So it’s two-days post-provincial election and I am still feeling embittered, disenchanted and disillusioned. I didn’t even vote for the one viable opposition party, so it’s not like this outcome is really any worse than the alternative from a purely political perspective. It just tires me to think about four more years of Christy Clark’s “families first” style empty rhetoric. And it saddens me to see that we have chosen to continue shamelessly plundering our natural resources in the interest of buoying the all-important economy in the short term. I would dearly love an actual leader to emerge in this province – someone with vision and bravery and an ability to turn the ship. Someone with a personality that isn’t like nails down a chalkboard. Someone who doesn’t just radiate concern in order to get elected, but actually is concerned. Someone who will promise to listen and think and make educated, informed decisions – decisions that I may not even like, but that I can at least trust. Someone who has neither committed fraud while in office nor entered office for the sheer personal joy of being elected. Someone who can participate in a discussion without a smug smirk on her face. Someone who can provide a nuanced and intelligent response to a difficult question rather than just repeating a lowest-common-denominator mantra that numbs the brains of everyone listening. There must be someone better out there. Why aren’t we propelling different, more likeable, trustworthy people to the forefront?
Does anyone else find it sort of exasperating and desperate when people pontificate about how different they are and how that’s ok – no, more than ok, hands-down-better – than blending in and swimming with the crowd? I read this very funny post about Square Pegs this morning and found myself cheering along until I thought about it a little. Truth is, I could just as easily be perceived as one of the lululemon wearing, latte sipping, iPhone tapping demon crowd as a square peg – probably more likely in fact. And yet I’ve always felt like a bit of a square peg. I wonder about the need to define and validate ourselves against entire groups of people – each of which, as it turns out, is made up of individuals. In fact, I would venture to guess that every person positioned in the midst of even the most homogeneous crowd still feels a bit unique. Probably because they are.
The fact that a large percentage of the English-speaking population is unable to place an apostrophe in the correct position is not actually a sign that the end of the world is nigh. Language evolves – just like the length of your skirt, the width of your tie, or the cut of your jeans. Pounding your fist on the table in indignation over it makes you sound like an old coot. Everything and nothing changes. Today the kids can’t spell and they spend every waking moment texting; yesterday they grew their hair long and dropped acid; tomorrow…who knows? It all keeps moving along and eventually you won’t be able to keep up. When that day comes, sit back on your porch in your rocker with a nice cold beer and watch it all unfold around you. Leave the fear and resentment to those who never knew they once set the pace themselves.