I live in a limited world.
My world, in many ways is very central to everyone’s world. That means everyone knows about my world. But I’ve got to work pretty hard to know about everyone else’s world. I live in the New York City area – my town is in the movies and TV all the time, and very often covered in the news. Everybody knows a little something about New York, even if it’s just superficial Rockefeller Centrism or Statue of Libertism.
I know I’m presenting a somewhat “grudgeful” point of view by saying that – a grass is always green elsewhere sort of mentality. But there is a something in there that I want to get said, that I think doesn’t get noticed or said quite enough. Let’s stick with the assumption that I am right, and that my Prominent Urban Existence has given me a very limited world view.
… my Prominent Urban Existence has given me a very limited world view.
That out of the way.. I first realized how limited my own view of things was nearly 20 years ago, when a good friend introduced me to a book called Women’s Reality: An Emerging Female System. I never got around to actually reading the book, but my friend and I had long conversations about it. I don’t know if what I learned from those conversations had anything to do with the intended teachings of the book, but in any event – the book was the catalyst for what I did learn, and I’ve carried those thoughts with me for two decades so far. Festering. 😉
The take-away, in my view, was that women live in a reality that is superior to a man’s, in that they live in their own reality, plus they also learn to live in the stereotypical “man’s world”. They know both worlds.
You may or may not agree with that “take-away”, which occurred to me when I was only 20 years old, before I had seen much of the World or of its various workings, and before many of the things of the early 1990’s world had morphed into what we have today. Maybe today it sounds sexist, or limiting in some contrarian sort of way.
But I think we can all probably agree that I haven’t got a clue about what it is like to grow-up as a woman, in the New York area or anywhere else. And I’m a sensitive guy, so you’d think I’d have a clue or something, right? Who knows – maybe I do but I don’t realize it.
People from Kansas know both worlds!
Likewise, a guy or gal from [FILL IN YOUR FAVORITE NON-NEW YORK STATE HERE].. let’s say.. Kansas – well, they will know what it is like to live in Kansas, and they also have a pretty decent idea about what it is like to live in New York. Or, more certainly, they know more about New York than I do about whatever town or city they came from in Kansas.
So I’m the limited one. Except we have good pizza and they don’t. 🙂