Awhile ago I was sitting around a table with a bunch of people with job titles, and advanced degrees, accomplishments out the wazoo, and years of valuable experience. And I felt like the outsider. Not a valid contributor to the discussion. A toddler sitting at the grown-up’s table. Not a big deal. It happens. A good exercise in humility. But it made me think…
I’m not a Bachelor/Bachelorette addict, but I have watched enough with my daughter, Maggie. I know when the girl doesn’t get the rose and is in the back seat of the limo crying or angry, it’s not about losing the true love of her life. It’s about not getting chosen. Feeling “not good enough.” Suddenly on the outside when others are still in.
Isn’t this why reality t.v. is so popular? We are a culture of insiders and outsiders.
We love judging.
