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cosmolinguist"The Empathy Exams" is an essay I remember first hearing about almost a year ago. And I heard a lot about it, and everything I heard was good.
But somehow, those were the very traits that kept me from reading it myself. The weight of its quality seemed to press down on me. Sometimes I'm just contrary, and don't see a means by which I can like something if too many other people got there first. I think too much about empathy as it is, anyway; I tell people I suffer from a deplorable excess of empathy, and it's why I can't watch many movies any more. Anyway, "The Empathy Exams" sounds like something I could've written and why don't I get to have a book of essays (except for the trifling excuse that I don't write essays)?
But anyway. I finally read the essay and it really is as good as everybody says. I definitely want to read it again, after I've had a little time to digest it, and I might even want to read the book it's in.
But somehow, those were the very traits that kept me from reading it myself. The weight of its quality seemed to press down on me. Sometimes I'm just contrary, and don't see a means by which I can like something if too many other people got there first. I think too much about empathy as it is, anyway; I tell people I suffer from a deplorable excess of empathy, and it's why I can't watch many movies any more. Anyway, "The Empathy Exams" sounds like something I could've written and why don't I get to have a book of essays (except for the trifling excuse that I don't write essays)?
But anyway. I finally read the essay and it really is as good as everybody says. I definitely want to read it again, after I've had a little time to digest it, and I might even want to read the book it's in.