Why We Can’t All Be Like Superman: Character vs. Context in Fights
Your partner is forty minutes late to dinner. No text. Your phone is face up on the table, and somewhere around minute twenty-five, a verdict forms. He doesn’t respect my time. He’s selfish. That’s who he is. Now flip it. You’re forty minutes late. Your boss caught you at the elevator, your phone died at eleven percent, and you’re white-knuckling the steering wheel. Is there a verdict on you? No. There’s a story. “You don’t understand what my day was like.” Same behavior. Two explanations. His is a flaw in his character. Mine is context. That gap sits under more arguments than you’d believe, and you can’t feel it while you’re standing inside it. So I brought someone to help me show you. Christopher Reeve: Superman, 1978 Truth, justice, and the American way. If you …