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This was posted by a friend of mine, ex Pink Martini percussionist gone solo, and it struck home with me.
The binary strikes again.
I will confess, I am old enough to remember the inception of Facebook. One of the things which caused me not a small amount of cognitive dissonance was the seemingly innocuous “like” button. It struck me as a veritable monstrosity at the time. Having grown up in a time when human discourse and interaction were not mediated by having to take a position of agreement or disagreement in the face of an utterance, it seemed like a forceful, even coercive, presentation of an injunction. To like or not to like, that is the question. Absorbed in my first soliloquy as I ventured into the newly founded land of virtuality, I treaded with caution and apprehension. Each post that came up on my feed, the daily bread of my emerging cyber identity, rattled the fragile eggshells I was walking on. It was clear to me that friendships hitherto taken for granted would be undone by this little friendly chubby thumb icon. It also occurred to me that polarization would be inevitable. It made interaction contentious at its heart. It seemed like a game of poker gone wrong. Suspicions running high. Humans are not supposed to show their cards at the start of any dialogue, not because they are deceitful, but, rather, because their own positions are not supposed to be set in stone, especially at the beginning. There are no cards to show. And yet, here we were, forced to take a stand on one or the other side of this newly created fault line. Earthquakes were sure to follow. And they did. One after another the dominoes fell. And they continue to fall in an alarming crescendo of spiraling chaos around the world. Pick a side. They force our hand. In fear we choose an identity… Or it chooses us… All who leave the pack run a great risk. Both sides hate only one thing more than the other camp: the lone wolves. The ones who refuse to sell their soul with a click. The ones who live without the safety of a forgone conclusion. In the spirit of things, please do not like this post, please don’t even make up your mind, but do share it if you wish to keep the conversation alive.
The binary strikes again.
I will confess, I am old enough to remember the inception of Facebook. One of the things which caused me not a small amount of cognitive dissonance was the seemingly innocuous “like” button. It struck me as a veritable monstrosity at the time. Having grown up in a time when human discourse and interaction were not mediated by having to take a position of agreement or disagreement in the face of an utterance, it seemed like a forceful, even coercive, presentation of an injunction. To like or not to like, that is the question. Absorbed in my first soliloquy as I ventured into the newly founded land of virtuality, I treaded with caution and apprehension. Each post that came up on my feed, the daily bread of my emerging cyber identity, rattled the fragile eggshells I was walking on. It was clear to me that friendships hitherto taken for granted would be undone by this little friendly chubby thumb icon. It also occurred to me that polarization would be inevitable. It made interaction contentious at its heart. It seemed like a game of poker gone wrong. Suspicions running high. Humans are not supposed to show their cards at the start of any dialogue, not because they are deceitful, but, rather, because their own positions are not supposed to be set in stone, especially at the beginning. There are no cards to show. And yet, here we were, forced to take a stand on one or the other side of this newly created fault line. Earthquakes were sure to follow. And they did. One after another the dominoes fell. And they continue to fall in an alarming crescendo of spiraling chaos around the world. Pick a side. They force our hand. In fear we choose an identity… Or it chooses us… All who leave the pack run a great risk. Both sides hate only one thing more than the other camp: the lone wolves. The ones who refuse to sell their soul with a click. The ones who live without the safety of a forgone conclusion. In the spirit of things, please do not like this post, please don’t even make up your mind, but do share it if you wish to keep the conversation alive.