In Praise of Amateurs

Sadly, it seems to me that amateurism is, in this professional era, increasingly looked down upon (with the possible exception being that of amateur porn; the erotic folk art of our digital age).  

Which is a pity: for I tend to be of a Greek persuasion and consider the amateur as a virtuous figure; a free spirit of noble intent; open minded, devoted, and full of passion for their discipline regardless of whether this brings public recognition or generates an income.  

Professionals may regard them with a mixture of suspicion and contempt,* but gentleman amateurs, independent scholars, hommes de lettres, and even dilettanti who take a somewhat gay and carefree approach to the things that delight them, have often made crucial contributions to science, the arts, sport, and society.

Ultimately, as Roland Barthes notes, the true amateur is not defined by inferior knowledge or an imperfect technique. But, rather, by the fact that he does not not identify himself to others in order to impress or intimidate; nor constantly worry about status and reputation.

Also, crucially, the amateur unsettles the distinction between work and play, art and life, which is doubtless why they are feared by those who like to police borders, protect categories, and form professional associations.   

* Note:  I was once told by a career academic that people like me were parasites upon those who did all the hardwork in their field of study. I think the idea was to shame me into feeling irresponsible and immature; or to shame me into an apology, perhaps. But I'll never feel ashamed or apologise for being a lover.