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things i am going to teach my children later: the “pick one favourite” syndrome embedded in our culture is stupid and useless

it starts at fucking pre-school, in those little get-to-know-me books, and it never ends. favourite colour? mother tongue? favourite character? best friend? favourite sport? song? movie? book? series? band? toy? no you can only pick one

and i am deeply convinced that this is intrinsically linked to one of the things that annoys me the most, which is that in our society, it’s considered a sign of maturity to prioritise one thing, and often specifically one person, above everything else. i mean, priorities are definitely important, but you are also absolutely allowed to equally enjoy/love/feel connected to different things without constructing some kind of hierarchy where one of them always wins out

“you can only like one gender, you can only be one (of the two “biological” – ha) genders, you can only have one partner, you must have one best friend, you must have one favourite activity (preferably your job, bc that makes you a functional member of society) because clearly if you love multiple things, you must love them less than if you spent all that love on one thing”

this rhetoric creates so much guilt and jealousy – as if love is a finite concept.

(incidentally it is also possible to genuinely love something without it being one of the things you love the most, and that doesn’t make that love any less valid, but that’s another discussion)

I agree with this so much. My entire life, it’s been impossible for me to name my favorite anything. The closest I can get is “one of my favorites.” I know I like things, but I can’t choose a favorite, and I’ve never known why it is supposed to be important!

ohhhh i have 5 favorite colors and i thought i was just indecisive!

this is a good post; i hope it’s ok if i add a sort of counter-example…

because the weird thing is, if you do have one favorite all-consuming passion, and you happen to be openly autistic, it gets pathologized as your Special Interest, whereas that ‘normal’ person that has their whole office done up in the colors of their favorite sportsball team doesn’t get that done to them.

Them: pick a color
Me: I am a graphic designer. Do not make me choose between my children.

I once asked the daycare kids what was their favorite color. One of them answered ‘RAINBOW!!!’ and they all changed their answers because indeed, the best color is all the colors.