I was reading this article yesterday (unfortunately in Italian) and felt my sense of injustice rise, after some time, by what I read but also by other – more general – considerations.
First: Those who are tall need support and attention as much as the short ones. Abbott and Costello might have the same emotional needs and get hurt the same way. If Ninetta is a shorty it doesn’t mean she’s more fragile or sensitive than the gargantuan Beth.
And also: Those who sweat their ass off and are better at school need encouragement and praise as much as the dunce who has studied just this once. My Italian Lit teacher at high school used to tell me “From you I expect more than from all the others, so even if you did better I’m lowering your grades this semester”. What a bitch.
And then: Lauren just shot a pic of her baby cousin with her mobile and uploaded it to her profile, receiving massive feedback; Paul goes out with his DSLR and shoots unique specimens of unspoilt jungle fauna, risking his life. Everybody sees it but not a single comment is added.
And finally: Do-gooders are always met with resentment. People can’t stand them because they’re clearly better human beings than themselves, which is unforgivable by all means. Between Jesus and Barabbas, people would still choose Barabbas.
Because I’m luckier, or taller, or stronger, or better trained, I’m always required my best effort to extort any kind of recognition from those around me, in every sphere of my life. My inferences have to be better verified, my opinions more grounded, my jokes funnier. The only feelings I’m granted are patience and equanimity. Those with fewer (moral, physical, emotional, intellectual) centimetres are allowed more mistakes and liberties. And obviously deserve more praise, help or acknowledgement.