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What a feast this is! I few it the way a surgeon feels when they open a chest and find exactly what they expected, plus something they didn’t. Your argument is essentially a taxonomy of seduction. Yes, you read it correctly! Why we fall for performance over substance, narrative over competence, the exceptional fool over the reliable functionary.

You are right, and the Mad Men layered structure (only you can build something like that!) carries the weight well. But I want to push on one thing you leave tactfully unexamined…. the seduced know they’re being seduced, and consent anyway!!!

And allow me to say this isn’t a gap in your argument but the abyss beneath it.

There’s a concept in rhetoric the ancients called “captatio benevolentiae”, which is the capture of goodwill, the opening move designed to make you lower your defences before the real pitch begins. Every exceptional performer knows it. Every great fool deploys it. But here’s what troubles me. We’ve internalised it so thoroughly that we now perform it on ourselves. We are our own Don Drapers. We run the Carousel pitch in our own heads before anyone else gets the chance. We pre-sell ourselves on the potential of the next acquisition, the next leader, the next version of ourselves, and we do it because the alternative, sitting still with what is, feels less like contentment and more like death.

You diagnose the Carousel beautifully. I used the very metaphor this week in one of my short stories (the coincidence…. great minds do think alike). The Carousel is not a trap we fell into but a trap we built, and we keep the key.

Consider what actually happens when competence does get celebrated. It gets narrativised immediately, transformed into exceptionalism by the same machinery you describe. The engineer who kept the grid running for 30 years gets a retirement speech and a plaque. The moment we decide to honour them, we reach for the story: humble beginnings, deep dedication, the unsung hero. We cannot honour competence as competence. We have to dress it in exceptional clothing first. Even our tributes to the mundane are extraordinary in their framing.

This suggests the problem runs deeper than meritocracy mythology or Ivy League corruption… those are symptoms. The disease is that we are neurologically unequipped to find narrative in sufficiency. Sufficiency has no arc. No reversal. No anagnorisis. It just… holds.

I’ve thought about this watching institutions I once respected make inexplicable leadership choices, choosing the person who tells the better story about what they’ll do over the person who has already done it, silently, without drama. Every time, it felt like madness. Now I understand it as something more precise. It was an entirely rational response to irrational incentives. The incentive was never competence. It was the feeling of potential. And potential, as you brilliantly note, lives and dies by narrative.

The Don Draper carousel scene is one of television’s great moments precisely because Draper isn’t lying. The product is a time machine. And that is not manipulation. I see it as a more honest description of what a slide projector does than “it displays images in sequence”. His genius is that he found the true thing inside the sell. The tragedy is that he can find truth in everything except his own life.

Which brings me to what I think you circle without quite landing… the exceptional are not exempt from the carousel! They are its most devoted riders. The privilege, the narrative, the performance of exceptionalism don’t free you from the cycle of desire. They give you a better seat. Felicity Huffman, with every material advantage available to her, was as haunted by insufficient potential as anyone on a minimum wage. The carousel doesn’t stop at the VIP entrance.

And maybe that’s the most clarifying, if uncomfortable, thing to think about. We spend enormous energy identifying who’s running the carousel, the exceptional fools, the privileged mediocre, the Drapers and the Rick Singers, as if exposing them would let the rest of us off. But we are all selling something, even if only to ourselves.

The question your essay raises, and that I think deserves to be raised loudly, is: what would it cost to want what you already have?

Probably everything. And that’s exactly why the line for the carousel stretches around the block.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

There’s a particular kind of writer who makes you feel, in the middle of reading an essay, that you’ve been walking around with a splinter you couldn’t locate, and then hands you the tweezers. You are that writer. The Don Draper frame is load-bearing, and the fact that it never buckles under the weight of the argument is a masterful demonstration of exactly the craft you describe. You do with structure what Draper does with the carousel… make the container inseparable from the thing it carries. And that’s your genuine formal intelligence in service of a genuinely uncomfortable idea, Andrew. What a phenomenal piece of writing!

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Your essay makes a sharp and unsettling distinction that many people instinctively resist, and that is the gap between competence and greatness. Impressive how consistently you anchor that idea in the metaphor of the Carousel, the cyclical engine of desire, narrative, and dissatisfaction. A formidable rhetorical device, it becomes a structural lens that connects psychology, marketing, politics, and elite institutions into one coherent argument. That coherence is rare in essays that try to cover this much conceptual ground.

Modern systems don’t simply tolerate narrative-driven exceptionalism, they actively optimize for it.

Thus the problem is human psychology combined with the incentive structures of modern institutions that reward narrative visibility more than operational competence.

Think of it like venture capital versus infrastructure. Venture capitalists fund founders who tell compelling stories about world-changing potential, even though most startups fail. Meanwhile, the engineers maintaining electrical grids or water treatment plants, arguably among the most competent and socially valuable professionals, receive little attention, prestige, or capital. One group sells possibility; the other delivers reliability. Markets, media, and politics overwhelmingly reward the former.

An analogy from biology helps illustrate this dynamic. In evolution, traits that signal fitness, bright feathers, elaborate displays, exaggerated behaviors, often become more important in mating selection than traits that simply ensure survival. The peacock’s tail is not efficient. Isn’t it costly theater after all?! But because it signals exceptionalism, it spreads. Human social systems appear to work similarly: performative signals of greatness propagate faster than competence.

The Carousel keeps turning because we love stories, and because institutions amplify the storytellers. Media algorithms reward spectacle, venture markets reward bold narratives, political systems reward charisma, and elite educational pipelines reward status signaling. Once these mechanisms exist, narrative exceptionalism becomes a rational strategy, not just a psychological temptation.

That’s why your observation about competence being “mundane” is incisive and needed. Competence behaves like infrastructure, invisible when it works, catastrophic when it fails. Greatness, by contrast, behaves like advertising, it demands attention constantly. The first keeps civilization running; the latter captures civilization’s imagination.

Your essay succeeds because you treat narrative as infrastructure of power. The Don Draper motif is not just cultural color. It becomes a theoretical example of how storytelling manufactures perceived exceptionalism.

Your piece is compelling because it doesn’t criticize meritocracy or privilege in isolation. On the contrary, it exposes the deeper mechanism beneath them, our collective preference for stories over systems. And once you see that, as your essay suggests, the Carousel metaphor becomes hard to unsee. And what an exceptional piece you’ve written.

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