Earl wrote:Ever since I discovered this website and started reading all the letters and posts from those who disapprove of it, I've been struck by the ferocity and outright hatred from most of these people, as opposed to the relatively few who've made their objections in a mature, restrained manner. I've often wondered what is behind this knee-jerk hatred.
You described the problem very well. The ferocity --a good choice of words --itself is an indication of something very unhealthy. It shows that someone places way too much importance on something so abstract.
I would guess that these people are angry because they consider not liking sports to be anti-social but that alone couldn't account for the degree of hatred we see.
It's as if they are angry that we have the nerve to say something that is absolutely forbidden.
I have discovered recently that when I am angry at people, I am usually actually angry at myself also --for some reason. Maybe these people are actually angry at themselves but don't realize it. Maybe they are sore that they have to put up with all the sports bullshit and pretend to like it. Maybe they're salty about having to memorize all those sports scores or watch football when something better is on like Judge Judy or John and Kate Plus Eight. Maybe they're PISSED that they have to pretend to like forking over $100 to watch some asshole play basketball while we just casually admit we couldn't care less!
I'd be pissed too!
That must be it. They have to endure a lifetime of pretense --for whatever reason --to maintain their heterosexual front or whatever --I don't know.
After all, pretending to like sports is a lot of frikkin' work. I was sitting in the barber chair the other day and, of course, the TV is always turned to golf or fishing (yuck) but that's OK because the volume was down anyway. But the barber next to me started talking to the guy getting his hair cut next to me about the Kentucy Wildcats. Believe it or not, the guy in the chair knew what he was talking about and even knew some of the players by name! He talked about the team's performance last year and their prospects for this year. What was even more amazing was that another guy, sitting waiting his turn to get his hair cut joined in --he knew some of the members too and recited scores and anedotes about their past performance. How do these guys know this stuff? We're in FLORIDA. They must stay up all night studying this stuff. My barber, who knows I don't know jack about sports and don't care to, said the same thing.
They have to continuously study as if there's going to be a test tomorrow. How dare we carelessly disregard all their hard work?!
How dare we shrug off the yoke of social obligation??