Like the time we went to England for my friend’s wedding, at which my
Catholic ex, a lay chaplain, said a blessing over the meal, and the
Rationalist made himself vomit it up in the hotel room because it was
not Good to consume food sacrificed to false idols, and my Catholic ex
was not Good because he was Catholic, and Catholics valued submission
over creative freedom, and if I thought he was a Good man then I did not
understand Goodness, and therefore, the Rationalist could never discuss
philosophy with me ever again.
You'd have to make your conviction to not eat it public then.
Which would take some courage at least, even if you make up a reason and aren't honest about it.
He wept for hours, once, because he could not bear the loneliness
that came from being so much more spiritually evolved than I was. I held
his hair while he threw up
Holy shit. What a narcissistic, abusive, condescending,
self-righteous waste of oxygen.
Like the time I asked him, in tears, why telling him that something
bothered me, was important to me, mattered to me, wasn’t enough, why I
had to write a philosophy paper to convince him to do or not do
something, and he told me it was selfish and lazy not to, then
threatened—as he often did—to leave me. I wrote a two-thousand-word
apology in the form of a philosophy essay explaining why he should
discount my emotions before he finally forgave me.
I usually like Burton’s pieces, but this seems to further my standing
sentiment that professional writers should never make a piece out of a
breakup in the wake of it.
“He had, rather (he said) come to all his ideas about Virtue and the
Good independently, through his own personal and extensive study of the
Western philosophical tradition. Nobody had given them to him.”
I know the irony was intentional here, but it’s still hilarious.
Clearly the guy is a horrid waste of skin but the writer’s narrative
voice makes me deeply uncomfortable. There is always something deeply
disconcerting about that intense kind of scrupulosity exhibited by the
writer. Something in the obsession with “Good” that feels like it grinds
people away and hollows them out. It makes my skin crawl.
That’s certainly something
Aside from being a profoundly abusive man, the main thing I take away about this guy is – what a fucking nerd. What an insufferable, utter nerd.
What are the odds that this dude is one of the “traditionalist” motteniks? My Bayesian estimate puts it at 95%.
Holy shit. What a narcissistic, abusive, condescending, self-righteous waste of oxygen.
dude’s misogynist af
I usually like Burton’s pieces, but this seems to further my standing sentiment that professional writers should never make a piece out of a breakup in the wake of it.
he seems pretty irrational
“He had, rather (he said) come to all his ideas about Virtue and the Good independently, through his own personal and extensive study of the Western philosophical tradition. Nobody had given them to him.”
I know the irony was intentional here, but it’s still hilarious.
Mental illness
What in the goddamn
Clearly the guy is a horrid waste of skin but the writer’s narrative voice makes me deeply uncomfortable. There is always something deeply disconcerting about that intense kind of scrupulosity exhibited by the writer. Something in the obsession with “Good” that feels like it grinds people away and hollows them out. It makes my skin crawl.