> gray, dull uniformity as people race to the bottom of inoffensive, unobjectionable sameness
You really, quite politely, hit the nail on the head here. I have sort of struggled with my thoughts on this for years at this point. On one hand, I empathize that others don’t want to be uncomfortable. But the process of systemically removing everything remotely objectionable leaves the world soulless.
(And now, suddenly, this is no longer about dogs) I used to be brash and opinionated. I have friends who have always accepted me for who I am, and was generally comfortable with my self. Sometime in the mid 2010s I found myself being more sensitive to the offensiveness of everything. I became more aware of a wider range of faux pas, and began to feel a self-consciousness that I might say or so something that would make others uncomfortable.
I found it easiest to just say less. Reveal less of who I was, what I felt. In a lot of ways I think this was social anxiety. But not just mine, this is a collective effect many of us seem to have suddenly developed on similar timelines. I don’t think this has been a good change and I do feel like part of me is just gone.
I see a lot of raging against woke culture. I don’t ride that train, but in some ways I do get it. If something is offensive (within reasonable limits), I think the world is a little better when we encourage people to cope rather than implore the institutions of the world to cater to universal comfort.