On Bullshit — What It Is (and What It Isn’t)
Some books linger not because they change your mind, but because they sharpen something you already suspected. On Bullshit by Harry Frankfurt is one of those. I remember first noticing it when it appeared in book form in 2005, already carrying the quiet reputation of something slightly unusual—a philosopher taking on a word most would avoid in formal discourse. That contrast alone makes it memorable. But the staying power comes from something else: the precision of the idea. Frankfurt is not really interested in explaining why the world is full of bullshit. If anything, he largely sidesteps that question. What he does instead is narrower, and more useful. He tries to define what bullshit actually is . And the distinction he draws is sharper than it first appears. Bullshit vs. Lies At first glance, it is tempting to think of bullshit as just a softer form of lying. Frankfurt argues that this is fundamentally wrong. A liar, in his framework, is still tethered to the truth. They kno...