As her face turned red and her speech became choppy, I realized that I was making her angry. I was embarrassing her. Torturing her. Making fun of her. The thing is, though, I wasn’t doing any of those things (at least not on purpose). I was merely objecting to her viewpoint. Offering my reasoning of why her view is incorrect.
I may as well have been some demon, sent from the depths of hell to make her doubt her entire life. That’s probably what it seemed like to her at the time. [Read more…] about Virtues of the Academic