Archive for ‘Politics’

January 15, 2012

Happy New Year!

Happy 2012, everyone! May this year improve on the last. I’m trying to be more of a positive thinker this year, so this is the only news item I’m acknowledging at the moment. I just read that one article over coffee every morning, and I’ve also set a Google Alert for ‘adorable and heroic acts.’ So far, it mostly serves up videos of kittens punching the noses of larger, predatory mammals.

As I do from time to time, I’m taking a little bit of a blog pause, but I encourage all of you to go straight over to Netflix and watch all seven series of Peep Show.

June 16, 2011

Excerpts From May Reading

The brother of a schoolfriend owned a photography gallery in the East End, and maybe she was going to have an exhibition there later in the year. Nowadays I would see through this kind of thing immediately; but this was the first occasion I had come across someone for whom art was a means of avoiding reality rather than confronting it head on, an idea so strange to me that I didn’t fully comprehend it at the time.       - Deirdre Madden, Molly Fox’s Birthday

…I remarked upon the extraordinary clouds above us. He barely glanced up at them and made no comment. Then, remembering, brightening, he said, ‘Constable did some amazing paintings of clouds; I must show you pictures of them.’ A tree, a painting of a tree: he would always choose the painting.     – Deirdre Madden, Molly Fox’s Birthday

Because even then I understood that theatre, if it was any good at all, wasn’t something you saw, it was something that happened to you.     – Deirdre Madden, Molly Fox’s Birthday

We threaded our way around a group of journalists who were disclosing to each other their coastal preferences…     – Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

“Ahaha,” I agreed politely while Cookie ratified her little witticism with raucous braying.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

“You know,” he said after a moment. “I never meant you to think, that time, that I was saying you were self-absorbed, or something of that sort.” “Oh, I know,” I said. When had he said I was self-absorbed? “I don’t think of myself as a particularly self-absorbed person, so it wouldn’t really have struck home in any case.” How strange. So Rafe had accused me of being self-absorbed.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

‘Dark feelings can become a habit,’ he’d said to me once when we were talking – arguing – about this. ‘And if they’re strong enough, like many strong feelings they can even be enjoyable.’ He said that this was why the peace process wasn’t working, that the whole population was locked in a trance of grief that they didn’t break out of because it defined them, it made them feel real.     - Deirdre Madden, Molly Fox’s Birthday

Palestinians are beginning to discover the possibilities of nonviolence, which Israel, with its ethical and political traditions, would find far harder to resist than rocks and rockets. The longer the occupation lasts, and the larger the Arab and Palestinian populations grow in territory under Israeli control, the more untenable Israel’s future as both Jewish and democratic becomes.     – Hendrick Hertzberg, The New Yorker

‘…Conventional life always expects you to meet it more than halfway. You should give yourself the benefit of the doubt from time to time.’     - Deirdre Madden, Molly Fox’s Birthday

It was years before I could see why he was doing it – alarm, I suspect, at the unadorned reality of my own personality. Be that as it may, once you’re conscious of what’s happening, it’s incredibly tiresome.     - Deirdre Madden, Molly Fox’s Birthday

Sometimes the most important and powerful element is an absence, a lack, a burnished space in your mind that glows and aches as you try to fill it.     - Deirdre Madden, Molly Fox’s Birthday

Natalie must have been just about my age, but there might be an infinite number of ways to be twenty, I saw, shocked.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

You could put a blond wig on a hot-water heater and some dude would try to fuck it.     – Tina Fey, Bossypants

We can’t expect our gay friends to always be single, celibate, and arriving early with the nacho fixin’s. And we really need to let these people get married, already.     – Tina Fey, Bossypants

Ellen calls and asks what I’m doing with myself. When I say I don’t really know, she says, “Well, I mean, you get up, and then what do you do?” Sometimes it seems to me that there is a growing number of women, and that I am not among them.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

It angers me that I must be so assertive on such shaky grounds to make people believe that I run, and that when they believe me, they don’t care.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

I see Ellen today, and before she gets a chance to ask what I’m up to, I tell her that I’m running a lot lately. She is delighted to hear it. It seems that she, too, after getting home from the office, reading to the kids, clearing up after the dinner guests, studying for her orals, and knocking off an article or two for some little journal, likes to get in a few miles.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

But Al Qaeda long ago fled to all corners, changing its mailing address to franchise cells in Waziristan, Peshawar, southern Yemen, and housing projects in European cities. Bin Laden’s death underscores the question of why we go on losing young men and women daily in the defense of an indefensibly corrupt government in Kabul.     – David Remnick, The New Yorker

That’s the kind of trouble you get when diverse groups of people actually cross paths with one another. That’s why many of the worst things in the world happen in and around Starbucks bathrooms.     – Tina Fey, Bossypants

Strether had become acquainted even on this ground with short gusts of speculation — sudden flights of fancy in Louvre galleries, hungry gazes through clear plates behind which lemon-coloured volumes were as fresh as fruit on the tree.     – Henry James, The Ambassadors

I cry like a three year old who just wants to take her toy cash register into the bathtub.     - Tina Fey, Bossypants

Men I had met before suddenly paid attention to me…and I hated them for it.     - Tina Fey, Bossypants

If only I could be lifted up and borne off to someplace further along in time, to where the hours would move forward in a benign, steady procession and I would spend the modest coinage of daily life among pleasant people.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

But there is not one management course in the world where they recommend Self-Righteousness as a tool.     - Tina Fey, Bossypants

My hat goes off to them. It is an impressively arrogant move to conclude that just because you don’t like something, it is empirically not good. I don’t like Chinese food, but I don’t write articles trying to prove it doesn’t exist.     - Tina Fey, Bossypants

…she had sat through numbers of futile interviews and sent out numbers of futile resumes. The city, in fact, appeared to be quite overstocked with women, each more ornamental and accomplished than any nineteenth-century young lady, huge quantities of whom, Patty noticed with growing terror, were waitresses.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

This is what I like to tell young women who ask me for career advice. People are going to try to trick you. To make you feel that you are in competition with one another.     – Tina Fey, Bossypants

Eunuchs are considered relentless scolds in South Asia, and the threat of being hounded by one is somehow supposed to take the place of audits.     – Lawrence Wright, The New Yorker

Darrow wasn’t a philosopher; he wasn’t even an iconoclast. He was an agonist. He would argue one way; he would argue another; he just didn’t want to see bigotry thrive or watch a man die. He liked to say that creeds were dope: “No one can find life tolerable without dope. The Catholics are right, the Christian Scientists are right, the Methodists are right, the drunkards are right.”     – Jill Lepore, The New Yorker

I asked the demonstrators around me, “What are we protesting today?” A university student named Latifa said, “The Interior Ministry refuses to let women be photographed for their identity cards wearing the hijab . . . They force women to remove the hijab,” she continued. “This is an insult to Islam. We are demanding that the ministry allow us to wear the hijab at all times.” Oh.      - Jeffrey Goldberg, The Atlantic

…sessions covered everything from search engine optimization for doctors’ Web sites to “The Blue Plate Special,” a urogynecologist’s advice on how to persuade a patient to add cosmetic-gyn to an incontinence surgery.     – Marie Myung-Ok Lee, The Atlantic

“What are you doing?” he said, aghast. “Out. Now. Out, out.” She picked up the suitcase in one hand and shooed Stuart to the door with the other. “This is enough to get by on for a while. Let me know where you are and I’ll send the rest on to you.” “You know,” Stuart said as he trotted down the hall in front of her, “Marcia kept saying, ‘Oh, Patty is so centered. Patty is such a woman,’ but actually, Patty, you’re a very nervous person.” On the street Patty flagged down a taxi. “Take this guy to Port Authority,” she said, giving the driver a ten. She shoved Stuart into the back seat next to his suitcase and ran along behind the taxi as it took off, flapping her skirt. As she walked back down the hall, whimpering, Mr. Martinez peered out from his doorway. “The mens – the mens-” he said, his voice vibrant with commiseration. “They must do this thing. Do not cry, missy. He will come back.”     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

And when Patty returned to George’s table later, she found only more change than he could afford, she knew, and on his plate a pile of little bones that suggested he’d curled up there and died.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

I don’t get drunk; I don’t pursue the ladies; I don’t spend money; I don’t even write sonnets. But nevertheless I’m making up late for what I didn’t have early. I cultivate my little benefit in my own little way. It amuses me more than anything that has happened to me in all my life. They may say what they like – it’s my surrender, it’s my tribute, to youth. One puts that in where one can – it has to come in somewhere, if only out of the lives, the conditions, the feelings of other persons. . . . The point is that they’re mine. Yes, they’re my youth; since somehow at the right time nothing else ever was.     – Henry James, The Ambassadors

It came to him in fact that just here was his usual case: he was forever missing things through his general genius for missing them, while others were forever picking them up through a contrary bent. And it was others who looked abstemious and he who looked greedy; it was he somehow who finally paid, and it was others who mainly partook.     – Henry James, The Ambassadors

Did the government believe its citizens would survive nuclear attack by hiding in holes in their back yards? Not really, Roy said. The security technologist Bruce Schneier coined the term “security theatre” to describe certain measures, such as post-9/11 T.S.A. pat-downs and subway bag checks, which, he says, improve feelings of security while doing little or nothing to protect people.     – Lizzie Widdicombe, The New Yorker

Getting patients to acknowledge their own disorders also has become an ethical imperative. Implicit in the doctrine of informed consent is the notion that before agreeing to take medication patients should be aware of the nature and course of their own illnesses. In balancing rights against needs, though, psychiatry is stuck in a kind of moral impasse. It is the only field in which refusal of treatment is commonly viewed as a manifestation of illness rather than as an authentic wish.     - Rachel Aviv,The New Yorker

Deinstitutionalization was a nationwide social experiment that did not go as planned. Overgrown hospitals were shut down or emptied, but many fewer community centers were opened than had been proposed. Resources steadily declined; in just the past three years, $2.2 billion has been cut from state mental-health budgets. “Wishing that mental illness would not exist has led our policymakers to shape a health-care system as if it did not exist,” Paul Appelbaum said in his 2002 inaugural address as president of the American Psychiatric Association. Today, there are three times as many mentally ill people in jails as in hospitals. Others end up on the streets.     – Rachel Aviv, The New Yorker

Strether paused anew, on the last flight, at this final rather breathless sense of what Chad’s life was doing with Chad’s mother’s emissary. It was dragging him, at strange hours, up the staircases of the rich; it was keeping him out of bed at the end of long hot days; it was transforming beyond recognition the simple, subtle, conveniently uniform thing that had anciently passed with him for a life of his own.     – Henry James, The Ambassadors

Outside, too, was the London Marta had come to but had never before entered.     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

From the moment she was born people had been happy to tell her what to do, down to the most minute detail; Eds. Clarke & Melton knew just what was happening; there were admonitions and exhortations plastered all over the walls – this is how to behave, this is what to think, this is how to think it, that’s then, this is now, this is where to put your sock – but no one had ever said one little thing that would get her through any five given minutes of her life!     - Deborah Eisenberg, The Collected Stories

 

April 8, 2011

Planned Parenthood Does Not Receive Federal Funding For Abortions

I don’t think any intelligent person really believes this budget standoff is about abortion, but this article is worth reading for a reminder of what the much-maligned Planned Parenthood actually does (and what the federal government actually pays for):

More than 90 percent of the health care provided by Planned Parenthood is preventive. Every year, Planned Parenthood doctors and nurses carry out nearly one million screenings for cervical cancer and 830,000 breast exams. Planned Parenthood health centers also provide affordable birth control to nearly 2.5 million patients, and nearly four million tests and treatments for sexually transmitted infections, including HIV testing for women and men. The funding that PPFA receives from the federal government goes toward this basic care, and accounts for roughly one-third of Planned Parenthood’s $1 billion annual budget. These funds come from local, state and federal sources, but 90 percent come from Medicaid and other federal sources. Federal funds pay only for cancer screenings, birth control, family planning visits, annual exams, testing for HIV and other STIs, and other basic care.

Moreover, 73 percent of Planned Parenthood health centers are in rural or medically underserved areas. Planned Parenthood provides primary and preventive health care to many who otherwise would have nowhere to turn. According to the Guttmacher Institute, six in ten patients who receive care at a family planning health center like Planned Parenthood consider it their main source of health care.

November 12, 2010

More Havel

The more of these discussions I have . . . the more I realize one important difference between America, or rather Washington, and the Czech Republic, or rather Prague.  Here people enjoy politics; in our country they don’t.  Here they really enjoy talking about politics; in our country they merely complain about it.  Here politicians, scientists and academics, journalists, and other important people appear to stay fresh the whole day, and perhaps they say the cleverest things in the evening.  In our country, by the evening, such people are either tired or desperately trying to catch up on work, or they’re drunk or just glad to be home watching television with no need to talk to anyone. . . . Why is it we Czechs are always so harried?  Always so irritated?  Why are we always complaining about something instead of doing a decent day’s work?

- Vaclev Havel, To the Castle and Back

Maybe I should move to Prague…

November 2, 2010

Sorry About My Winter Mood

My God, what a cranky pants blog this has been lately.  I don’t want to even be here anymore. 

I’ve been in a bad mood because it’s fall, the season of darkness and death, and also because even though it’s icy cold in my room, one last mosquito is hanging in there and biting me in special places all night long, and also because I’ve been working more than usual and I just can’t understand how people who work full-time ever get their laundry or their reading done, and also because my best buddy will be moving out soon and I will miss her and also I have to find a new roommate, and also because Thomasina has been a right little bitch lately, having established this routine of running up and biting me just before bedtime as a way (I’m only guessing here) of asserting that her day has not been entirely perfect in every respect.  Maybe it’s because I have been at work all day this week, when I am usually home with her most of the time, or maybe she has decided that she likes me being out of the way and is annoyed when I get back in it.  Who knows what rabbits think?  You?  If so, please tell me.  Anyway, a chihuahua will be moving in soon, and then she’ll be sorry she was mean to me.    

But despite all these annoyances, I have decided to begin looking in the general direction of the bright side.  So, here – here are two positive things:

The Dresden Dolls were AMAZING on Halloween.  They played two full encore sets, and just generally rocked, and also, if Amanda Palmer ever gets sick of Neal Gaiman, I would like to marry her, and if Amanda Palmer ever gets sick of Amanda Palmer, I would like to be her.  

Also, today is the day we vote!  Voting is healthy fun for boys and girls, even when it’s cold and dark out and all you want to do is whine about things and be angry, and even if the voting in question will very likely spin the country off in a different direction from the one you want it to be going in, when it wasn’t even going in your direction in the first place, but rather, just sort of making emptyish gestures in the direction of the direction, which it clearly never intended to go in at all, anyway, but was just saying that it might in order to appease you, and so, you know, democracy is an illusion and your vote doesn’t really matter at all.  Still – vote!  

Oh, and hey, here’s another good thing – I am now a green belt in Shotokan karate, so anyone who’d like to beat the snot out of me is advised to do so within the next five years, because after that, who knows but I might be able to make it rather difficult for you.   

Look at that!  Good things flopping out all over. 

…Is it summer yet?

October 22, 2010

What a Party

 

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I don’t usually pay much attention to anything Tea Party, because, no matter how much the media tells me this movement is significant, I refuse to admit it’s not just a lot of news bait and nonsense and won’t end up being about as relevant to U.S. politics as the Socialist Labor Party.  But I have to point out that Peggy Noonan’s latest WSJ Op-Ed is pretty hilarious:

Actually, Maureen “Moe” Tucker, former drummer of the Velvet Underground, has done the best job ever of explaining where the tea party stands and why it stands there. She also suggests the breadth and variety of the movement.  . . . “Anyone who thinks I’m crazy about Sarah Palin, Bush, etc., has made quite the presumption. I have voted Democrat all my life, until I started listening to what Obama was promising and started wondering how the hell will this utopian dream be paid for?”

Yes, Peggy, absolutely a former drummer for the Velvet Underground is representative of Tea Partiers!  Tea Partiers are totally a bunch of awesome rockers!  I’m convinced.

October 20, 2010

Class-Based Shaming Is Calorie-Free!

Mayor Michael ‘No Fatties’ Bloomberg would like to remove soft drinks from the list of items that can be purchased with food stamps.

In general, I’ve been a fan of Bloomberg’s waistline-reducing initiatives, but I think this one is pretty ugly, however unintentionally. Obviously, there’s a stigma around using food stamps, and people who use them say it can be humiliating to grocery shop with them. Cashiers and other shoppers can be nasty and intrusive; people don’t think you should buy junk food at all, but they don’t think you should be able to buy pricey, healthy food, either.

Here, the health commissioners defend the measure in the Times:

This proposal to adjust the food stamp program is just one of many steps New York City is taking to reduce obesity. The city also has programs to increase the availability of fresh produce in poor neighborhoods; has set nutrition requirements for meals served in schools, after-school and day care programs and centers for the elderly; and has begun advertising campaigns to educate the public about obesity and nutrition. Taken together, these efforts will bring us closer to stemming the wave of obesity and diabetes in New York.

They, and other proponents of the ban, argue that soda isn’t food, and that there are many restrictions on the use of food stamps and this is one that should have been there all along.  But the thing is, it hasn’t been a restriction up until now, and this would be scoring a point about a mere symptom of a much larger problem at the expense of people who need additional social censure even less than they need a 2-liter of Coke. People on food stamps probably have other concerns currently taking precedence over kicking their soda habit, like, oh, say, getting off food stamps. Institutes that study such things say one of the big obstacles to digging yourself out of poverty is feeling like you have no control over your situation or your decisions, so further restricting people’s personal choices doesn’t seem very productive.

This very interesting blog post explains in detail how food stamps work in New York, and why this measure would be unlikely to produce the desired effect.

And here’s Sadhbhe Walshe in The Guardian:

On a recent shopping expedition (in my local C-town not some fancy organic joint), I paid $7 for a bag of apples, $5 for four oranges and $2 for one red pepper. Just those few items would eat up almost half one person’s weekly food stamp allotment. It’s no wonder, then, that people would opt for cheaper, high-calorie processed foods when money is tight.

The really frustrating part is that the reason that junk food and soda are so inexpensive (and therefore widely consumed) is that these products are subsidised by the federal government. All these foods contain high-fructose corn syrup, made from corn, which is a subsidised crop. So, while the poor are being frowned upon for their bad food choices, they are simultaneously being incentivised by misguided policy to make these choices. The hand that wants to take away is also the hand that giveth.

How much more sense would it make to subsidise the production of fruit and vegetables in low-income neighbourhoods, instead of Big Macs and 20-ounce Cokes and the like? That way, instead of imposing virtue on the poor, we could offer them a choice – and then try to move past the assumption that they might make a bad one.

Frankly, people need to stop talking about produce as if it were food in itself.  It has hardly any calories in it, so, while we should all ideally be eating a bushel of it with every portion of carbs and fat, the produce itself is extraneous to assuaging hunger. It’s more like a really elaborate, time-consuming vitamin. For example, last night after karate, I had a big bowl of brown rice, eggs, beans and cheese, and I also had a giant handful of spinach, a tomato and two carrots.  If I didn’t have any money, the first thing to go from that sentence would be the karate and the next would be the spinach, tomato and carrots, because, while they might be the most important part of that meal for my health, they’re the least helpful in my not going to bed hungry. Soda costs next to nothing, however, which is probably why it’s usually free where most people work.

October 3, 2010

Vaclav Havel

Simply put, the global world of today can hope for for a decent and peaceful life only if, among other things, there is an absolutely evenhanded cooperation among various large supranational or regional entities, defined in terms of their civilization, their history, their culture, and their geographical position.  A necessary condition for such cooperation, however, is a clear agreement on where a particular sphere begins and where it ends.  In short, there must be a clear agreement on mutual borders.  Only clearly delineated and defined entities can be genuine and creative partners; in the future, any vague or blurred or disputed border can only be – as it was with nation-states in the past – a source of instability, tension, and ultimately war.  That’s why I think that the creation of a new political world order requires that special attention be paid to the problem of borders between individual spheres of civilization, a problem that can be solved only if the spheres that are momentarily wealthier cease to consider themselves superior to those that are momentarily poorer.

– on Ukraine, 4/9/05

Also:

In the period of communism the Nobel Prize would have considerably invigorated our struggle, that’s obvious.  During my presidency, however, I would have felt awkward about accepting it.  I think that politicians in office have a duty to work for peace and for a better and more just world; you might say that’s what they’re paid for, and so it’s better that the prize go to someone who works for a good cause voluntarily, and possibly at great risk.  That kind of recognition always emboldens such people and their struggle in very concrete ways, and therefore it must not merely be a reward for past merits.

– on failure to win the Nobel, 4/9/05

Also:

First some brief news about myself:  I spent the first two days of Easter (Friday and Saturday) in a rather poor state.  I was angry at the whole world; either because I have no Easter and I have to work (along with emergency room nurses and train drivers), or because I have to write so many speeches at once, or because I have such a thick file of documents and altogether so much weekend reading from you (circa three hundred pages), or because my printer isn’t working and without it it’s practically impossible to write speeches, or because I can’t find anyone to repair it because everyone’s away somewhere for the holidays.  I felt as if I were out on a limb, a man betrayed by history, which has burdened him with endless tasks and now mocks him for his inability to master them, and I’ve paced back and forth like a lion in its cage consumed by anger at an unspecified perpetrator (even though the lightning rod that drew my ire was my staff).  In the end, however, the situation took a turn for the better:  on Saturday evening people were found who could at least make temporary repairs to my printer, and on Sunday morning, that is, today, I finally began to work.

– to his staff re:  his printer, 4/16/95

(All from To the Castle and Back)

April 28, 2010

Quotas In India’s Panchayats

Inequality is especially marked in political life. Despite the high profile of a few female leaders — including Ms. Gandhi and the president of India, Pratibha Patil — fewer than 11 percent of members of Parliament are women.

By contrast, the panchayats stand as bastions of female representation. Academic studies suggest that the quotas have not benefited upper castes at the expense of more impoverished groups. Women are as likely as men to come from lower castes to serve on the panchayats.

And the quota seems to be benefiting both sexes in more tangible ways. One study, by Esther Duflo, an economist at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, found that panchayats led by women provided more public services, from wells to roads, over all.

NY Times

April 27, 2010

Self-Identification

  

There is no biological basis for what we call race, meaning that most human variation occurs within individual “races” rather than between them.  Race is a social fiction.  But it is also, for now at least, a social fact. 
[. . . ]
If they are willing to make any sort of nod toward the existence of race as a legitimate category, most scientists agree that a person’s race is self-identified, and the U.S. census now categorizes people only as they self-identify.  But our racial categories are so closely policed by the culture at large that it would be much more accurate to say that we are collectively identified.   

Eula Biss, “Relations.”   

The obvious question—perhaps not to an American, but certainly to a visitor from another planet—is why if someone’s ancestry is predominantly white, they are not identified as “white” rather than “black.” It’s not because of the way they look. Walter White was widely “mistaken” as a white person. As a student at Colgate, Adam Clayton Powell was initially believed to be “white.” But once it became known that they had black ancestry, they became black. And American law backed up this conclusion. In the South, the idea that any black ancestry would qualify someone as black, negro, or colored was called the “one-drop rule.”
[. . . ]
By denying the existence of race, one denies the existence of racial inequality. Yet by using the constructed language of race, one perpetuates invidious racial distinctions. Obama faced this dilemma when he chose how to designate himself on the census. And he may have done the right thing—but only in the short run. If racism is finally to disappear, so must the peculiar logic of blackness.  

John Judis in The New Republic.

February 1, 2010

11

I have not been blogging much lately, and so, in the style of the blog 11 Points, here are 11 things that I have been spending my time on lately, and enjoying immensely. All highly recommended:

1. Gail Collins. The New York Times was long overdue for a female columnist who wasn’t Maureen Dowd, and Gail Collins is more than the Times deserves: tart, smart, funny and perceptive, her takes on the issues of the day are both informative and cathartic. I just checked out one of her books, America’s Women: 400 Years of Dolls, Drudges, Helpmates, and Heroines, but have only read the first chapter so far. I’ll let you know how it is. Also, in addition to her columns, Collins’s conversations with David Brooks are a treat. I have to confess, in the past, I have occasionally liked David Brooks, but he’s been heinous lately, and as his tenure at the Times goes on, he contradicts himself ever more blatantly. I dearly love a good journo fight, and Matt Taibbi (an occasional guilty pleasure for me, I’ll admit – his reportage may be spotty, but sometimes you just need a good, unapologetic rant) has lately been picking Brooks’s columns up in his teeth and shaking them back and forth until their necks snap.

2. The public library. I like to write in my books, dogear them, and read them in the shower, so for years, I insisted on buying books and keeping them in piles along my baseboards. But I don’t make that kind of money these days, and have finally learned to make good use of the public library. Yes, the inability to write in the books is a serious handicap, but otherwise, I am a total library convert. There’s a small branch near my house, and I can order whatever I want through the system to be delivered there, and they notify me by email when my holds are ready. Best of all, you can renew your books on the computer, and as long as nobody puts a hold on them, you can renew them indefinitely (I’ve renewed one 12 times already). And all for not one red cent (not counting city taxes). Beat that, Kindle.

3. Susan Schorn’s McSweeney’s column. I go back and forth on McSweeney’s, and particularly on their columnists. Some are good, some are boring, many have long outlived their original gimmick, good for only a post or two, but weirdly extended. But one of their new columns, Susan Schorn’s meditations on martial arts, self-defense, anger, weakness, and related topics, is fantastic – and not just because I’m into karate lately. I agree with Schorn about everything, and wish she lived next door to me, so that I could bother her all the time (and all of her other humor pieces are great, too). Speaking of karate:

4. Shotokan karate. I have been training at a local dojo since August (I’m currently a yellow belt), and I am obsessed. Fantastic exercise, and a wonderful outlet for pent-up aggression, karate is sport, art form, self-defense training and a study in focus and discipline, all in one. I try to make three classes a week, and, while I still couldn’t beat up a four-year-old, my kiai has deepened from Chihuahua to Rottweiler.

5. Jezebel and The Awl. I am putting these together, because my enjoyment of them is similar. For some reason, when Jezebel debuted, I immediately decided that I didn’t care for it. I can’t remember what about it offended me, because I’ve really been enjoying it lately. In addition to the progressive and feminist news alerts, there are hearty round-ups of celebrity gossip. And while I am not interested enough in celebrity garbage to actually read up on it, I must admit, do I want to know when Brad and Angie finally break it off, or when Lindsay Lohan ODs in a club bathroom, or when somebody has a major weight reversal? Yes! Yes, okay? I do want to know that! I admit it! But I don’t need to know the deets – I just want a headline and a photo, and that’s what Jezebel delivers. Now, The Awl, helmed by former Gawker editor, Choire Sicha (aka the only person who ever wrote for Gawker that I actually liked), is a hilarious, well-written chronicle of all things that would particularly interest…well, Brooklyn dwelling, underemployed pseudo-writers like moi. Plus, it is one of those lovely, rare blogs in which the commenters expand on (and often outshine) the posts. Kinder than Gawker and sharper than The Gothamist, The Awl fits just right.  If I could only read one blog, this would probably be it.

6. Amanda Palmer. The former Dresdan Doll has an awesome solo album. Plus, she’s engaged to Neil Gaiman, and showed up at The Golden Globes with her boobs and her pit hair out. She’s a fucking badass.

7. Small, well-done, original blogs. Tiring of sprawling, massive, constantly updating blogs, I have lately been discovering small, creative, focused sites that do one thing and do it well. Edith Zimmerman writes hilarious very short stories. Tom Oatmeal (who I found through EZ) makes milk come out my nose. And firmuhment is continually brilliant and original – scanned documents that inspire essays, short stories, and humor. I’m not sure if firmuhment is a single author deal or a team effort, but every post has obviously had a lot of work put into it, and I appreciate that.

8. Firefox’s new skins. I spent the lion’s share of my day staring at my browser, so anything that makes it more visually appealing makes me happy. Firefox’s new skins are a small adjustment that, surprisingly, makes a big difference. Currently, I’m enjoying Spring II. Goes well with my igoogle theme.

9. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I resisted getting into this back in high school when everyone was super into it, and haven’t gotten into it since, because I didn’t want to consume seven seasons of TV. But my coworker has them all on DVD. Uncle, okay? I’m through six seasons already, and ready to register as an official member of the Joss Whedon fanbase. In addition to the overall awesomeness of the series, I enjoy identifying basic karate moves in the fight choreography.

10. My new phone. After three shameful years of hitchhiking on my parents’ family plan, I finally ponied up and got my own phone plan, and a phone with a full keyboard and a camera. And man, it makes a huge difference! I no longer wince at the sound of a text message arriving: it doesn’t take me a year to peck out a response anymore, and my phone looks cool and is really fun to use. And yesterday, when my brunch coffee came in a giant bowl with no handle, I was able to document it quickly and easily, no forethought required.

11. My rabbit, Thomasina. Thomasina is so freaking adorable!! And I love having a pet! This was a good move. She’s my little pal, and she does hilarious things and entertains me, and she’s cuddly and fun. Right now, for example, I am trying to write, and she is collapsing her little grass hut on top of her head, and making eyes at the rabbit she thinks lives in my closet mirror! OMG, she’s a gas. I won’t work at all today.

July 3, 2009

Role of the Judiciary

Yglesias on gay rights:

The underlying dynamic here illustrates why it’s always been a mistake to try to draw a contrast between gay rights groups’ efforts to secure equality through the courts and to secure equality through the political process. The fact of the matter is that the political process simply isn’t very friendly to minority rights claims even when the claims themselves are reasonably popular. Repealing Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has become a majoritarian position, but the Obama administration would still prefer to avoid the headaches involved in working to repeal it. At the same time, if a court case were to order the administration to end this policy, it’s abundantly clear that there would be no critical mass of political support for trying to put it back in place.

Either way, the basic fact of the matter is that the political system is biased toward doing nothing. The mere fact that a majority is prepared to support claims of equality doesn’t mean that political leaders want to expend time and energy making our clunky legislative mechanics produce laws reflecting that fact. Under the circumstances, people with just claims to make on their own behalf are wise to pursue those claims through all available avenues including the judiciary.

(emphasis mine)

Ramesh Ponnuru, linked to by Yglesias, on the Ricci decision:

Judicial restraint has also been absent. That virtue is best understood as a finger on the scales, tipping judges in close cases against invalidating the actions of Congress or state or local governments. To invalidate laws without a strong argument that the Constitution requires doing so is precisely what conservatives usually mean by “judicial activism.”

(emphasis mine)

So…wait, what?

May 16, 2009

Oscars, Outrages, Etc.

Another Oscars ceremony has come and gone. I haven’t seen many of the movies, other than Vicki Christina, which I was happy Penelope Cruz won Best Supporting for her work in, because she was awesome; and WALL-E, which was great. And I was glad Winslet won, because, although I’m sure The Reader is just as bad as everyone says it is, she is one of my favorite actors and I think she’s a great role model for young women.

I have not seen Slumdog Millionaire, but everyone seems to have a strong opinion about it. Most of the people I know who’ve seen it really loved it, and I’m sure it’s great and all, but of course, like anything involving depictions of the “real” India by non-Indians and/or of the lives of the “real” poor by the wealthy, many people have their quarrels with the authenticity of it.

Again, I haven’t seen it, but I’m sure I’d probably agree with this post, which discusses the fact that the celebrated salvation from desperate poverty has to come from without, a financial deus ex machina, and that the female lead is a helpless battered woman who can do nothing for herself until some other man falls in love with her and saves her. In how many movies do we see this? And how many of these female characters are Asian? You’d almost think men have an unrealistic porny fantasy about “rescuing” battered, dependent, passive beauties from developing countries. Undoubtedly, these bruised and delicate flowers would know how to appreciate a good, loving master husband, unlike spoiled, bitchy feminists with their own money and their self-sufficiency.

Of course, being that the male lead in this particular movie is a young man from the Mumbai slums, I’m digressing a bit. Ahem. Where were we?

Oh, yes. Slumdog. Still, people are happy that the movie won because it’s so long been the boring standard that in America, any movie about people other than white Americans are niche films . . . unless, that is, they primarily focus on the way in which people other than white Americans affect white Americans. Which brings me to Gran Torino. Apparently, conservatives are pissed that Gran Torino didn’t get recognized and Milk did. Since, you know, Milk is about the rights of a group of people conservatives haven’t yet adjusted their prejudice about, and Gran Torino is about an old white dude and how he feels about some Vietnamese people he has to deal with. Now, a movie about Vietnamese gangs would be of no interest to these same people. That would be a niche film, of interest only to Vietnamese gangs and the liberals who care about them. But a movie about how an old white dude is affected by Vietnamese gangs…now that’s a movie that “everyone” can relate to! Especially when the old white dude is a Christian With Faith, and uses his Legal Gun of Righteousness to save the Vietnamese folk what can’t save themselves, and teaches them how to be more like old white dudes, before he finally drops dead in an oh-so-subtle crucifixion pose (which, so far as I can tell from the Wikipedia entry, is what happens in Gran Torino – I haven’t seen it, or Milk).

I have a very good friend, who is much smarter and more socially conscious than I am, and who has the irritating habit of ruining everything for me by pointing out a totally obvious bit of ridiculousness in some area of the culture that I’d been to thick to spot myself, and it was she who alerted me to this obnoxious habit of Hollywood being more interested in the ways in which racism and prejudice affects old white dudes than in the lives of black people, or immigrants, or anybody else. Now that she’s pointed it out, I see it everywhere. We’ve had Monster’s Ball, Crash, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, so on and so forth, and (as she put it) is it really so endlessly fascinating how old white bigots learn to open their minds? Isn’t there ever going to be a day when we can stop talking primarily to them and making movies about their experiences and trying to understand them and teach them to be better . . . and instead just ignore them until they go away? Are old white bigots really so relevant anymore? Isn’t it time to move on from all that?

Which is what I say in response to this post, in which James Bowman says:

Though in principle it is a good thing to seek a break with the past and the hardened positions on both sides, those positions are the result of the Penn-like tactic of characterizing those on the other side not just as wrong or mistaken but as reactionary in the commie sense – that is, as barriers to inevitable progress who must be removed. If you’re one of the barriers, you may be excused for finding that a somewhat chilling prospect. You have been identified as being, in practice if not in name, evil – that is beyond the bounds of decency and not to be recognized as legitimate in your views by anyone who is decent.

But see, that’s the thing: opponents of gay rights are barriers to inevitable progress who must be removed. Because there are actual gay families who are actually very much affected by conservatives’ slow, resistant refusal to see them as legitimate, and these families need not carefully consider those people who still oppose their rights. They need not try to see it from their side, or come to a compromise, or “respect” their point of view. Gay people simply want to live their lives the way they see fit without going a-begging to people who disapprove of them on every level.

Gay people will get equal rights eventually. And frankly, if that idea chaps your ass for some reason, you should probably get used to being the bad guy.

That said, I’m no fan of Sean Penn. I think he’s a good actor and enjoy his movies, but, as with most celebrities, I assume he an unintelligent, self-absorbed, entitled asshat, and I have absolutely no desire to know him as a person. And also, didn’t Sean Penn beat up Madonna a few times? Celebrity or no, any man who hits his wife should be in jail or in traction, but not in the spotlight, so I’m disappointed to see positive buzz about Penn on one of my favorite feminist sites. And the idea that anyone ever arrested for domestic assault could righteously preach to others about morality…well, only a celebrity would have the balls for that.

May 16, 2009

On Teen Sex, Single Moms and Shame

Recently, Bristol Palin went on national television, and said two highly controversial and shocking things: that it’s better to have a baby when you’re not an unemployed and single teenager who has yet to graduate high school, and that teenagers often have sex with each other. Then her mom came on and explained that, while young women do get knocked up from time to time, if they have good, loving families and financial means (like all decent people are supposed to have), it’s not too big of a tragedy.

Well. That clears that up. Teenagers shouldn’t be having sex, so we shouldn’t educate them or provide contraception, because that would be acknowledging that they’re having sex. But hey, we all realize that really, they’re having sex. But that’s ok, because if they do get pregnant, those who come from loving, well-off families will be just fine! And those who do not come from loving, well-off families, well . . . they should have had loving, well-off families. Or not had sex.

Rebecca Traister puts it better:

To Sarah Palin and Van Susteren’s minds, the real story here was not about cautioning other teens, or preventing teen pregnancies, it was about how to deal with them once they’d — inevitably, it seems — happened. In Van Susteren’s words, about “how important it is for families to pitch in.” The Alaska governor, pausing for a moment of generous reflection, said, “I don’t know how other families do it. If they kind of assume that the young parent is going to make it on their own, or assume that government would take care of the young parent and child. That’s not government’s role. This is a role for families to pitch in and help.”

So the bigger message here, as spun by Greta Van Susteren and Sarah Palin, is that abstinence is a naive peg on which to hang our contraceptive hopes, but that when our daughters reproduce before they finish high school, we need to move beyond it — not to discussions of birth control and abortion, but to the fact that the Palins are an unusually big, helpful, supportive group, and that other less fortunate young mothers should go out and get multigenerational families to help them out because it’s not the government’s responsibility.

Also, Lindsey Beyerstein points out the hypocrisy of the difference in coverage of Bristol Palin and Nadya Suleman:

I’m so sick of hearing disgruntled conservatives railing against “welfare mothers.” If they really value motherhood and childbearing as much as they say, they’ll happily pay for social services to support those families.

Of course, the very same politicians and pundits who score political points off welfare mothers had a field day ranting about birth control in the stimulus–a proposal that would have saved $200 million in healthcare costs alone over the next five years by making it easier for states to cover birth control for the same poor women are currently eligible for pregnancy care under Medicaid. (Since the federal government already matches state Medicaid contraception spending 9-1, the provision would have been a net stimulus for participating states.)

On a related note, the Atlantic bloggers have been having an interesting back-and-forth about shame. Here, Ta-Nehisi Coates takes issue with the “70% of black children are born out of wedlock” statistic:

To summarize–there is no data to show that the black “illegitimacy” figure of 70 percent has been caused by unmarried black women having more kids than they did in the past. In fact, the trend is the exact opposite. What is clear is that the behavior of married black women has changed, to the point that married black women are actually having less kids than married white women.

Megan McArdle thinks shame has its uses:

It is true that people who are ashamed often do not behave well. But they often behave badly precisely because they are trying to deflect their shame. People do a lot of things to avoid being shamed. Why do small towns have lower rates of crime, and lesser antisocial behaviors like cutting people off in traffic or queue jumping, than big cities? Are people in small towns more inherently virtuous? Or are they afraid of what the neighbors will think?

Ross Douthat weighs in:

. . . When people make bad choices, a culture of shame and stigma can make their lot in life worse, not better. . . . [H]uman beings what they are, social stigmas are usually effective precisely because they create suffering, and exclusion, and cautionary tales. Therefore it’s not quite right to say, as Rod does, that lifting the stigma on unwed childbearing involved “false compassion.” The compassion involved was and is real, and so are its beneficiaries. Many lives really were improved as American society became more tolerant of unwed motherhood – just as many lives were improved when divorce became easier to obtain, and bad marriages easier to walk away from, and so on.

But many other lives were not. And so the battle between social conservatism and social liberalism at the moment isn’t a battle between competing utopias, but a battle over which tragic choice is worse: The choice to stigmatize, which can damage and even ruin lives, or the choice to destigmatize, which can damage and ruin countless lives as well.

Andrew Sullivan notes the difficulty of destigmatizing:

But what if, in fact, there is no actual “choice” to destigmatize? What if the cruelty of some social norms – such as the way in which illegitimate children were once treated – leads to a gradual and irreversible social change? The real choice today in many areas is whether to re-stigmatize – and that is a very hard thing to do in a diverse, free and changing society. . . . Surely the more reasonable option is simply not to encourage socially disadvantageous behavior (as welfare once did), and to create a model of successful family structure that others might emulate. Obama’s marriage and family are probably much more effective in this than a lecture about abstinence from Rick Santorum.

Two things about shaming: first of all, anyone who feels they have enough moral authority to confidently shame other people probably has no self-awareness and should not be the person responsible for determining which behaviors are to be stigmatized and which rewarded. I mean, really, who the hell does anybody think they are?

And second, damn near all of the shaming I see in our society (and now I think about it, in most others, now and throughout history) is directed at victims. Often, people shame to reassure themselves they couldn’t possibly fall prey to poverty, disease, abuse, crime, etc., because they’re not stupid or careless or immoral like this or that victim.

(And speaking of situations in which the victim is always thoroughly shamed and blamed, I appreciated this article, which boldly declares that rapists are rapists, even if they’re also stars.)

December 9, 2008

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Big day for Chicago today: the Trib filed for bankruptcy and Gov. Blagojevich was arrested.

And things had been going so well!

The transcripts are just embarrassing.

I know I’m further echoing a common refrain, but the unbelievable hubris of these guys just floors me. I mean, scandal after scandal and politician after politician, the blatant, shameless hypocrisy and the absolute certainty of getting away with it…who are these men? Where do they come from? And how are there so damn many of them? I know that power corrupts, but, while my powers of imagination are great (and my ego not at all small), I simply cannot imagine ever having my own ego blown up to the immense proportions of these fellows. It almost makes me want to stand up and applaud.

Upon his election in 2002, Blagojevich had this to say:

“My heart is full tonight,” Blagojevich told a boisterous crowd of supporters at a north side steel factory where his late father once worked. Blagojevich said the election represents “a bipartisan call to action.” But he also reiterated a central theme of his campaign: That a generation of Republican control is responsible for the corruption and ethics scandals that have rocked Illinois.

“Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, Illinois has voted for a change,” Blagojevich said.

(St. Louis Post-Dispatch, via Harper’s)

And then there’s this:

Illinois governor Rob Blagojevich allegedly offered to help the Chicago Tribune’s parent company save $100 million in a real estate deal in exchange for firing members of the editorial board who had criticized the governor in print.

One bit of news from Patrick Fitzgerald’s press conference was that he had asked the Tribune  to delay reporting certain stories based on its own reporting in order not to interfere with his criminal investigation, and the Trib complied.

I’m reminded of a common improv warm-up that involves everyone on the team standing shoulder-to-shoulder with eyes closed, and counting to 20 as a group without anyone overlapping. When two people speak at the same time, everyone has to start over at 1. The game is supposed to improve focus and solidify ‘group mind’; actually, it is a boring, stupid, frustrating waste of time in which everyone is forced to stand way too close to each other and smell each other’s breath, and every time a coach suggested it before a show, I wanted to punch someone, but that’s all neither here nor there. What was my point?

Oh, yes – that whenever the country is excited about a new political superstar, it feels a lot like that game: the strained, hushed, careful counting to 20, hoping against hope that you’ll somehow make it there without having to start over. Not that Rod Blagojevich was ever especially inspiring to people, but still, I’m just waiting for Obama to do something awful. So far, though, so good:

According to the charges, “Blagojevich said he knew that the President-elect wanted Senate Candidate 1 for the open seat but ‘they’re not willing to give me anything except appreciation. Fuck them.’ “  . . . In another passage, Blagojevich fumes that if Obama doesn’t show him some love, he’ll appoint a person Obama doesn’t want. Obama comes off as good as he could possibly have hoped for: He’s behaving well even when you don’t think anyone is watching. 

December 4, 2008

Distant Rumblings

For weeks now, the rumblings have been distant and low, but each day, they grow closer: echoes of a distant dread. Through the subterranean tunnels, it comes, the Balrog – ambition withers in its path, dreams splinter and snap. Deep into the city where the willful urban twixter po’ folk dwell, with their no benefits, their clothes from six years ago, their hopeful new iphones. It comes even for them, the Nothing, wiping out all in its path. Even those small, powerless grubs who have elected to find a little-noticed crevice on a larger creature, and hunker down there, making no noise, causing little harm, silently sucking…they, too, will be dragged forth, out into the glaring light of day, and counted. The fire of this crisis leaves no pore unscoured – even the armpits and nostrils of the corporate beasts will be flushed clean.

It comes. Closer and closer, it comes. It sucks up years, it grays youth, it brings forth the sweat from even the most habitually sedated brow…

It comes. It comes. It comes for you. RUN!!!!

November 5, 2008

What Was All That, Then?

Was there some sort of unofficial holiday last night, or something?  NYC was freaking insane – there were fireworks, and people screaming and dancing in the streets, and all sorts of hoopla.

Help me out here – I can’t find anything about it on the internets.

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October 8, 2008

Anything You Can’t Do, I Can Do Easy

So, this is annoying:

Can you still make it from scratch in America? That’s the question that Adam Shepard asked himself in college. On graduation, he took a train to Charleston, South Carolina and started out with nothing but $25 and a backpack. A year later, he had a car, and apartment, and $2500 in the bank. How he did it — and what he learned along the way — is the story of his new book, Scratch Beginnings: Me, $25, and the Search for the American Dream.

See, the thing is, though, the book really ought to be called “Me; $25; a firm grasp of the English language; a good understanding of appropriate business and social etiquette; a clever brain and healthy and attractive white body [assuming the cover illustration is meant to depict the author]; the self-possession that comes of having been raised by a family that loved me, paid attention to me, and was able to provide for me; the social skills that come from having been brought up in a safe community where I enjoyed a stable support network of friends and family, and a safe and decent school with adequate funding; the freedom of being unaccompanied by any dependent children or ill or disabled relatives; the confidence that comes from knowing if my little low-stakes gambit here fails miserably I can just go back to my nice home; a college degree[!!!]; and the Search for the American Dream, which I have already extensively benefited from, and everybody who meets me immediately knows it, even if I am dressed in a potato sack and boasting proudly of how I have temporarily elected to live like the poor folk do in hopes of scoring a book deal.”

But then, that’s a lot to fit on a book jacket.

Also, apparently old people don’t particularly like being talked to like they’re babies, even when they’ve totally lost their minds:

“The main task for a person with Alzheimer’s is to maintain a sense of self or personhood,” Dr. Williams said. “If you know you’re losing your cognitive abilities and trying to maintain your personhood, and someone talks to you like a baby, it’s upsetting to you.”

(via Feministing)

I understand that.  I absolutely hate being talked to like I’m a baby. A lot of men like to talk to attractive young women like they’re babies – I seriously can’t count the number of times when some older man I barely know has explained to me (affectionately) that I am such a sweet, sensitive young person. What he clearly means is, ‘You’re pretty, but I know it’s inappropriate for me to be attracted to you, so I’m going to treat you like you’re my precious little daughter.’ Which, besides being presumptuous and offensive, is even more amazing in light of the fact that I am cranky, standoffish and self-absorbed, especially upon first acquaintance. That’s maybe a little hard on myself, but at any rate, I could not possibly be mistaken for a cuddly, approachable people-pleaser…except by men who are bound and determined to believe that all pretty women come prepackaged with Disney princess personalities.

At any rate, if actually becoming cranky old people won’t save us all from being cooed at and patted like we’re puppies, what the hell will? I hope I don’t get dementia, because I’ve already decided that if I make it to my 80s and don’t have anything more I really want to accomplish, I’m going to spend the rest of my days trying every possible kind of super hard-core drug. That will be my Earthly reward for a life full of self-denial and jogging, and I sure hope Alzheimer’s doesn’t rob me of the opportunity, or I’m gonna be pissed.

Two funny things:

First of all, I think this is my favorite liveblogging of a debate thus far…

…and Chuck Klosterman’s A Brief History of the Twenty-First Century is hilarious, if long (via Kottke).

October 6, 2008

In Which I Admit My Bias

I admit that I am biased in favor of my own opinions. I admit that I think the things that I think, and that I agree with people who also think the things that I think. I admit that I am biased in favor of that which I believe to be true and correct. In matters of morality, I admit that I have a moral code, and that I think it’s the correct one to hold. Because of this (my being biased in favor of my own morality), I tend to agree with people who I think are right and disagree with people who I think are incorrect. Many times, when someone is saying something that I think is fundamentally incorrect, I will disagree with them merely because I think they are wrong. I am less likely to agree with those I disagree with. When presented with an argument, I will view it through the bias of whether or not I believe it to be factually sound and accurate as to its assertions. If I don’t think it is a valid argument, I will disagree with it and dismiss it, allowing my bias against whatever I perceive as nonsense to come through.

Furthermore, I only respect those things which I believe to be respectable. While I attempt to tolerate all sorts of bullshit, I do not, nor do I think I ought to, respect any thought, belief and/or viewpoint whatsoever, merely because some person somewhere thinks, believes and/or holds it. Rather, I only respect that which I believe to be true, admirable and valid. Furthermore, while I attempt to tolerate all people and to respect their right to believe whatever nonsense they so choose, I do not respect all people any more than I respect said nonsense. I do respect some people who believe nonsense (despite their nonsensical beliefs), and I very likely respect some actual nonsense (although I have not yet come to see it as such, or I would have stopped respecting it), but I do not extend that respect to all such people just by virtue of their being people, or to all beliefs in general just by virtue of their being beliefs.

Finally, I judge. In fact, I tend to judge and evaluate everything that I see, hear or otherwise encounter. I no sooner see a thing than I have made any number of judgments about it, and have formulated all sorts of opinions. I can no more perceive without judging than I can eat without tasting or sleep without dreaming. I form opinions about people within mere seconds of meeting them. I form opinions about everything from chunks of prose to chunks of tuna. It’s a sickness. I can’t stop it. I have only to see something, and before I know what I’m about, I’ve given it a bit of thought.

I would say I’ll attempt to reform, but that would not be honest. Truthfully, I’ve already formed an opinion as to all of this that I’ve just written, and I’ve judged it to be correct, and now here I go again – respecting my own opinion and being biased in favor of it.


See also:  Twelve Virtues of Rationality (via Kottke).  A good thing to read before getting into a political discussion.

September 26, 2008

Well Done, Fella!

So, the hell with this current economic crisis – I’m far more interested in watching this John McCain guy run around!  No one can say he’s not…central!

And luckily, his second-in-command can field the tough questions while he’s off ensuring his centrality:

That’s why I say I, like every American I’m speaking with, we’re ill about this position that we have been put in. Where it is the taxpayers looking to bail out. But ultimately, what the bailout does is help those who are concerned about the health care reform that is needed to help shore up our economy. Um, helping, oh, it’s got to be about job creation, too. Shoring up our economy, and getting it back on the right track. So health care reform and reducing taxes and reining in spending has got to accompany tax reductions, and tax relief for Americans, and trade — we have got to see trade as opportunity, not as, uh, competitive, um, scary thing, but one in five jobs created in the trade sector today. We’ve got to look at that as more opportunity. All of those things under the umbrella of job creation.

Oh, I see.  Thanks for clearing all that up.

At least Alan Fishman is having a good day.

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