I’m sorry minx. It’s true that you are a lily among cactus, a rare and precious jewel in a sewer of troglodyti. We are not worthy, we get that part.
However, in your haste to “rise above it,” you’ve ascended so far that the euphoria you’re experiencing is really oxygen deprivation as you near the vacuum of space.
“Terribly transparent these days?” Folly is nothing new and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the majority of people are not engaged in “sober and deeply informed evaluation.” But it’s right and good that there is a home team: to root against the home team is perverse – though it appears to be what you are compelled to do, even unto your own destruction.
Why don’t you come down out of that ivory tower sometime and see what life is really like? Life is experienced differently at ground level, where love and labor and loss are not academic ideas, but visceral realities.
Not only do you miss the truth about life up there in your eagle’s nest, Minx, you rationalize that it’s better that way. Now
that’s sad.