But I just read an Oscar Wilde quote: "Never love anybody who treats you like you're ordinary." There are people with extraordinary talents who refer to others as "ordinary" when what they mean is non-artistic or non-athletic or non-something-else.
Oh. But I am ordinary. I don't mind it at all, but why do I--and possibly others--consider "ordinary" and "less" to be synonymous?
When I started this post, I did some looking up--did I ever mention that Google's one of my best friends?--and discovered I'm in good company as an ordinary person. To name but a few, Annie Lennox, Julia Roberts, Sonia Sotomayor, and Sidney Poitier have all described themselves as ordinary people.
There was a fabulous movie in 1980 called Ordinary People. There was nothing ordinary about it.
This all reminds me of what we occasionally do with words. I don't think ordinary actually means less, any more than entitlement was intended to be the dirty word it's become. I was trying to think of another example and Google found me this page of words we've changed over the years.
Maybe some of us are protesting too much. Because nobody's really ordinary and most certainly, nobody is less. Everyone has something that sets them apart and makes them special. For some of us, it's okay just to know it; for others, they need to proclaim it. I guess either way works.
This talk of ordinary makes me think of the people I write about. They are all ordinary--not a billionaire, genius, gorgeous man, or beauty queen in the lot--but they are no less because of it. Are they?
It is something I will probably overthink in the coming week--not a first. What do you think?
Have a great week.