I write a lot of these diary entries with the risk of sounding pretentious. I am the first to criticize anything typically deemed highly intellectual, as I often find such discourse alienating and inaccessible. These intellectual circles are filled with references from long ago, understood only by a select few who have studied the same texts. Because of this shared knowledge, these ideas are considered of “high taste.”

Yet, I am a victim of this mindset myself. Even though I criticize it, I love to study and understand the roots of things. My real frustration lies in the deliberate inaccessibility of this knowledge.

The notion that someone’s dialect or grammar dictates their place in the social hierarchy has never made sense to me. Great ideas can come from anywhere, but it often feels like we must adopt a mask of intellectualism for corporate acceptance, where many resources are concentrated.

I am advocating for the twerking philosopher because I believe it represents the future and reflects an evolving culture.