Audacity Of Sincerity Analysis

The Audacity of Sincerity
I 'm being sincere here, I promise; but the thought of blazing a trail of sincerity in a world that is accustomed to lies is an audacious move that requires stern commitment. I have wondered time and time again that how did we get to the point where manipulation has become the norm; sincerity and irony have almost become synonymous. On the part of the pop artistes, I see a conundrum of insincerity that is necessitated by an audience that has developed “itchy ears” for anything authentic. The artistes have now become seeker-friendly; movies, music and other works of art are presented to align with the usual practice of manipulation that suits the taste of a postmodern generation. Irony and deception have been so entrenched …show more content…
We are in a generation that would prefer a song that talks about living forever on this earth over a song that addresses the certainty of death. Obvious realities are wrapped up in lies and they are making big sales simply because it is the interest of the majority. Young people want the pleasure of daydreaming that is inspired by sarcastic songs and they will stop at nothing to indulge their craving for fantasy even to the detriment of their academic pursuit as long as their emotions are massaged. Insincerity is selling like hot cakes because people see it as avenue to hide (forget) their responsibilities and pain …show more content…
I like sincere people and I love to associate with them against all odds. As a matter of fact, the few friends I have so far in college are people I intentionally drew close to them because I see them as sincere people according to my own judgment. However, as I consider how deep insincerity has eaten into the fiber of our society at large, I suddenly woke to the reality that I am not spared from it either. I remember the first day I wore an African pant to class. The pant is made of locally styled fabric called Àdìrē. I knew all along that, that style of pant is bizarre in an American society, in fact, that is the reason I never wore it since brought it from Africa. I really cannot tell why I just decided to wear the pant to class that day. As soon as I got down from my car, it was as if I was an alien because of the way people were looking at me. As soon as I got to class, I just put up a defense mechanism; I asked my friends if they could see that I am wearing the best pant in the world. They burst into laughter and made all kinds of trenchant comments. Throughout that day, I pretended as if I was unruffled by the kinds of sarcastic remarks I was making. However, deep inside of me, I was feeling so uneasy. Ironically, some of my friends believed that I really feel good about the pant irrespective of the derogatory comments. My