We're All Special; Or, The Moral of "Harrison Bergeron"

Apropos this blog entry from last month; And apropos the idea that we're all "special" and therefore presumably equal, or at least equally special; And apropos the corollary that anything especially "special" is therefore verboten, my husband mentioned "Harrison Bergeron," a short story written by Kurt Vonnegut in 1961. (*1)

The story is sufficiently "special" that it merits its own Wikipedia entry, which is here. Read it and ponder. Or, ya know, weep.


*1: The subject came up when my husband, who is a philosopher, wondered aloud how his students, who are mostly young enough to be his grand-children, could engage with Facebook, Twitter, etc., and still find the long moments of deep concentration necessary for substantive thought.