It’s been awhile since my last rant. I’ve got some pent-up passion to let flow, so here goes…
Association is an expression of identity. Depending on who we consider ourselves to be, we align with larger groups – whether they be nationalities, ethnicities, genders, professions, sexual orientations, religions, philosophies, or whatever. When asked to answer the question ‘Who are you?’ in only five words, I predict that most people would use their five words to make associations with a larger group: I’m a carpenter, I’m a woman, or I’m Portugese. Association is an expression of identity.
So it bothers me when people make generalizations about a particular group, and then follow it up with the casual modifier: ‘I don’t mean you, of course – nothing personal.’
I encounter this often with respect to gender: ‘Men are so messy! Not you though; I don’t mean you.’ Umm… pardon me? Either you don’t actually support the comment you’ve just made, or you’re implying that I’m somehow less than a man. Another example: ‘Nothing personal, but women are so contradicting.” The lame self-rescue attempt of “nothing personal” is completely bogus. Gender is personal! As a component of identity, nothing could be more personal!
The same is true for all other aspects of identity. If I make judgements about Dutch people, but excuse their applicability from every Dutchman that I personally encounter, then clearly my judgements are meaningless. Worse, they’re degrading. I’ve taken a person, and stripped them of their association. Perhaps I think that I’m doing them a generous favour by differentiating how it doesn’t apply to them, but the insult of lost identity is far worse.
The associations we choose to make (and the corresponding words that we use to identify ourselves with) are profoundly personal. When others partition us as somehow aberrant from the group, it robs from us a piece of our identity. That’s personal.










