by hilzoy
Haymaker
You are one of life’s enjoyers, determined to get the most you can out of your brief spell on Earth. Probably what first attracted you to atheism was the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments, few of which are compatible with a life of pleasure. You play hard and work quite hard, have a strong sense of loyalty and a relaxed but consistent approach to your philosophy.
You can’t see the point of abstract principles and probably wouldn’t lay down your life for a concept though you might for a friend. Something of a champagne humanist, you admire George Bernard Shaw for his cheerful agnosticism and pursuit of sensual rewards and your Hollywood hero is Marlon Brando, who was beautiful, irascible and aimed for goodness in his own tortured way.
Sometimes you might be tempted to allow your own pleasures to take precedence over your ethics. But everyone is striving for that elusive balance between the good and the happy life. You’d probably open another bottle and say there’s no contest.
What kind of humanist are you? Click here to find out.
— Excuse me? It’s a really fun quiz, and it asks really interesting questions, and, yes, I did choose a vacation in a large house in Tuscany with a pool and all my friends and family over retracing Darwin’s voyage to the Galapagos, and no, my idea of the perfect garden is not rectilinear, and yes, I do have fun, but: this is the most inaccurate summary of my personality anyone has ever come up with. I was not attracted to atheism, or anything else, by the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments. If I don’t see the point of abstract principles, I’m not sure who does. I mean, for heaven’s sake, I’m a Kantian moral philosopher! I loathe both Shaw and Brando (well, maybe not the very young Brando.) But my favorite actor is Alan Rickman, and as for people I admire, there are lots of them, but tinny playwrights with thin reedy philosophies are not among them.
Sheesh.
On the other hand, do you think the sexiest man alive would be more likely to appear in my living room if I were a haymaking Kantian? If so, I’ll just have to curl up with Saint Joan.
Consider this an open thread.
