On the enjoyment of life
Look, I'm not Michael's biggest fan. (GO MAGIC!) But this tweet is ludicrous on several levels.
Michael doesn't need help "mythmaking". He's already a legend. The myth was written long ago.
And, certainly, Jordan doesn't need help selling himself. He makes money just by breathing.
The crux of their argument is that he cares only for himself. Now, I don't know if this is true. But for a journal which faffed Magic Grandpa past his expiration date, this is a rich comment.
As I tweeted, the far left and far right share many traits in common. One of the most annoying and saddest ones is an inability to take pleasure in simple joys. For them, life is a vale of tears to be endured until the revelation unfolds over the earth and society is remade in their preferred image. To take any joy in anything quotidian—like a documentary series about a basketball team—is tantamount to betrayal of their beliefs. Only the struggle matters; everything else is a dangerous distraction.
That's no way to live, to take anything and look only for the bad in it. Or, worse, to invent the bad to make it fit your worldview. It's easy to see why people like this would put you up against the wall if they came to power. Because rest assured: if they came to power, they wouldn't suddenly become happy and well-adjusted. Their pathologies would only be heightened.
Most people realize things are broken. But they're also not monomaniacal and focused only on righting wrongs. They also enjoy life's pleasures. They watch a documentary about a basketball team. Reveling in these little things gives us life. Without them we'd be typing in basements, plotting revolution, not showering.
This is a long way to say this:
