The Popularity Pyramid

Don't Be Like the Rest of Them, Darling Argyle

What do Duck Dynasty, Agatha Christie, and boneless ribeye steaks have in common?

Popularity.

Popularity is a funny thing.  I was never popular but always wanted to be.  I suspect it was the perm and the skorts.  Or the fact that I cried when people made fun of Michael Jackson.  Not sure.

Yet here I stand as an adult who has proudly embraced life on the outskirts of what is popular.  Abraham Lincoln once said, “Avoid popularity, if you would have peace.”  Tanya says, “If you can’t be popular, be a tv producer – you’ll get to skip the line on the Alcatraz tour.”

And I’ll tell you what else gives me peace.  Knowing that most of what is popular is not actually that good.  You know I’m right.  But I was still surprised by the NY Times list of “What Was, Is, and Will Be Popular.”  For all of you trying to climb your way up the popularity pyramid, here’s your chance to find out how.

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2 Comments

  1. When I was 40 pounds heavier (2 years ago), I lived a quiet, shy life. I just had a handful of friends who I’d go and grab lunch with and catch up. That time, I wanted more. I wanted to fit in with all the popular, loud, and outgoing “in-crowd”, I wanted people to text me, I wanted to go out and stay out late with them.

    Today, I happen to be part of the in-crowd (not trying to sound arrogant at all, there is a point to acknowledging this). The weight loss and the gain in confidence have helped me attract a lot of attention, but that attention has gotten to be too much for me. The people are too noisy, too influential, too distracting. My phone blows up too many times a day, it gets annoying and daunting. I don’t even want to carry it with me anymore. And staying out is tiring, not to mention I seem to be doing more networking (with the same kind of crowd) than actually hanging out and enjoying my time.

    Popularity killed my inner peace. I sometimes find myself wanting my old life. Just a handful of friends, some quiet moments. Oh, the irony.

  2. When I was 40 pounds heavier (2 years ago), I lived a quiet, shy life. I just had a handful of friends who I’d go and grab lunch with and catch up. That time, I wanted more. I wanted to fit in with all the popular, loud, and outgoing “in-crowd”, I wanted people to text me, I wanted to go out and stay out late with them.

    Today, I happen to be part of the in-crowd (not trying to sound arrogant at all, there is a point to acknowledging this). The weight loss and the gain in confidence have helped me attract a lot of attention, but that attention has gotten to be too much for me. The people are too noisy, too influential, too distracting. My phone blows up too many times a day, it gets annoying and daunting. I don’t even want to carry it with me anymore. And staying out is tiring, not to mention I seem to be doing more networking (with the same kind of crowd) than actually hanging out and enjoying my time.

    Popularity killed my inner peace. I sometimes find myself wanting my old life. Just a handful of friends, some quiet moments. Oh, the irony.

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