Am I alone out there in feeling god-awful sick of Jordan Peterson?
Dude apparently knows everything about pretty much everything—at least thinks he does?
I’ve watched extensive videos of his debates, where those foolish enough to engage the great man are routinely described as having been “destroyed,” “eviscerated” in some fashion, and always left in a pitiable state of intellectual humiliation.
Reportedly, many survivors of “face to face” confrontations with Peterson subsequently need years of rehab of their intellectual self-esteem, thanks to the devastation his rapier intellect inflicts on them. (I speak of the “survivors,” not those less fortunate who perish right on the debating stage, unrevivable, casualties of Peterson’s often fatal “take-downs”).
Dude makes Tony Robbins look positively humble, which hitherto was deemed impossible, inconceivable.
Here’s a sampling of Peterson’s You-Tube video titles, many of which I’ve slogged through (the actual videos, not just the titles); several of which, I confess, I haven’t.
Jordan Peterson explains why men should always dress up
Jordan Peterson—why successful people are so lonely
Jordan Peterson completely destroys feminist narrative
Never be rejected again—Jordan Peterson about what attracts men & women
Jordan Peterson—shares the shocking reason why men today are single
Jordan Peterson—why being creative is problematic and even a curse
Jordan Peterson—how to know your future spouse
Jordan Peterson—the secret to becoming mentally strong
Jordan Peterson—every parent needs to know this
Jordan Peterson—why weak people are a problem
Jordan Peterson—the best books to read that we should be reading
Jordan Peterson—15 Books Jordan Peterson thinks everyone should read
Jordan Peterson—the best way to learn critical thinking
Jordan Peterson—why you need to read Dostoyevski
Jordan Peterson—how the best stories are written
Bear in mind, these video titles are just a sprinkling from the vast library of themes Peterson qualifies himself to expatiate on. He’s become the Dr. Oz of the mental health field, meaning he’s so spectacularly full of himself, so enamored of his putative wisdom, so intoxicated with his omniscience, there’s virtually no subject matter on which Peterson hasn’t become a compelling expert.
Not sure which underwear to wear? Consult him.
Not sure the best sex positions to try with women who hate your guts? Consult him.
Not sure how to invest your 401 K with greater guarantees of massive appreciation over the next 10 years? He knows.
Looking for the best used-car purchase strategies in a time of runaway inflation? He’s got an impending video on that subject.
Wanna know how to snake your kitchen sink without using a snake? He knows way more than your plumber, trust him.
Now making matters worse, if it’s possible, he’s also humorless, totally humorless, which makes him extra insufferable.
It might surprise you, but I’m not a fan of Jordan Peterson. Anyone who qualifies himself to teach all men how to grow up, all men how to be men, all men how to be worthy men; who qualifies himself as the preeminent diagnostician of everything male (and, really, just everything)—for me, he’s not my guy.
Now, I’ve gotta be careful. I know and work with many young guys who worship Peterson and his titanic, incomparable intellect. I’m not looking to offend them.
Worse, God forbid Jordan Peterson, in the unlikeliest event, gets wind of this post and challenges me to a debate.
That, undoubtedly, will be the end of me.
I understand that.