One thing that struck me after the US Men’s Basketball Team won the gold medal was the quick comparison to the 1992 “Dream Team”. Instead of just saying this team was good we automatically had to compare it to another era and to see if we could say that this team was the best. This happens all over the place now from pop culture to sports to politics. Everything has to be compared to another era, to another film, to another musician, to another event. Things can’t just be, they have to be the best or the worst or the greatest or horrific.
The mixture of our news cycle, talk radio culture, and the need to over analyze everything, have combined to create this climate. I know that I have slipped into this and tossed out the phrase “the best” a little too often. I actually have tried to cut down on doing that because I know how ridiculous this sounds. However I wasn’t very successful, last week after I got done masturbating in the shower I proclaimed that it was the greatest shower masturbation session of my entire life. Although I do not keep complete records and thus it may not have been, in fact there might have been an incident in 95 when a bottle of Head and Shoulders… never mind. My point is that I needed to stop doing this. (Saying things are the best not masturbating in the shower.)
To cure myself of doing this I decided to rate everything for like two days. Every single thing I did I decided to rate it against the other events in my life. When I rated things they couldn’t just be average or good or fair they had to be the best or the worst in comparison to other events in my life. Trips to the bathroom, phone conversations, bike rides, getting the mail, all of it was something I thought about in my head and compared it to past events.
When you start doing this you absolutely realize how ridiculous it sounds. You can’t compare so many of these events because it is so arbitrary. Was that really the best cup of mandarin oranges I have ever had? Not really. So do I set up a contrived rating system to measure how much I liked that fruit cup and compare it to other fruit cups from the past even though the context in which I ate those fruit cups is forgotten or at best hazy?
After doing this for a couple of days it really cured me of hyperbole, over analysis, and made me just take things for what they were. Now everything is just mediocre wait maybe this wasn’t a good thing.
Was this the best or worst blog ever? Do you tend to rate stuff like this as well?