We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
He seems to be speaking about the psychiatrists we see in New Yorker cartoons.
My picture of psychiatrists, based on based on a hundred I have known and a score I have known well, does not match this at all. Psychiatrists do not work with people engaging in a search for meaning, they work with people whose brains are broken, physically broken; whose trauma is so severe that their emotions do not work predictably anymore; whose moods are so out of range of the normal experience that they can no longer make a bed or buy a cup of coffee.
Who the hell is someone like Pinsky? I'm guessing that he thinks he knows because of what he hears in the artistic community.
Assistant VIllage Idiot
Maybe Pinsky watched "In Treatment". By the end of the third season the therapist no longer believes in himself or therapy any more, I concluded after watching the final episode last evening.