How to Disagree – The Hierarchy of Disagreement

This is not related to tattoos at all, but very relevant to some of the comments I have been receiving on the blog lately.
Click here for a more detailed description of each of the levels of the hierarchy.

If we’re all going to be disagreeing more, we should be careful to do it well. What does it mean to disagree well? Most readers can tell the difference between mere name-calling and a carefully reasoned refutation, but I think it would help to put names on the intermediate stages. So here’s an attempt at a disagreement hierarchy:

DH0. Name-calling.

This is the lowest form of disagreement, and probably also the most common. We’ve all seen comments like this:
u r a fag!!!!!!!!!!
But it’s important to realize that more articulate name-calling has just as little weight. A comment like
The author is a self-important dilettante.
is really nothing more than a pretentious version of “u r a fag.”



Very good article on tattoos in the workplace.

Opinions about body art have grown as diverse as the images themselves. From snowflakes to swastikas, some people see self-absorption where others see self-empowerment. And others don’t burden themselves with what it all means — they simply wanted their dead dog immortalized on their thigh. People with tattoos interviewed for this article said they wished society was less prejudiced about them. At the same time, the abnormality can be part of the allure.



Very interesting article where the author gets a temporary face tattoo and writes about the experience.

Some notable reactions were as follows: Guys my age really dug the ink, I even got a couple of bro-ish nods of approval by fratty dudes as well as a couple of heavily tattooed guys. Moms with small children were NOT having it. They would notice the ink and immediately grab their kids by the hand and drag them away from me.

I can’t really decide if that shocks me or not. I’m just a guy with face tats in a grocery store, holding a basket filled with raw chicken and beer. I’m not here to turn your baby into a member of a biker gang. And face tat or not, I’m somebody’s kid, too! Rude.