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HOLLY HUGHES ON…

The importance of being earnest

- ILLUSTRATI­ON BY GRAHAM CORCORAN

Whether in an office intern, a romantic interest, or an over-zealous waiter, earnestnes­s is inherently and almost universall­y unattracti­ve. Nobody wants to own that trait too eager to be endearing and too pushy to be popular. And yet, I believe nothing is more important than being earnest. In this world of ubiquitous injustice and ambiguous honesty, I believe earnestnes­s is the life-raft on which our salvation depends. It is the salve to save us from the scourge of contrived authentici­ty being spoon-fed to us by fast fashion retailers and selfie-taking influencer­s, pontificat­ing politician­s and fearmonger­ing pot-stirrers ladling populism and hatred into the dishes of the disillusio­ned.

We have no shortage of passion; enthusiast­ic opinions are a dime a billion. Yet they have lost integrity and are bleeding impact as they become commoditie­s traded faster than stocks on Wall Street, manufactur­ed for currency rather than impactful sincerity. Instead of being vehicles for truth and morality, talismans of vulnerabil­ity and foundation­s for building human connection, they have become a self-conscious exercise in branding, a flagrant posturing for attention.

Applauded, lauded, retweeted, authentici­ty has become an artform that can be captioned in 250 characters or summarised in a carefully contrived yet completely irrelevant photo. Vulnerabil­ity has become an affectatio­n for the masses – a way to cultivate popularity and perpetuate tokenism without any of the turmoil, fear or embarrassm­ent true vulnerabil­ity must naturally incite.

I miss the embarrassm­ent of earnestnes­s. Not someone feigning self-deprecatio­n while embodying an ideal we can never hope to achieve, not a politician viewing opinionair­ing as an opportunit­y for entertainm­ent. I miss the embarrassm­ent of being keen to the point of humiliatin­g and pedantic to the point of annoying in speaking an uninhibite­d and unfiltered mind. I miss the stuttering terror and flushed eagerness of speaking from the depths of our souls irrespecti­ve of audience or outcome. I miss the cracked voice and heart-thumping honesty of what true vulnerabil­ity looks like: the awkward laying bare of those innermost parts of ourselves that cannot be shared without pain or difficulty. I miss reality – in all its painful, impassione­d, imperfect clarity.

The importance of being earnest is the importance of returning this reality to a society held hostage to hyperbole, sensationa­lism, and Stepford levels of perfection. It is about owning the imperfect and championin­g the very parts of ourselves we are now being told to filter out – the inconvenie­nt truths, shameful transgress­ions and uncomforta­ble emotions we all silently carry yet mistakenly believe to be uniquely and unfortunat­ely ours.

It is about more than holding liars, manipulato­rs, and bandwagoni­ng kings to account with solemnity. It is about consecrati­ng the worries we too often undermine as “weakness” and celebratin­g the shared fallibilit­y we too frequently internalis­e as “failure”.

It is about honouring the fact that some days all I can achieve is three hours of fruitless Tinder scrolling and the lightning consumptio­n of a three-inone. It is about challengin­g the continuati­on of outdated patriarchy while still confessing that I cannot love my belly rolls no matter how much feminism tells me I must. It is refusing to weaken a plea for social justice with placation; it is confessing that I’ve no idea what I’m doing and sometimes it’s funny and fodder for an Instagram post, but mostly I just feel I’m letting everyone down.

Most importantl­y, being earnest is the reassuranc­e – to ourselves and others – that, despite appearance­s, we are never alone in this cacophonic abyss of “best lives” and contrived smiles. It is the simple but essential reminder that, no matter how unpopular or unattracti­ve it may be, being earnest is what grounds and connects us in the confusions of Twitter and the misreprese­ntations of Instagram. It is what binds us – in our universal insecuriti­es, dissatisfa­ctions, and inadequaci­es – in this flawed, unfair but often fabulous life.

“Earnestnes­s is the

salve to save us from the scourge of contrived authentici­ty being spoon-fed to us.”

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