In the first of these these serial installments of my blog, I shall diatribe on the odious practice, sycophancy.
It is common, undoubtedly, and all for the more odious that it is. To not question is in-and-of-itself remarkable, but doing so to ingratiate oneself and give one's opinion falsely is a sacrifice to one's alteration of a conversation with a Midas touch, or supporting those who have not spoken but wish to.
Chief among its detriments is its unthinking or conscious subservience in order to pursue its own objectives, without acknowledgement of other's feelings, and whether its motivation be loyalty, agreement, custom, as I suspect is routine, supercilious advancement or in-security and unintentional ingratiation misguides others, and is unseeing, unempathetic adultery of common sense, qualification of a position philosophical or official and thought of others' involved.
Aaaaaand, with all due respect, I shall close the article of this blog with the greatest license to be called a diatribe.
Next week, shall be a thinly disguised fangirl rave about Jane Austen. Very much obliged was this perusal, and I wish you a fine Thursday.
Sincerely with the wish that you find perspicacity and insight in this article, and benefit,
-Anacostia Mirabow-Marignac.
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