Love her or hate her (I'm firmly in the love camp), Amanda Palmer is a provocateur, a conversation-starter, a bestselling author, a TED talk-giver, and, originally a musician. I mean, she's still a musician, but it's impossible for one to talk about Amanda Palmer without noting the myriad of mutations her career has taken. (Seriously, #careergoals.)
Palmer recently published oh Lorde, deliver me from Fucking Joan, a beautifully-written screed on the imaginary Fucking Joan, someone she views as being the personification of an ultra-successful, ultra-famous musician. Someone that Palmer– for all of her own success and accomplishments– feels jealous of. You know, the Regina Spektors and Lady Gagas of the world.
I believe everyone feels jealousy over what they haven't achieved professionally, because it's human to do so. And Palmer's right, I personally have been more jealous of my friends and coworkers here in New York City than in Los Angeles, or London, or beyond.
What is it about proximity that affects our jealousy of others?
Have you ever felt this way?
Do you have any piano string theories of your own?
Let's start a discussion on this - Add your thoughts to the comments!