I was spurred to write a post this morning by two op-eds in the New York Times, one by Roxane Gay and the other by Michelle Goldberg. After doing so, I decided not to post it. The crux of their world is misery, everything is horrible and they want everyone to wallow in misery just like them. In response, I wrote what I would call a “Pollyanna Post,” that the world is filled with joy, love and happiness.
After claiming that students turn to her for assurance that everything will be okay, a claim I find utterly full of shit since who would ever turn to someone as utterly miserable as Gay for anything, Gay writes:
I don’t traffic in hope. Realism is more my ministry than is unbridled optimism.
