I was an “Anarcho-Capitalist” one time. The main thing was that, in bigoted opinions, I didn’t necessarily agree with them, but didn’t see them as a problem. The main channel was PragerU, and I specifically watched the video talking about public schools being misandrist because I was a school kid, and I was learning about all these topics that I couldn’t do anything about.
Really, I had an… Obamanist (since it wasn’t left-wing, but not right-wing in the usual way, I considered it from the president at the time) education where there was this deal of teaching kids about “cognitive bias”. I don’t exactly know how to define how it was taught; the teacher would announce that the class would be doing something, or completing a project, and it was these quanta that I learned about most things. Altho it seemed reasonable in hindsight, and altho minorities suffer greatly under the United States, I was just a schoolkid, and it felt like I was being called to do something that I couldn’t do. It had a lot to do with the subconscious, an idea that greatly upset me, because I was only a kid. The whole idea of the subconscious felt belittling, self-contradictory, complicated, confusing, and it was an enormous factor in an education that was just imposed on me, with grades for doing it right. I learned about the “pink tax” and the wage gap, and while these ideas were certainly correct and needed to be solved, I was just a kid and felt helpless at these grown-up problems leveled at me. It was like I was told to solve a problem that I couldn’t solve, or that I was brainwashed. So when I was told that this was a bad idea, I naturally latched on to PragerU with their video about schools mistreating boys, and then Carl Benjamin, Armored Skeptic, TL-Deer, the works.
School was still hell. I eventually got out of it due to, funnily enough, researching Anarchism on Wikipedia after an economics simulation. It is a very long story, a complicated story, a traumatic story (maybe, I suppose others have it way worse), and one that I have still to dig up. Maybe I shouldn’t even post this because this has a lot to do with my childhood, and it might be out of context and misremembered.
I was an “Anarcho-Capitalist” one time. The main thing was that, in bigoted opinions, I didn’t necessarily agree with them, but didn’t see them as a problem. The main channel was PragerU, and I specifically watched the video talking about public schools being misandrist because I was a school kid, and I was learning about all these topics that I couldn’t do anything about.
Really, I had an… Obamanist (since it wasn’t left-wing, but not right-wing in the usual way, I considered it from the president at the time) education where there was this deal of teaching kids about “cognitive bias”. I don’t exactly know how to define how it was taught; the teacher would announce that the class would be doing something, or completing a project, and it was these quanta that I learned about most things. Altho it seemed reasonable in hindsight, and altho minorities suffer greatly under the United States, I was just a schoolkid, and it felt like I was being called to do something that I couldn’t do. It had a lot to do with the subconscious, an idea that greatly upset me, because I was only a kid. The whole idea of the subconscious felt belittling, self-contradictory, complicated, confusing, and it was an enormous factor in an education that was just imposed on me, with grades for doing it right. I learned about the “pink tax” and the wage gap, and while these ideas were certainly correct and needed to be solved, I was just a kid and felt helpless at these grown-up problems leveled at me. It was like I was told to solve a problem that I couldn’t solve, or that I was brainwashed. So when I was told that this was a bad idea, I naturally latched on to PragerU with their video about schools mistreating boys, and then Carl Benjamin, Armored Skeptic, TL-Deer, the works.
School was still hell. I eventually got out of it due to, funnily enough, researching Anarchism on Wikipedia after an economics simulation. It is a very long story, a complicated story, a traumatic story (maybe, I suppose others have it way worse), and one that I have still to dig up. Maybe I shouldn’t even post this because this has a lot to do with my childhood, and it might be out of context and misremembered.