Prejudice Against The Ordinary

The only thing worse than being old in this country is, well, being… ordinary.  This prejudice has become an insidious, destructive force in our society that is never really talked about.  It begins at an early age and haunts us throughout our journey on this earth.  It’s pervasive and yet…silent.  So what about those of us that aren’t blessed with grand talent or supreme intelligence or, worse, outstanding looks?  What if you’re just not that unique and original?  How can you ever be really worthy of others’ love or even your own?

We are taught at a young age that being ordinary just isn’t good enough.  Ordinary just is not valued in our society and, unfortunately, in many of our families.  But in reality how can every single person be extraordinary?  How can every single person stumble upon some new universal truth?  How can we all excel and illuminate the world?  I mean, come on.  We can’t all be Oprah or Jay-Z.  Wouldn’t that just then make the extraordinary…ordinary?

My point here is:  celebrate the ordinary!  Don’t be shy.  Go on. Celebrate it.  Celebrate yourself.  Say what you have to say!  Put yourself out there!  Because, my friend, you are important DESPITE being ordinary.  And I’m going to let you in on a little secret that my 2-year-old daughter told me before she could even speak:  being lovable and important is not reserved for the extraordinary.  It’s reserved for each and everyone of us.

I am just now beginning to understand this and to celebrate plain ‘ol ordinary me.  After all, when my daughter looks at me with such love and happiness, how could I not love myself, just a little bit, too?  *Deep breathe.*  And wow, doesn’t that feel pretty damn good.

About whitcoma

I am a SCBWI member and a marketing professional currently working in the automotive industry. Previously, I worked in the home entertainment division of Starz Media writing box copy as well as advertising and social media copy for preschool properties such as Chuggington and Tickety Toc. I have been published in several newspapers, including my own art therapy column in a local paper. Recently, I lost my beloved grandfather to Alzheimer's but my daughter and I had the pleasure and the privilege of holding his hand until the very end. Out of that experience came my first picture book.
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