Are Social Justice Warriors Snowflakes? Or Just Cold… By Shanu Athiparambath - April 28, 2018
Every evening, I walk through a steep, narrow road from McLeod Ganj, where Mr. Dalai Lama lives, to my home down the hill.
A large dog runs madly around his house like a wild animal, trying to jump over the fence whenever he sees me. I find this strange because I am no threat to him. If he wants to socialize with me, he could have politely negotiated with his Buddhist human. I think he is being victimized by himself.
I feel similarly towards people who are easily offended. I don’t know what is wrong with them.
Philosopher David Livingstone Smith begins his book Why We Lie with the story of Mel, a little girl who digs out corm, an edible bulb, from rock-hard Ethiopian ground in the dry season when food is scarce.
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