anonymous asked:

How would you deal with pseudo-intellectuals? Maybe you'll answer that you wouldn't, but if they tried to humiliate you, then how would you?

I think the first problem here is deciding who’s a pseudo-intellectual and who’s a ‘real’ intellectual. What are the criteria? Degrees? Number of books you’ve read? Papers you’ve published? I think deciding whose intellectual activity is valid and who’s faking is a dangerous game to play. Just because you’re educated and somebody disagrees with you doesn’t automatically mean they’re wrong. This is an iffy term to use and smacks a little bit of elitism (ironically). However, if you do feel that someone really is baiting you just to bait you, you have two good options. The first is to just not take the bait. Just say, “That’s an interesting perspective,” and move on. You don’t have to agree with them but you don’t have to engage and fight about it either, and that’s the best way to derail their plan of humiliating you. Chances are if they really don’t know what they’re talking about, that will be apparent without you enumerating their wrongness (and that just makes you look like a jerk, too). The second option is to (calmly and respectfully) explain your own opinion, and if they persist in fighting about it, revert to option one. Just say, “I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree” and move on. It’s not worth the energy. Take the high road and let it go.

Winding Down

A/N: This was inspired by a post I really liked. Unfortunately, something went wrong while writing this, and I didn’t quite achieve what I was going for. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it regardless.

Tony and Ziva friendship (unresolved tiva if you squint at just the right angle edit: I just read it again to hopefully catch any last mistakes, and the squinting was clearly due to my headache)

Word count: 1373

Read it on FanFiction or AO3

Tony followed Ziva into her apartment and closed the door behind him. She slid her bag towards the couch, shrugged off her coat and threw it towards the coat rack. He’d seen her nail that particular move dozens of time, this time the jacket fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Tony quirked an eyebrow at her eye roll but kept quiet. The past week had been, shall we say, unpleasant. Not to mention exhausting.

He knew she needed space after spending so much time cooped up with the whole team. But really, it wasn’t his fault the heating at his building had broken down. And it wasn’t like he had many options; Tim and his girlfriend hadn’t seen each other in weeks, so he wasn’t going to crash that romantic get-together; the last, and only, time he had stayed at Abby’s had given him nightmares for weeks (not that he would ever admit it); and Gibbs…let’s just say that after the past few days, he’d had more than enough of the boss-man to last him through the rest of winter.

Keep reading