As happens these days, I wrote a post this morning that, upon completion, I decided not to publish. The reason is that it will resonate with those who already get it, and will enrage those who don’t. It was about law students. It was about mentoring law students. It was about narcissistic children who believe their opinions, particularly of the quality of “lol no,” are entitled to either validity or, at worst, lengthy discussion using words of explanation that leave them with feelings of support and empowerment rather than feeling called out as morons.
The problem is that they are too often morons. The problem is that some of them are ignorant and fragile children who not only feel entitled to spew whatever nonsense is in their head, but demand that it be taken seriously and treated as valid. Except for the fact that they’re morons.
It’s no longer a situation I’m willing to suffer, and so I unceremoniously end any engagement and leave them to whatever they need to do to salvage their lost dignity. I don’t like to think of myself as a quitter, but I quit.
One joke is that you can’t teach a pig to sing. Another is that you can’t fix stupid. But the reality is that some of these law students will eventually become lawyers, and they will be terrible lawyers. Not because they aren’t smart enough, particularly since it doesn’t take a genius to be a lawyer. Not because they don’t care enough, as they gush empathy out of every pore. But because they are too arrogant and narcissistic to realize that the practice of law is not about their fragility, their emotional need for validation, but about serving clients.
But they won’t be persuaded. They will get confirmation from their cohort of passionate gnats, and the handful of woke, if none too bright, lawyers dedicated to the mutual circle jerk of unwarranted self-esteem. And they will not miss me. I no longer wish to waste my time on these children.
I quit and will instead spend my limited time and attention only on those law students who show the potential to someday care more about clients than they do about themselves. Not the virtue-signaling way, but for real. The rest just disappear from my screen, and can take whatever comfort they like in my non-response to their idiocy. I should care, but I don’t. And so there is no reason to publish my post to explain the problem to those whose only reaction will be denial, deflection and anger. I wish you well, but you will have to grow up without me.
I will continue to spend my time with law students and young lawyers who show promise, who show the desire to serve their clients and hone their skills. For all those law students and baby lawyers who think they know better, you’re on your own. I quit.