Fernando presents another provocative question for our rumination (moo!)…
“Is it better to know or is it better to not know?”
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My answer… it depends! If we’re talking about facts, then it’s better to know. I don’t want data kept from me, do you? Unless it’s a matter of national security, I want the truth out there. Transparency, baby. I don’t want information deleted, redacted, hidden, buried, omitted, glossed over, lied about, etc. Just give me the facts.
But if we’re talking about feelings, then that’s a different thing. I’m not of the school that all feelings need to be expressed ~ that’s a hippy dippy concept and I don’t buy it. My parents believed it, and I witnessed firsthand how destructive it was. No, you will not implode if you don’t blurt out every nasty thought that pops into your head. Have some self-control! I don’t need to know if you think I’m a silly boring vain obsessed cat lady ~ just unfollow me and move on with your life. Easy peasy.
There’s a topical piece of news relevant to our discussion: a substitute teacher in NJ was just fired for telling a bunch of little kids there is no Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, etc. Parents were horrified she spoiled the “magic” of Christmas for their “innocent” children by um telling them the truth, and they had to fix things by doubling down on the lying, I guess.
Personally, I find it hilarious and sad. I think the teacher was wrong and possibly stupid. Why would she do that? Everyone knows how nutty some parents are about this stuff ~ I experienced it myself when I mentioned the Santa “myth” in what I thought was an adults only Usenet group and people freaked out because some of them had little kids peeking in. But a teacher, directly saying it to kids? Weird.
A huge number of parents do begin their children’s lives by promulgating this massive Santa lie (along with those others), and get enraged if anyone spoils it early, while simultaneously insisting on truth as a high value. Eventually the kid finds out the truth about Santa and knows his parents made it all up, etc. I’m not sure how that’s reconciled with “don’t lie to me!” because I wasn’t lied to about magical beings nor did I lie to my kids.
But… to each their own. 🎅