We all have losses we don't want to look at, and hurt we would prefer to suppress
I am a bee-atch. I was extremely rude to a very nice woman at a Christmas party this week. I basically said that because she was in a tidy nuclear family situation and lived in smug Parnell, she didn't really have a right to have a view about anything.
It's the pain theory. You know those people who have tidy lives, who don't wake up in the night with unnamed dread, don't feel mad and otherworldly as hell, and can carry on serious conversations about what temperature to keep their swimming pool.
Those people, bless them, are welcome to enjoy their illusions and their DIY projects and their skiing holidays. I hope they enjoy them; I just used to secretly think they didn't have a right to have their opinions about anything taken seriously because they hadn't suffered enough to be listened to. Whereas I am the smug judgmental one, thinking people who care about designer outdoor furniture have no soul.
But face it, we do all admire people who wear their emotional courage like a badge. That's why potential Labour leader David Cunliffe can't compete with David Shearer. Shearer, who worked in aid in Africa, has the glow of vicarious suffering. Suffering makes people different, hence the fad for misery memoirs.