Before I go any further, I must address the “elephant in the room” that stands as a central paradox to this exercise: determining if a person or their actions contains any element of assholery appears to be judgmental. And that, on its face, at least appears to be at least kind of asshole-ish.
After all, a certain renowned moral philosopher has been quoted as saying “Judge not lest you be judged”. Seems pretty clear, right?
However, that same entity ALSO labelled certain individuals—quite justifiably, IMHO—as “hypocrites”. THAT smells at least a LITTLE “judge-y” to me (but still, on point!).
It also hints that determining “asshole” or “not an asshole” is neither so clear nor as binary as we’d like to think.
So, what to do? To me, it makes some sense to apply the same rules I use about what situation it’s OK (if ever) to use certain words that some people could consider inappropriate and/or offensive: context and intent.
My intent for this blog is NOT to arrogantly stand in judgement to wield some arrogant sense of moral superiority over others—perhaps to mask my own insecurities (that, to me, is one definition of a bully. And, for all my shortcomings and personal traits, I don’t think THAT label applies to me. You may feel free to disagree).
It is, instead, to navigate sometimes complex and murky ethical waters that have become perhaps even more turbulent because of technology and rapidly changing social mores. And for me, writing is often a way to figure out what, how, and why I’m thinking. I think many people genuinely obsess about “How to Be Good” (a Nick Hornsby book that, although a work of fiction, like all good literature, contains elements of “truth” with a capital “T”).
Intent can be either obvious or elusive. Let’s do “obvious” first. I once was driving behind a jacked-up truck with a massive secondary smokestack; the dude was “rolling coal”. The truck wore a bumper sticker that read “Prius Repellant”. At every stop sign, thick black smoke would pour out of the metal chimney and cloud the road.
The guy wasn’t just intentionally performing an action meant to bother someone, he was actively enjoying it and broadcasting his intent. He was acting like an asshole and was PROUD of it.
As far as context, MAYBE the situation would have been a little harder to “read” if the truck ONLY possessed the chimney, and it rarely, if ever, emitted smoke. But the bumper sticker pretty much destroyed any sense of ambiguity.
After all, why would or should he care if someone drove a Prius, an EV, an electric scooter? The only possible justification would be if a driver of one of those vehicles loudly or obviously displayed a sense of moral superiority (stay tuned for an installment on “Woke *”). But, IMO, just OWNING one of those types of conveyance, on its own, doesn’t send that message.
Now, let’s take a situation where judgement is not just unnecessary and inappropriate, but full-on wrong. You decide to attend a worship service venerating, say The Flying Spaghetti Monster. You watch the Pastafarians going through their complex-noodle-related rituals. You determine that they are either insincere (they aren’t taking their macaroni seriously), conducting them incorrectly (they are SUPPOSED to be using fettucine, NOT angel hair), or are just plain pointless (why pasta?).
First, you can’t possibly know each participant’s intent. Second, it shouldn’t matter; none of their words or actions have any bearing on you. Finally, this is THEIR space. You are a visitor (or, worse still, a “tourist”).
Second, the context is pretty clear. This is THEIR space. You are intruding on it. If you do so primarily for the purpose of passing judgement on them, YOU are the asshole.
Which brings me back to the popularity of the AITAH “Subreddit”. I don’t KNOW if each reader follows that thread to feel morally superior, or if they are reading it to navigate treacherous ethical waters—to be what a philosopher would call “a good moral actor”.
Since we have no way of knowing, and we are all in the same boat, the LEAST asshole-y thing to do is to give them the benefit of a doubt. I’d hope they’d do the same for me.