Why Being Left-handed is Evil
My oldest daughter played my old Gibson acoustic guitar upside-down, Hendrix style, for almost a year before I gave it to her and restrung it for a left-handed player. She’s proud of her left-handedness; treats it as one of the quirks that makes her special.
It bugs me, sometimes, that while we work to avoid misogynistic terms, and you’d certainly be as appalled as I to hear folks in movies from the 30s saying “That’s mighty white of you” that we’ve embedded anti-left words into our vocabulary.
Sinister. Literally, on the left. Dextrous. Literally, on the right.
A little digging yields a passel of less-than-complimentary words related to left-handedness.
My older brother is naturally left-handed, but was forced to use his right hand in school because, well, it was right, not just right. I’ve read that this practice has been tied to learning disorders, but even if that’s bunk, it’s still as dumb as dying redheaded kindergartner’s hair brown because, well, you know about redheads.
Prejudice means judging before we know something. Sadly, we often think we know before we’ve judged. What if you’d met two left-handers who were both weasels, and then acted like a jerk to left-handed people from then on without giving them a chance? Prejudice becomes a self-fulfilling belief.
And that’s sinister.