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"In our culture people tend to over-personalize" I don't understand that statement, Professor. In fact, I think it's a paradox; I think our culture tends to under-personalize. Women are just tits and men are just dollar signs. We make generalizations to degrade those around us, whether the generalizations are true or not. Our culture supports independence and opinions and freedom, yet we label everyone with their own box of stereotypes: gender, race, sexual preference, appearance, religion, and intelligence. Our culture de-personalizes individuals: While us youngsters sit and exploit our lack of work ethic, demoralize ourselves, smoke our cigarettes, and play with technology, laying waste to our mental health. Our culture promotes individuality: While the children of this era, the poor, blessed children are spoiled rotten, and pitied for the mess they will have to clean up when the young adults of today become the dead of tomorrow.
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Sep 30, 2014
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However, we do over personalize in the way that everyone is so self-centered in today's world. Many will not stop to lend pennies to a homeless man for fear of needing that money or that time themselves.

We are a paradoxical human existence, aren't we?

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