In this rant, I lay out some symptoms of our world’s insanity and share ways to survive them. It can feel hopeless, but here’s what I believe: We can still cultivate wellness and goodness in our own relationships. In fact, we have …

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I hate hate.

Just kidding! I love hate. Just like I love all emotions. Hatred is like love or excitement or joy or anger. It arises naturally for good reasons. And it means something. The question is what. I make some guesses in this rant.

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What do you hate? What might your hate mean? Do tell!

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When I feel used, I tend to get angry.

Which is a good thing. Because anger is a super-effective alarm. It is such a strong emotion that I can’t ignore it.

And so I wonder about it.

Usually anger alerts me to a boundary violation. An attempt by another person to take from me what I may not be willing to give. To use me.

Which means I need to consider whether and how.

Which first means I’d best retreat into my Garden and look around. From there I can consider whether I want to be used at all. Do I want to listen to this person talk endlessly about themselves right now? Yeah, OK. Do I want to be blamed for this person’s mistake? No. Do I want to accept this student’s late work? Yes. Do I want to stay in relationship with a narcissist? Well, since this one is my dad, yes.

Once I have decided whether to be used, I decide how I’m willing to proceed. Emphasis on willing.

• I’ll find interest in this needy, talkative person but give myself silent permission to bring the conversation to a close when I can no longer maintain a caring or curious stance.

• I’ll calmly and gracefully reject the blame. “I can tell you’re upset about this. I totally get it; it sucks to discover you’ve made a mistake. What are you going to do now?”

• I’ll accept the late work and impose agreed-upon consequences. If there are no agreed-upon consequences, I’ll discuss with my class what we’ll do about late work from now on.

• I’ll activate my compassion for my narcissistic dad and know my limits: that I will not be abused by narcissistic rage. That I will honor my own boundaries and speak my truth despite the inevitability of vicious retaliation, knowing the punishment has nothing to do with me and everything to do with the narcissist’s unbearable pain. That I will reserve the right to walk away for now or end the relationship for good. That I will not try to change the narcissist but rather will attempt to love and respect them by acknowledging how hard it is sometimes to be them. That I will refuse to conform to their reality, which ultimately isolates them, but instead will try to co-create a shared reality that is safe for both of us. Until all this is no longer possible.

The how is not pre-programmable. What matters, I believe, is making the decisions in your particular circumstances. Re-asserting your agency in your own life in the face of someone who would rather turn you into an object for their use. I call this Re-Subjectifying.

As humans, we get to do this over and over again: We get to decide whether we consent to be used and, if yes, to design the how to fit the circumstances. We are in charge of our contributions to our shared experiences.

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I want to thank the Boy from Savoy for his thoughtful questions after last week’s post. Without further ado, here are my answers:

For garden-variety assholes, is it a choice or a habit?

First of all, thank you for using the word “garden,” Boy from Savoy! As you may know, it is a crucial concept in the battle against assholism. If all assholes would just Get in Their Effin’ Gardens from the get-go, we wouldn’t be having this problem (or conversation).

Back to the question: Neither. Being an asshole, in my view, is neither a choice nor a habit. It is a necessity, an automatic psychic reflex to a particular unexpected moment, a protective behavior learned long ago when actual survival was at stake. I see assholic behavior as being regressive, a return to a Younger Me when tantrums, for example, worked.

But here’s the kicker: Becoming an asshole in the moment is not a choice or a habit, but not becoming an asshole in the moment is. I hope that makes sense!

Is the concept of “asshole” subjective? Culturally based? Are there objective criteria to define the state of being an asshole?

My answer is “yes” to the first question and no to the last two. In my view, the concept or experience of assholism is subjective. Someone who puffs up as a know-it-all might really get your goat, while the same person, same behavior, might barely register on me. And there might be particular times when that puffed-up person especially gets your goat and others when you can shrug that person off with a mere twinge of irritation. I think assholism is situation-dependent.

Are assholes a necessary consequence of an organized society? If so, should it be looked at as a health condition and be medicalized? How do you treat the condition of “being an asshole”?

Oh my god these are excellent questions! And all totally different! But, as you might imagine, I have strong feelings about each. Which I will not bore you with here. Instead, quick answers:

Yes, I would say assholes are a necessary consequence of society. I don’t think it needs to be organized. All it needs is two or more people interacting with, impinging on, and occasionally thwarting each other. (See The Last Man on Earth.)

I would never ever encourage a mental health condition to be medicalized. I’m not a medical doctor, of course, but I am a doctor of education (which is utterly irrelevant here) and believe that afflictions that arise from human relationships should first be addressed through human relationships.

How to treat the condition of “being an asshole” is the topic of my book. If you want to get the answer to that question, first hope and pray that I get it published. Then, if I do get it published, read it.

Are there incurables?

Yes. People who don’t want to change.

What are the benefits/consequences of being an asshole? Are these culturally determined?

The benefits are psychic relief. If assholism erupts out of overwhelming internal pressure (and I believe it does), then being an asshole distracts everyone, including the asshole, from that pressure. And, in some cases, makes them feel powerful, indomitable, invulnerable, etc. All good feelings for someone whose behavior hides the exact opposite feelings.

The consequences are alienation from other people. Ideally.

I would say that one cultural element that is facilitating our Era of Assholes is conflict-avoidance. To the extent that conflict-avoidance is a vast cultural epidemic — and it is — then the benefits and consequences of being an asshole are culturally determined. That is, our culture is letting assholes get away with literally murder.

What’s the least asshole-ish society?

Umm. Finland?

Thank you again, The Boy from Savoy! Other readers: Keep those questions coming! And please weigh in on my answers to these juicy questions!

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And now for my request:

I’m working on a new chapter of my book. Controlling Assholes. People who don’t want you to do anything other than what they want you to do. Think of them as Control Freaks? But not Freaks who exert control over themselves. They’re not necessarily assholes. I’m looking for stories of people who diabolically insist on controlling others.

Got any stories? Send ‘em in!

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We have entered (or re-entered, as this is not the first time in history) the Era of the Asshole. Thanks to the models provided by prominent leaders, people seem to have given themselves permission to go uncontained: to just spew their shit all over everyone.

It’s time to reclaim decency.

So I am researching assholes. Well, not really: I have spent the past two decades helping people deal with the assholes in their lives, and I have dealt with my own assholism (as we’re all potentially assholes, even me!), so I feel like I’m already an expert. And, because I believe our rampant assholism is putting evolution into regression, I’m currently writing a book about them.

But I need examples.

From you, dear readers!

Here’s the asshole type I’m working on right now:

Entitled Assholes

These are the ones who expect you to give them whatever they want whenever they want it and fuck you – seriously: watch your back – if you don’t.

Know anyone like this?

I know you do.

College professors? You know students who behave as though their every wish is your command — and flame you in their end-of-semester evaluations if you hold them accountable.

Teachers? You know parents who blame you for their child’s infractions, insisting that their child shits pure gold. And you know students who resist and oppose you with absolute disrespect for the rules governing the world of school — because the students are supposed to run the show.

Anyone working in an office? You have colleagues who slack off then kiss ass or use your ideas or throw you under the bus, all to curry favor where the power is. Or you have a boss who plays favorites or runs away from conflict (thus allowing bad behavior to escalate) or withholds information or retaliates without warning or explanation.

Assholes abound wherever one or more humans congregate.

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If you’re balking at categorizing a student or a parent or a co-worker or a boss as an asshole, I feel you. You are a kind and good person. But you might be burying your head in the sand. People everywhere these days are behaving badly, and other people are letting them get away with that bad behavior (hunh — who’s the asshole?).

Call them what you will. Narcissist? Baby? Untrustworthy nut job? Pathetic soul who knows not what he does? Whatever. Tell me about them, give me the details, so we can all learn not just how to neutralize them but also how to strengthen our relationships with them and render their need for assholism moot.

Because that is the whole point of Teaching through Emotions!

I would love it if you shared a story about an Entitled Asshole you know. If you don’t want to leave a comment for all to read — understandable — use the TTE hotline:

413.239.4158.

Or email me directly at betsy@teachingthroughemotions.com.

I will not share these stories with anyone (other than my eventual book readers — if I’m lucky), so there is no danger of your being exposed. And I encourage you to camouflage the characters in your story. I’ll further camouflage your story if I use it, so identities will never be known.

This would be so very helpful. Not just to me but to the people in the world who would like to learn how to deal with the Entitled Assholes in their lives in ways that help rebalance the world. Cuz that is up to us, each individual. Knowing the psychology of assholes, in this case Entitled Assholes, is a big step in this direction.

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Thanks, as always, for reading and listening.

The assaults on our psyches just keep comin’. Every single day there are too many news stories that send jolts of anxiety and outrage (and cortisol) through our bodies. It’s virtually impossible to feel any agency in the face of dangerous, damaging acts by people we have no actual relationship with.

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Occasionally we ran into each other, though. The first time, I found her cranking open all the windows in a couple rooms. “It’s really hot in here! I’m burning up!” she said. OK.

The next time, as she waited for me to get her a glass of water, she apparently noticed a vase of sorry-looking flowers in the corner of the kitchen. “Looks like you’ll need to get some fresh flowers!” she told me. OK.

When she finished up her job and was putting the shoes that she had considerately taken off back on, I heard her say (not to me), “Look at the soles of my feet. They’re black! From all the dust!”

OK. From your perspective, dear reader, these comments might seem completely harmless. You might not have even noticed them if they were said in your home. But me? I noticed them. I had spent a fair amount of time with this woman making decisions about aspects of my home, and, while I had noticed her desire to be perceived as super sweet, what I felt was her resistance to my decisions and her undercover criticisms.

Her barbs.

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