Why Jordan Peterson Is Always Wrong

Accusations of being an imposter, you see, are as ancient as the human capacity for language itself. They stem from a deep-seated psychological predisposition to categorize the world into the known and the unknown, the self and the other. But consider this: every individual, in their quest for competence and mastery, stands on the boundary between order and chaos, tradition and transformation. It is in this liminal space that one is most vulnerable to such accusations, for it is here that one is both most authentic and most susceptible to misunderstanding. To label someone an imposter is to ignore the complex, often painful process of growth and self-discovery. It is, in essence, to demand that they remain forever in the domain of the known, never daring to explore the unknown seas of potential that lie within us all. So, if being called an imposter means that I am venturing into the unknown in pursuit of higher truth and deeper understanding, then I accept that label with pride. After all, it is those who never face such accusations who must worry, for they have likely never dared to step beyond the familiar shores of their current selves.

And no mention of lobsters. Such a letdown.

Margot Robbie would never stoop so low.