My first stop was a Joe Rogan interview. I lasted maybe twenty minutes before I skipped through the rest of the three hours to see if it got better — to no avail. Now, I did find myself in disagreement with some of his views, but my reaction was something else. That day, an Alfred North Whitehead quote popped up in my feed, which seemed apposite: ‘All order is … aesthetic order, and the moral order is merely certain aspects of aesthetic order.’ The ins and outs of this statement aside, it rang true that my reaction to Peterson was a moral one, in a viscerally aesthetic sense. Not that there was much objectivity in my reaction; but it was true for me. There was something about the bitterness that animated him which sidelined my agreements and disagreements — he simply repulsed my intellect’s somatic roots.