(Now defunct.) ‘Hi. I will answer your emails. I don’t mean I will answer emails on your behalf. I just mean I will respond to any email (within reason) that you send me. You can email me about whatever you like.’ (I’ve done this myself.)
Ah, another secret directory, hidden away! And it’s possibly the most vital one of all. Come in, come in. This is the secret directory of ANTIMISANTHROPY: (a-misan) the mystical lost art of not hating other humans. (Of course, hatred of particular humans in specific is fine. Please nose that: misanthropy is quite glamorous; antimisanthropy is not even a real word! Try to think of a proper synonym, good luck to you.)
(I suppose that antimisanthropy is a misnomer—it’s really not appropriate to be ‘anti’ anything in general—so if you do come up with a synonym, I’m keen to rename this page.)
Yes, this is a business—they stand to profit from their good publicity. But they employ workers with dementia. That DOES feel deserving. And it’s not just employment. The novelty seems (from the outside) to inspire adoration for the worker. ‘We want to change society to become more caring and easy-going.’ This is an indictment of the misanthropic nature of the customer-client relationship, which has infected even social programs like our public elementary schools. (See also: Tebessum Kahvesi—similar cafés exist in the US and São Paulo.)
‘Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself. A man who lies to himself is often the first to take offense. It sometimes feels very good to take offense, doesn’t it? And surely he knows that no one has offended him, and that he himself has invented the offense and told lies just for the beauty of it, that he has exaggerated for the sake of effect, that he has picked on a word and made a mountain out of a pea—he knows all of that, and still he is the first to take offense, he likes feeling offended, it gives him great pleasure, and thus he reaches the point of real hostility… Do get up from your knees and sit down, I beg you, these posturings are false too…’
— p. 44, Fyodor Dostoevsky (1879)
This is a sweet documentary about a black musician who befriends and infiltrates the heart of KKK members. Racism is misanthropy; this is cutting edge a-misan.