You talk a lot about not believing in the idea of role models and I guess it's because I'm so accustomed to having role models but I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around that type of thinking. Could you explain it in some detail?
it would probably be more specific and nuanced and accurate to say i am āsuspicious of the notion of role modelsā
i think the idea of role models encourages us to think of people in absolutes. i think it sets us up to have false and unfair expectations of a person. i think it sets us up to be disappointed ā either in someone we conceived of in our minds as infallible, or in ourselves for not being able to live up to some hopelessly specific ideal. i think it subtly encourages us to consider our selves in someone elseās image and on someone elseās terms, which i find extremely dangerous ā isnāt that the kind of thinking we should be fighting against?
thereās personal stuff here. i didnāt have role models growing up. i didnāt have anyone i thought was worth emulating. what i had were pieces of different peopleās careers and personhoods and ideas that i found exciting and invigorating. what i had were people like jeremy denk and stephen hough who made me feel like there was space for a classical musician to articulate themselves as much through intellection as through āsimplyā playing their instrument. what i had were asian-americans like vijay iyer who made me feel like there was the possibility of my art engaging with its social space. what i had were theorists like muƱoz who conceived of the relationship between performance and queerness as a dance of endless possibility
this, in my view, is far more interesting than simply having ārole models.ā all of these things, these āpossibility models,ā to use laverne coxās term, encouraged me to synthesize and analyze and clump together anew. and that is a thrillingly endless process
not to mention also that i think the notion of role models is dehumanizing and reduces people to a set of signifiers, denying them any sort of agency and elasticity and, y'know, actual life