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Love this article. (And love Elaine Ou’s brilliant blog, below.)

When did we become a culture that relishes in punishing people for what offends us, what upsets us, words we deem outrageous……deeds we decide despicable – simply because our own glass houses are so perfectly polished?

I confess. I feel it too. At times, there is a visceral thrill at seeing someone punished for bad behavior. A passion for piling on. For saying something wrong. For expressing the wrong emotion. For not being contrite enough. Polite enough. Or suffocating in the same box of self righteousness as the rest of us.

I always feel shame after that sensation comes and goes, though. It doesn’t feel good to know I could easily be on the other side of that whip.

I remember being at a family party the weekend after Ryan Lochte got banished from Brazil.

I’m not a big fan of Olympic swimming. Nor do I know much about Ryan Lochte as a human being. But I can remember hearing a family member…..talking to his young daughter as she washed her hands in the bathroom. He was telling her that this was a bad person. The man on the news, in the background. Who had done really bad things. And this is why he was coming home. And this is why people didn’t like him anymore.

And I remember having to stifle the urge to interject. It wasn’t my place to offer an opinion of course, and saying something would have been wrong. But the urge was so strong…..i had to restrain myself.

I think back to the dumb things I’ve done. To the texts i’ve sent to friends. To the jokes i’ve made, been the butt of, and laughs I’ve shared that all things considered, were at the expense of the other. The joy of speaking freely. Laughing at the lunacy of it all. At ourselves –
at others – and this messy, stressy planet we’ve all got to share together for a brief blip of not nearly enough – and yet – far too much time not to fuck it all up.

Everything that we ought to value rests on tolerance. And to me, the irony is, tolerance is the one thing the outrage machine has lost.

By most accounts, Travis Kalenick ain’t the nicest guy in most rooms, on any given day. But to be scolded – to be reprimanded – to be publicly chastised for going into the (vacant) “lactation” room at UBER to meditate?

Good grief.

(…….and then they came for me.)

That story ends badly. For all of us.

For a much better blog than mine – continue reading below.

In today’s episode of People are Pissed at Uber, the internet is full of sound and fury because Uber’s CEO went into a company lactation room to meditate.

I had to Google “lactation room” to learn what that was, because I wanted to be properly pissed about it too. It’s basically a safe space where mothers can breastfeed. Oh, okay. Doesn’t Uber get some credit for installing a lactation room in the first place? None of my employers ever provided workplace lactation rooms.

It seems only months ago that people were complaining about Uber not hiring enough women. Now the company has shored up its staff, it’s got employees capable of lactation, it’s gone so far as to provide those employees with lactation rooms — and yet the internet is still unhappy.
https://elaineou.com/2017/06/08/the-wokeness-treadmill/

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I am an author, artist and entrepreneur. My 2 passions are writing about, and teaching Marketing and Meditation. I like to think I'm a lot like Eckhart Tolle, if only he was taller, and a much better tennis player. (it turns out in person, he's super short, has a terrible backhand and wears this weird scottish hat thingy that makes it really difficult to concentrate while serving) Plus he refuses to keep score and says " it's always NOW" when you ask who is up. Enough about me. We barely know each other. Stop staring. You're making me nervous.