Monday, May 11, 2015

Judge Me

Since my last blog post, a friend posted a general comment on Facebook.  She thanked all of those who like her for who she is, and for not judging every thing she does.  I figure I should probably come here and rant again.

How do people not see how important it is to be judged?

We are a social species.  We want to interact with others, and I'm not talking about the kind of interactions experienced between two gears.  We want to engage the mind of our fellow human beings.  We want to be loved for who we are.  I'm not just a human; I'm this human.  I'm Benjamin.

How can I like someone for who she is without judging who she is?  90% of Wikipedia editors are men.  Men are four times more likely to ask for a raise.  I don't think this fear of judging and being judged is entirely on the female half of society, but our preferences are definitely skewed.

As for my friend?  I told her I've judged her and I decided I like who she is.  Sometimes the truth is be the lesser of two evils.  Other times the truth is just great.

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