Conventional Thinking: (adj) conforming or adhering to accepted standards of conduct or taste
I do not know why some things become “conventional thinking.”
It isn’t because they make sense, and certainly not because they are productive.
I guess there’s an abiding premise that we need to stop trying to improve things, and settle for inadequacy. Perhaps it’s our down payment
on original sin: “I am not worthy of good things.”
Conventional thinking insists that the American system of politics has value. The fact that it doesn’t work, causes strife, ignores the needs of the citizens and is an overblown ego trip doesn’t deter us. Like little munchkins singing for Dorothy upon her arrival at Oz, we chorus our praise to the American system of “checks and balances”–which never check anything and certainly are imbalanced.
Why we accept the conventional thinking that the God of the Universe is desperate for our praise and worship is peculiar. And do we really believe that He made the penis and vagina but recommends that we only use them for urination? This is beyond me.
And finally, how did we ever get tied up in the conventional thinking that fifty percent of the population can be at odds with the other fifty percent and giggle about it, because after all, “men and women will never understand each other?”
I don’t know what convention caused conventional thinking.
But I do believe it’s time for us to convene once again.