Are you a misanthrope?

What's your assessment of the human race?

  • Fuck off, Ellie (default to option 1)

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EllieTalbot

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Misanthropy: Misanthropy is generalized dislike, distrust, disgust, contempt or hatred of the human species or human nature.

So how much do you identify with that?

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Yes, this is a re-launch. I intended to make this a public poll, but forgot to tick off the little box to make it one, so Laurel had been kind enough to delete the first one so I could go for it again.

I'm c&ping what had been posted in the first thread (and since I pm'ed Laurel quickly, and she responded quickly with the delete, there hadn't been much. The thread probably lived a half hour, if that).

Everything remains exactly the same, including the poll options, except that it's public. So if you want to tell me to fuck off, you'll have to attach your "name" to it, which was intended. *cue not-so-evil cackle*

At the time of deletion, there had been one vote for "we're more good than bad," and two "fuck off" votes.

As for posts, Byron in Exile had responded with:

I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
and queen moult no feather. I have of late—but
wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.


That happens to be a favorite passage of mine from Hamlet, and a fantastic contribution. While it makes some caveats in favor of humanity, the conclusion about our overall nature is nearly claustrophobic. And, in answer to that, I'd like to point out that such passages aren't difficult to find in literature (albeit not nearly so well-put), and I think that such frequent recognition of our follies works in our favor more than it works against us.

Saint Peter posted:

We are pigs.

All of us.


Byron responded with:

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy:


This time from Much Ado About Nothing, and aside from the surface relevance I extrapolate nothing. But I would point out that it's less relevant than the Hamlet quote, since it refers to men as a gender as opposed to the whole human race.

To Petey I simply say, oh, bullshit. And I mean that in the friendliest way possible. Humanity has produced more than a few people who aren't the least bit piggish, and I say that despite serious doubts that pigs are inherently bad.

Oinking in Omaha
(and Polling People in Peoria),
Ellie
 
This time from Much Ado About Nothing, and aside from the surface relevance I extrapolate nothing. But I would point out that it's less relevant than the Hamlet quote, since it refers to men as a gender as opposed to the whole human race.
And are not women a gender, also, and part of the human race?

I took Pete's comment as I supposed he meant it.

To Petey I simply say, oh, bullshit. And I mean that in the friendliest way possible. Humanity has produced more than a few people who aren't the least bit piggish, and I say that despite serious doubts that pigs are inherently bad.
Pigs are pigs.

Are we not men?
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uJBOAkMsSc

Hamlet
Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

Ophelia
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?

Hamlet
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

Ophelia
My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.

Hamlet
No, not I;
I never gave you aught.

Ophelia
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.

Hamlet
Ha, ha! are you honest?

Ophelia
My lord?

Hamlet
Are you fair?

Ophelia
What means your lordship?

Hamlet
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.

Ophelia
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty?

Hamlet
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Ophelia
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Hamlet
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.

Ophelia
I was the more deceived.

Hamlet
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Where's your father?

Ophelia
At home, my lord.

Hamlet
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.

Ophelia
O, help him, you sweet heavens!

Hamlet
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
and quickly too. Farewell.

Ophelia
O heavenly powers, restore him!

Hamlet
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
those that are married already, all but one, shall
live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
nunnery, go.

[exit]

Ophelia
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
 
The worst of people put the best of faces on their appetites.
 
Every group, mob, and committee serves no other purpose than to open the door to the monkey house of character.
 
I was hoping to be able to pick multiple answers. How much I like people, both in general and specific individuals, often depends on my mood. There are a few individuals for whom my liking or disliking varies only a tiny amount, but the vast majority will get happy weirdness or bitter snark depending mostly on circumstances beyond their control.
 
A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it.
-Agent K, Men in Black
 
They were the best of species, they were the worst of species...


;) ;)

Can I vote 1 and 2 with an option to be named later?
 
We're evolving slowly but surely. Will it be too little too late? I don't know but dualism is slowly becoming extinct and I think the world is on an upswing.

I don't believe we are born either good or bad. We are born with potential...
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uJBOAkMsSc

Hamlet
Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

Ophelia
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?

Hamlet
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

Ophelia
My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.

Hamlet
No, not I;
I never gave you aught.

Ophelia
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.

Hamlet
Ha, ha! are you honest?

Ophelia
My lord?

Hamlet
Are you fair?

Ophelia
What means your lordship?

Hamlet
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.

Ophelia
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty?

Hamlet
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Ophelia
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Hamlet
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.

Ophelia
I was the more deceived.

Hamlet
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Where's your father?

Ophelia
At home, my lord.

Hamlet
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.

Ophelia
O, help him, you sweet heavens!

Hamlet
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
and quickly too. Farewell.

Ophelia
O heavenly powers, restore him!

Hamlet
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
those that are married already, all but one, shall
live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
nunnery, go.

[exit]

Ophelia
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

This reminded me of Guru. I wonder where he is now.
 
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