Tonight (Super Tuesday), at the risk of being instantaneously divorced, I timidly admitted to Big A that despite the biblical imagery and craptacular agenda, I found Mike Huckabee “very likeable.” This was the very first time I actually *saw* him speak. I’ve read about him and continue to disagree with many of his opinions--but there it is: I saw him; he looked human; ergo, I like him. To me, he seems like an underdog, a reasonable person, resembles my friend Kevin, has a charming cheekbone dimple. Of course I don’t want Huckabee to be the next U.S. president--but some mushy part of my brain roots for him anyway.
I think of this inability to dislike as a key failure--it interferes with my aesthetic as well as ethical judgment. And then… then I let people who depend on my judgment--for their next read, for their safety, for the integrity of their next deadline--I let them down... Because I am incapable of vetting people correctly. Because the philosophy geek in me can argue either side of every problem, but my decisions bend to emotion.
That picture of yourself in academic drag you took when people were consistently mistaking you for an undergraduate (because genes, but a...