I recently had the privilege to be an Alpinist social media guest contributor for their #alpinistcommunityproject. I was able to share some images from my big wall trip to Africa, which eventually led to my first aid solo of Touchstone in Zion National Park on their Instagram.

To clarify on their comment page, Alpinist wrote: “We began offering this social media takeover of the Alpinist feed to readers in 2015. By sharing the work of climbers from a wide range of ages, technical abilities and perspectives, we hope to enhance the sense of community and broaden awareness of issues within the climbing life.”

This comment appeared on one of the posts:

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Georgie Abel, writer and yoga teacher in the Bay area, was another recent contributor. One of her posts received the following comment:

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Another Instagram user responded with her thoughts, which spurred yet another comment:

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I actually think that Georgie addresses the first part of the user’s comment in her article “Confessions of a Spray Queen” quite well. Not to digress from the point, I will simply add that if you are proud of sending a route, whether it is 5.7 or 5.13, making a public post about a personal accomplishment is your own exclusive right. No person has the right to take away that joy, regardless of agenda. And if something as simple as an Instagram post helps pay your gas bill or goes towards rent, then good for you for finding a way to support your dirtbag lifestyle. If you’re just really excited about doing something you love (be it rock climbing, baking, nursing, or hula hooping), then spread that love. Enthusiasm is infectious and the right people will share in your joy (and maybe it will rub off on some of those in need.)

But something beyond the male chauvinism, blatant stereotyping, and lack of proofreading of the general comments stuck with and bothered me:

“This is rock climbing it’s not supposed to be nice or safe or accepting of who you are and your ~feelings~”

As Reddit users in the past have observed, my blog generally “walks the line between poetic and overly saccharine”.

Some of my favorite comments in general:

“Climbing is a contrivance. Sport climbing even more so. There is nothing profound about climbing in the rain. The day Lulu Lemon and Adidas greased their way into climbing was the day it died.”

“Why does every climbing video feature someone babbling about their philosophy/lifestyle/overcoming challenges/etc/etc. I don’t need a motivational speech from someone who lives in a van. I clicked on a climbing video to see some bloody climbing, just climb.”

“I might be a curmudgeon but it feels to me like the video is someone very new to climbing who is saying those things that she feels she needs to say to be ‘a climber’….or something like that.”

“Yeah, I’m an asshole who, while spends a lot of time thinking about climbing (philosophy major…), also recoils against this……It’s climbing and you aren’t a better person because you do it and don’t have a moral high ground over people who prioritize work and ‘traditional’ success.”

“Happiness is a choice. Break the lease you share with your boyfriend. Throw away the college degree your parents sacrificed to fund for you. Stop making payments on the car you now live in.”

“I dirtbagged for a bit (all self-funded). I got some nice sends but it became depressing after awhile. Climbing is a leisure activity like golf; there’s nothing special about it.”

“Maybe I’m getting bitter as I get older, but I can’t stand all of this fake and manipulative altruism.”

“Everyone is on a journey to something. Weight loss journey, climbing journey, school journey. It’s tied in to people’s need to make mundane things seem extra important in their own little story. You’re right, climbing, at its core, is fucking stupid. I still don’t understand why I like it or waste my time with it.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, what is with all this self-realization. Climbing is still as useless as it has always been. It’s not your fucking journey to enlightenment, it’s just…climbing.”

“Climbing doesn’t change you.”

After the video For the Love of Climbing came out, comments like these flooded the Internet and I chuckled good naturedly as I read through some of them, eventually banning myself from forums (mostly because it simply wasn’t worth my time. As a side note, most of the comments came from usernames such as “v12wannabe”.)

What is it about sentimentality, an overly nauseatingly sweet emotion that embodies excessive tenderness, that turns people away? Why is sentimentality considered such a “sweet fear”? It can portray an overly saccharine and false portrait of the world, for one. And as many have declared, that sentiment has no place in climbing.

In general, there are plenty of professions that we don’t want to be overly sentimental (such as brain surgeons, air traffic controllers, lawyers, astrophysicists, and probably aerospace engineers). We generally can’t afford sentimentality when it comes to financial bigwigs or professions in similar fields, as they require reason and rationality. The most successful people are cold and pragmatic, right?

Yes, and no. Every education must be a sentimental one, in a sense. Why else do we choose certain career paths, if not for a love (on some level) for the work? When I consider sentimentality, based solely on the definition of “sentiment” as an emotion, I think about that tender expression of emotion (i.e. pity, sympathy, fondness, compassion).

And yet, it’s still seen as a weakness for an easy emotion. It’s a critique that says that being overly emotional is some sort of cheap experience, one that causes a collective shame about feeling it in the first place. Childhood seems to be the only time that a sentimental outlook is truly appropriate. As an overly sensitive child myself, reactions from my parents and peers always made me wish that I were not. However, as an adult, I appreciate now that it was a wonderful trait. We progress into adolescence and then young adulthood. Most of us as children were not so sensible and realistic (although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t imagining eight-year-old me in business casual attire and nerd glasses—I still have the nerd glasses.) So, as adults, what makes us disenchanted?

On some level, I do understand the user’s original comments. In a time of social media platforms and quantified selves, the utilization of sentimentality has certainly grown. People post pictures saturated with inspiring captions that often have nothing to do with what they’re doing in the photograph, but you know what? If it gets ONE person psyched to get outside or do something differently, then who cares? That dopey, inspiring caption is the thing that separates us from the automated bot comments: “Nice shot! Well done! You did the thing. This is a great capture!” Thanks, bot.

My own personal love of rock and ice has been a life changing experience for me, having shaped so much of who I am as a person today. Learning how to place a cam or how to build a gear anchor didn’t shape who I am. It did make me a better climber, but who I am is credited to my understanding of the importance of vulnerability. It has little to do with the rock climbing and so much to do with myself and the partners who chose me. A great trait of sentimentality is being able to be so vulnerable with your feelings. If it is, in fact, a true reflection of how something is important to you, then I think that is an extremely beautiful trait. It’s within those vulnerable moments where I have learned the most.

Writing gave me a structural way to understand my vulnerabilities through my own experiences and allowed me to share that with others. What climbing does is weave together a personal experience with nature. It’s an emotional exercise when we say that we learned so much through climbing and can later apply those lessons in order to empathize with strangers and people in everyday life. I have seen this often, but maybe I’m hanging around the wrong kind of people.

Navigating through my own emotional grooves and complexity turned into a chronological story, my blog, but is not completely singular and unique. Probably most people have shared similar experiences and just don’t write about it. Truthfully, everyone’s story is exceptional. Telling your own (while it may seem indulgent) is not easy. I grew hesitant to share my personal experiences, often uncertain of how I felt being dubbed as an overly “sentimental” person. Perhaps, writing my experience for all to see would be seen as dwelling in my wounds of the past. Perhaps I was implying that I was weak and not reasonable, or that my experience was not all that hard at all. Perhaps I was just another “female climber” who talked less about the rock and more about her “feelings”.

The truth is, writing my own personal narrative helps remind me that sentimentality is not just for children. It helps me dwell in that sweet spot where I realize the value of a particular moment when I feel something so big that maybe words will never do it justice. That feeling is humanizing to me, and it’s there that I start to see that maybe there is a balance between the importance of not putting a filter on everything and letting a story unravel the way it’s supposed to. Some things cannot be put into words, no matter how hard we try (but we try, anyway.)

For me, anything that causes sentiment is worth taking stock in. If it’s worth taking stock in, it’s profound enough for me to share because of the connection it builds with others. When you connect with somebody, a sort of intimacy is felt. That’s how you can feel close to people you’ve never even met in real life, something I learned from years of composing letters to a pen pal I would meet later in my adult life. The same goes for social media platforms; I like to think of things like Instagram and Facebook as tiny notes and letters between pen pals I have yet to meet.

Perhaps sentimentality is not a distortion of the real world, but something that allows us to see life from a different perspective, one that appeals to a softer side of us. It’s an appeal for feeling things freely in a tender moment—it’s what provokes and inspires us. Mankind has written everything from love songs to great literature because of it for centuries.

Oscar Wilde said, “A sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn’t know the market price of any single thing.” but what he didn’t realize is that life is absurd and it’s up to each individual to give it the meaning we want.

I find that the smell of a certain dish wafting through the air or the way the earth looks after rainfall, sopping wet and glinting with newness (new hope, new beginnings, new buds) is carried with me long after the moment is gone. It’s there in my memory bank, so far away and yet as close as yesterday. I love these memories that are chaperoned back to me because I stopped to acknowledge and remember it in the first place. The sound of clanking gear above me as I hold the rope in my hand, belaying my partner up makes it feel like a Christmas morning. The feeling of fear before a swinging, airy fall and then taking the plunge. The sweet smell of sagebrush that will always remind me of Wyoming.

Any person who thinks that it’s a waste of time to treasure these things is welcome to their own opinion—but they’re missing out. We all have emotions that eventually bring us to self-awareness (if we let them). Beneath every curmudgeonly old soul is the ability to share a passion and appreciate something that makes us feel deeply, often in ways we can’t quite explain. It’s true—climbing does not change you. But having a passion for something will.

Cover photograph courtesy of Tim Foote

33 thoughts

  1. For what it’s worth I loved your series of posts, started following you as a result, and then ended up here. As a rather stoic person in a rather stoic career field, who is generally uncomfortable expressing big emotions, I have still found that my time in the mountains has changed me in really profound ways, and has shaped the path my life has taken as well.
    Thank you for being brave enough to acknowledge emotions as such a large part of what we do. I admire and am grateful to you for it.

  2. Well said! I often think that the hater mentality is derived from our competitive culture. There are a lot of strange things that we hold as values–I’m speaking of the United States–and I think sentimentality is viewed as weakness, especially for males. I’ve been in some hard places; the streets, prisons, jails and institutions, and in my experience anybody can be calloused, close-minded, and negative, but it takes real courage to be open, loving, and honest with others and to be brave enough to express that love for life and appreciation of others. Sentimentality is strength! Great post, thank you for sharing!

  3. I enjoy your blog precisely because of your honesty and openness, and your ability to go “beyond” the usual climbing plane. There is nothing that any of us do in our lives, particularly when it is something we dedicate our precious free time to, that does not operate on other levels or other planes. Obviously this is truer to a greater extent for some than for others. And some are more aware and more in touch with those planes and levels than others. Emotions scare some people, and clearly it’s hit a nerve among some in the climbing community. If they want to close their minds to that aspect of climbing, they’re welcome to – but there’s really no excuse for the all the vitriol directed at those who experience the world differently.

    It strikes me as ironic how the very people who decry the acknowledgement of any feeling in climbing are so very quick to vent their negative energy at others. Perhaps climbing stirs feelings after all.

    Keep writing, ignore the detractors – you can’t please everyone.

  4. I really connected with this. I am not a great climber, but it is something I do to challenge myself. I have always been really afraid of heights, so for me the sense of accomplishment comes from pushing beyond my self imposed limits. Like you said, I can chose to experience joy from that, regardless of what others think.

    I like being able to be sentimental and experience all of those emotions. If you don’t appreciate the passion behind why you do something, why are you doing it? Thanks so much for writing!

  5. Feeling and emotion can emerge from may things both simple and not, be it climbing in front of a beautiful sunset or grocery shopping as sun breaks out after a storm. Emotions are worth treasuring and sharing with others, as they are what makes our lives worth living and mark ‘who’ we are. Those emotions are part of our climbing as of ourselves, and being truly ourselves with others means not being afraid of expressing them.

    1. A great trait of sentimentality is being able to be so vulnerable with your feelings. If it is, in fact, a true reflection of how something is important to you, then I think that is an extremely beautiful trait.”
      – this is so beautifully said.

  6. Reblogged this on BCSBook Reviews and News and commented:
    Beneath every curmudgeonly old soul is the ability to share a passion and appreciate something that makes us feel deeply, often in ways we can’t quite explain. It’s true—climbing does not change you. But having a passion for something will.

  7. Disparagement and wanna bes , gotta love em. If you don’t hear bad then nobodies talking. Isn’t that the adage,

  8. Writing has helped me connect with myself on a deeper level. You talk a lot about intimacy and connection a lot. I’m sure writing has helped you understand yourself and other people much more.

    Everyone has a strength. Ours seems to be self-awareness and emotional intelligence. People constantly tell me I’d make a good motivational coach or a therapist. Other people are great businessmen with financial acumen, others are great musicians who compose musical scores (I cried to a deaf singer on Americas Got Talent Today).

    Sentimentality has it’s place in the world. I’m sure climbing does too.

    P.S. – I saw a documentary on Meru today on Amazon. Crazy climbing video.

  9. I have a love/hate relationship with climbing myself, so I clicked over to this blog post from WP Discover just out of curiosity. I found this post to be an interesting read. What I don’t get about people who leave negative comments on articles they find online is why they bother. The internet is full of content, if you don’t like some of it, just leave it, no need to be nasty about it. I checked out your Instagram feed as well, very nice, I’m following you there.
    Cheers, Amy

  10. “A great trait of sentimentality is being able to be so vulnerable with your feelings. If it is, in fact, a true reflection of how something is important to you, then I think that is an extremely beautiful trait.”
    – This is so true and something that everyone needs to understand.
    Even in my college, whenever I tend to do something that makes me emotionally satisfied , I have been judged. Society in general isn’t ready to accept that each individual may have different sentiments and no one has the right to mock at them.

  11. “A great trait of sentimentality is being able to be so vulnerable with your feelings. If it is, in fact, a true reflection of how something is important to you, then I think that is an extremely beautiful trait.”
    – this is so beautifully said. Loved it!

  12. Hater mentality knows no bounds. What you said here makes a lot of sense though. I find it in every platform now. But most often, it is a female who probably faces mire such things…with comments like, ‘you need to go back to tge kitchen’ or ‘Its a guy thing…girls needn’t interfere’. It is so disturbing to see such things…but I guess…its up to us that we stand up for ourselves..!

    Well written and all the points are one fleek! It was soo good to read this post😁

  13. I’m speechless. I appreciate your honest viewpoint and thoughts on what you enjoy to do. Having only climbed once outdoors with (now) partner and his friends, it was an eye-opening experience. Listening to their reasons on why they climb, it started out being something to do then it became a personal challenge to push themselves further (there were emotions involved, passion/desire). There was something about watching them and then going to the indoor gym, that stuck with me. Though it’s been years, the desire to learn to climb has resurfaced. Maybe it’s emotion, yet it is something

  14. Lovely story! Super funny comments by haters.
    I think that those who actually don’t care they don’t post negative opinions, but when people feel shitty about their lives that’s when it comes online in a form of negative comments. I only climbed a training wall in my life and even that accomplishment for me was something to remember forever. I write a lot of negative things in my blog, because when something irritates me I need a place to explode. People can choose whether they like it or not. But I think it’s sad that people who do nothing let themselves to shit on others glory moments.

  15. Everyone has the privilege to express and be the way they want to be. Rock climbing is an adventurous activity and the rock climbers have a special emotion attached with it. Learning the different reasons of people to climb is an interesting thing! Keep the good work up!

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