I see you there. You and the mini casualties you’re creating on Facebook. Judging the way she parents, the guy she’s dating, the purple pants he’s wearing, the politics she espouses. You’re judging me right now aren’t you… Or wait, is that me? Am I doing the judging?
Being judgy is dirty. It’s mostly wrong, casting stones and such. (Wait, did I just judge there?) But it’s as easy as a raised brow, and we all do it. Maybe it’s, unfortunately, part of being human.
Is judging ever a good thing? Sure, in life we have to assign values to things, gather data so that we can carefully to select the right path to take — it helps us create intuition. “Use good judgment!” my dad has told me since the day I could open a can of beer.
But judgy is more about the lack of data and personal bias. The world works the way I see it. Period. It’s a “should” on steroids. It’s not open-minded, and it doesn’t listen. AT ALL. And we try not to be that way. We try to be open-minded, fair and accepting. We try.
And then there’s a moment, like our theme image this week, where we applaud someone who can’t contain their side-eye, when being judgy is just a wee bit warranted.
This week we take on our own biases and yours. We offer ways to be less critical and revel in our own singular point of view. Don’t judge.
- Amy Barr judges herself and hates it
- Penny Wrenn judges herself and is cool with it
- Caroline Waxler judges the journalist
- Kate Steinberg judges your generation
- Nefertiti Austin judges mommy frump
- And in Ovarian Rhapsody, I judge the judgers