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How A Low Anthropology Helps Me Love Humans Even More
The gift of a low anthropology
For the longest time, I carried a high, progressive view of humanity.
Up and to the right, baby. We humans just keep getting better and better.
I don’t know where I saw us progressing to. Maybe we’d reach a place where we’d never have another bad day. Maybe all of our ills would eventually be wiped out. Or maybe, as the transhumanists say, one day we’d shed these rotting bags of flesh that we lug around and become something… Else?
Self-improvement was my jam. Show me the 7-step process to anything and I’m clicking on that thing. Bam.
My bookshelf is still swelling with personal development books. To this day, my email inbox is bursting at the seams because I downloaded so many blueprints and roadmaps to success.
Fueled by a psychological and cultural Molotov cocktail of American individualism, male I-can-do-it-ism, materialism, capitalism, and progressivism I saw myself as the one who had everything I needed to live my #bestlife.
And I was relatively happy. I did okay. I always had a roof over my head and a solid WiFi connection. Clean clothes on my back. Good health. Somehow, someone who was far out of my league married me and we had a healthy little…
