In the 2018 Leaving Cert Paper One the following Question B was offered as one of three options to candidates:
QUESTION B – 50 Marks
Young people are often the recipients of unwanted advice. Write an open letter* to all those who have
ever offered you unwanted advice. In your letter you should identify some nuggets of unwanted advice
you have received, describe your response to receiving such advice, and share your opinion on how and
when advice could be appropriately offered. Your letter may be amusing or serious or both.
* A letter intended for a wide audience often published online or in the print media.
The following article by Hilary Fannin in the Irish Times offers a humorous take on the types of advice offered in self-help books. The writing genre is akin to that of Personal Essay, and not too unlike an open letter.
‘I quite like self-help manuals – as long as I don’t have to read them’
Hilary Fannin: Many of the titles seem to assume there are legions of us wandering around in a shadowy vale of varicose veins, baggy bladders and deep regret
‘The midlife self-help guides I looked at seemed to be predicated on the novel notion that we are who we are.’
I quite like self-help manuals actually, as long as I don’t have to read them. They’re baubles of colour that light up the non-fiction shelves like disco lights in the darkness, and flicking through them is an entertaining enough pastime. But seriously, does anyone take self-help seriously? Presumably, if we could all be fit-and-fabulous mindful millionaires simply by purchasing a couple of slim volumes, then we’d all be calmly doing our downward dogs and counting our cash in the balmy Bahamas and there’d be no more need for paperback gurus.
Various of the midlife self-help guides I looked at seemed to be predicated on the novel notion that we are who we are. I don’t want it to come as a shock to you, but apparently 50 is now the new 50, and 60 the new 60, and – yep, you’ve got it – 70 the new 70. Well, kiss my grits, that’s something worth writing about.
The current trend for managing the ageing process emphasises that we no longer have to aspire to being anything other than what we are. Apparently, it’s passé now to say that 50 is the new 30, or that 111 is the new 56. Finally, it seems, we quinquagenarians can come out of the calculator. It’s okay to be you!, the books proclaim; it’s time to embrace our experience of life and to cease our efforts to airbrush out the years along with our unwanted facial hair. If being ourselves is too burdensome, however, we could aspire to being Helen Mirren, whose name is invoked in more than one self-help tome as someone happy not to be someone she isn’t, if you get my drift. (Actually, come to think of it, I’ve never read anything about positive ageing without Mirren’s name being bandied around like a pair of bifocals.)
I wandered along the bookshelves, perusing the shiny spines of the current crop of guides – written, no doubt, with the best of intentions (and one eye on the advance) – and wondered if their authors might think about taking their own advice and quietly embrace their inner avocado in the gentle light of a Malibu sunset rather than doling out any more of this claptrap.
Thousands and thousands and thousands of words of advice have been written, but they all, one would be tempted to surmise, amount to pretty much the same shtick. So, as the autumn evenings close in and we creep ever closer to our hearths, allow me (with the help of my paltry, staggeringly unprofessional research) to “unpack” some of the guidance on offer and, in so doing, maybe save you a trip to the library through the soon-to-be-stormy weather.
Okay, here goes. Be who you are! Know yourself! Recognise yourself! Stand up and count yourself! Don’t walk away and leave yourself on the luggage carousel! You’re not a piece of battered lost property doomed to revolve forever around the same old track! Break open your rusty clasps, throw off your mothballs and lick yourself all over!
Yes, you are You! Great big shiny You! And, while you’re at it, you glorious big lump of You-ness, say Yes to the universe! Yes yes yes yes yes! I am who I am! I’m not who I’m not! And what’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is yours, and together we’ll make ice cream and spread it all over each other’s wrinkly torsos and send snaps of ourselves ice-skating in alligator boots and our all-together into the ether. Because that’s the kind of Mes we are. Undaunted! Unsurpassed! Over-age! Outraged! I love yourself. You love myself. You are my cupcake!
I was thinking about developing the idea into a tome of my own. It would give me something to do in the darkening evenings. Any takers?