an opposition to bullshit
I like to think I’ve always had a healthy opposition to bullshit. But certain events in my life that climaxed last week caused me to consider it my calling, my mission perhaps, to oppose bullshit. I still haven’t figured out how best to do this, but I believe writing here will play a significant role.
After another day of shoveling through the stuff, I went out and bought Harry Frankfurt’s slim volume, On Bullshit. I love the opening sentence: “One of the most salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit.”