Author’s Note: This blog post is co-authored by Mr. Zane Cottlesworth (newly on Twitter as @MrCottlesworth). I promise Mr. Zane Cottlesworth is not me. He will be co-authoring blog posts with me now and then.
My dear friend Mr. Cottlesworth and I have observed a phenomenon that we find both repulsive and admirable at the same time.
It goes like this:
A powerful, usually white, usually male person reaches such a pinnacle of his career that he can literally say anything, dress in any fashion (read: like a horrendous slob), throw friends and colleagues under various large moving vehicles, and do all of these terrible things while remaining completely unscathed.
Like I said, we find ourselves repulsed yet oddly admiring of people who are like this.
You might be able to think of various fictional characters who fit this description. Mr. Cottlesworth is fond of his fictional countryman Sherlock Holmes (Mr. Cottlesworth interjects: in particular the recent BBC incarnation as portrayed by Mr. B. Cumberbatch), who manages to treat everyone terribly and still have a job because of his “brilliance.” The police, for example, return to Sherlock again and again, even though he’s nearly impossible to deal with, because when they’re over a barrel, Sherlock is the only one who can help.
But when you are not powerful, white, and male, working with these kinds of people can seem variously like a wild joke and like living in a “VH1 Behind the Music” featuring David Lee Roth or Oasis.