teleology
at dinner tonight, someone brought up teleology, which, in respect to history, refers to the belief that events happened because they had to, one after the other, to lead up to the present moment. more than anything it affirms the endpoint. the present.
teleology falls under the rather expansive category of Things That Are Not Okay.
i do not espouse teleology. i find theory tedious in general; i’m not going to spend my valuable snood-playing time decided whether to identify as 40% New Historicist, 40% Feminist, 20% Kid in the corner who didn’t do the reading.
however, when i dismiss ani difranco or the indigo girls [simply?] because they featured prominently in a rearview mirror part of my life, i am being teleological. ditto when i make fun of my old poetry or old friends or pre-swarthmore modes of thinking.
they should teach classes here in how not to be disdainful of the past. (SOAN 087: RECLAIMING ANI. 1 credit. cross-listed under MUSIC AND DANCE and EDUCATION.) it’s SO tempting. so easy. who wasn’t an underdeveloped twerp at the age of 13?
it might be a touchy subject to me because i still look more or less the way i did when i was 13. under such circumstances, naturally i would want to differentiate myself from my tween self as much as possible, in the only way possible.
but um, i was kind of cool when i was 13. i didn’t care what people thought of me. i spent no time or money on fashion. i wrote limericks. i asked out a boy. even after that didn’t work out (see entry, November 19) we remained friends. my posse of friends were the coolest people ever; i didn’t NEED a boyfriend. in fact, when a boy asked me out — a boy i thought i really really liked — i surprised both of us by saying No.
good to remember. go ahead, try it!