I hate when people dismiss someone with an excuse such as:
They're emotionally this way or that way
They're young
They're an extremist
They're racist (When it's something that isn't)
They're sexist (When it's something that isn't)
Etc.
It's fucking disgusting to see that level of intellectual dishonesty, this shit happens all of the time.
Fuck, even politicians do it.
Yes I dismiss my own mother this way.
She's just borderline personality disorder. And no amount of explaining anything will help or change her. AKA lost cause.
Some times if you want to get along with some one you must dismiss their ugly side.
I find it's a sign that the opposing party has no argument, and because of that, they use dismissal to dodge answering/coming back with a counter-argument. At least, that's been my experience. A bit broad.
Yes, I know (knew!) an SJW who summarily dismissed people for the most trivial of offenses. Between the people she's cut off and the people who have cut her off, it's a wonder she has any friends left. (Those few who remain hold to the hope that sh'll grow out of this phase when she realizes it leads nowhere good.)
I tend to dismiss people who are overly aggressive and angry. I don't put up with people who talk to me that way, it has nothing to do with my ability to argue.
Quote from: Jannabear on January 24, 2016, 12:06:48 PM
I hate when people dismiss someone with an excuse such as:
They're emotionally this way or that way
They're young
They're an extremist
They're racist (When it's something that isn't)
They're sexist (When it's something that isn't)
Etc.
It's fucking disgusting to see that level of intellectual dishonesty, this shit happens all of the time.
Fuck, even politicians do it.
It's not good arguing, but everybody does it, at some time or another. We try to diminish an opinion, because of some objectionable quality of the person giving the opinion. I frequently dismiss republican presidential candidates out of hand. :wink2:
When it comes to dismissing the young, some situations almost demand it. When I think of a 13 year-old girl fighting with her mother about her boyfriend and she throws out something like, "You'll never understand our undying love for each other! We're going to be together forever, you'll see!" I can't help but roll my eyes. Of course it doesn't mean there aren't people who meet the love of their lives in middle school, but let's be honest, statistics aren't exactly in their favor.
One can be full of sound and fury ... but the important thing is ... let it signify more than nothing. Put it to work.
When my father was around, the only way I could live in the same house as him was to dismiss him, he drank all the time, yelled out Niggers every time a coloured person came on tv, and usually hissed homophobic remarks at me when I was in the other room. But he was never physically violent, but would have Bern mentally degrading if my mother hadn't taught me the way to cut yourself off from people like him.
That's probably why I didn't cry when he died, because cutting any emotional tie from a man I hated so much off it didn't impact me so much.