remember how many times I packed up my car with everything I owned and moved when I was just out of college. I'm sure many of you have experienced that whole thing. Is that worthy of a book or being mentioned in a book? It happens every day to millions of people. I think I wrote about cancer survivors a long time ago. How does surviving a disease make you special? If there were some special circumstances that made the story somehow compelling, I could see that, but most of the authors I hear seem to just talk about their personal struggle. *shrugs* Guess what? We ALL struggle in some way. I think we'd all be better off if we all realize that we're all pretty much fucked up in our own little way. Should I write a book on how becoming a furry was such an agonizing event in my life? How about a book on the furry perspective on the global economic crisis?