The Red Pill, and a mixture of meanings
When I named this blog (such a long time ago) it was because of a number of things: The Matrix was a favourite movie; I saw a parallel between the Christian experience of conversion with the taking the red pill, and if you don’t know what that means, watch the movie (unless you’re Bill, who falls asleep in movies, don’t be Bill); I love the idea that the world is a much richer place that we might imagine, and that we miss so much by caught up in the routines of our everyday and our lack or curiosity. Now, in recent years, many groups have sought to adopt the metaphor in ways I’d profoundly disagree with; right winger conspiracy theorists; incels; people with some really screwy ideas about masculinity; racist nationalists. That left me with a dilemma, and wondering if I should rename the blog. But no. I like it still, and although writing here has slowed to a deafening silence, I’m thinking my original thought is fine. So, if you stumbled over this because you were looking for t