Sean Hannity’s Fascist Child Rearing Advice

Sean Hannity“I got hit with a strap. Bam! Bam! Bam! And I’ve never been to a shrink…” That was what Sean Hannity had to say about corporal punishment. It isn’t surprising that he would be a big advocate of beating children into submission. Most people who are brutalized as children hold this kind of opinion. And among conservatives, this kind of thing just makes sense in the same way that constant warfare and torture makes sense.

Now I won’t psychoanalyze Hannity, because I don’t think it is necessary. The 16 words above speak for themselves. And his additional comment that he’s never been to a shrink is just brilliant. Imagine a guy with a tumor the size of a grapefruit on the side of his head who insists nothing is wrong with him because he’s never been to a doctor. He’s fine. Really. Never felt the need. That must mean there is nothing wrong with him.

In the case of Sean Hannity, the tumor is pretty obvious. It’s pretty obvious on Bill O’Reilly too. Joe Scarborough is a conservative hack who rarely has anything interesting to say, but at least he isn’t out there cheer-leading for child abuse.

Check out the following segment from The Young Turks, because it provides a number of different times that Sean Hannity has fought the good fight in favor of brutalizing children:

The fundamental argument here seems to be that the way children were raised in the past is the the right way. Norms never change! Of course, by this logic, we would still be burning heretics. So what is it that we are afraid might happen? That little boys won’t grow up to be brutes like their fathers? This sounds a lot like what Hitler thought about the rearing of children:

My teaching will be hard. Weakness will be knocked out of them. A violently active, dominating, brutal youth — that is what I am after. Youth must be indifferent to pain. There must be no weakness and tenderness in it.

He goes on to talk about how knowledge is the ruin of his young men. If Sean Hannity is not a full-fledged fascist, he is a proto-fascist. And this is the thinking that he disseminates to millions on his radio and television shows. This is what the power elite want Americans to hear.

“I got hit with a strap. Bam! Bam! Bam! And I’ve never been to a shrink…”

Eat More Salt or Just Don’t Care

SaltYesterday, Aaron Carroll brought my attention to something over at The Incidental Economist, The CDC Is Now Making Me Go ARGH! As you may know, Carroll is a doctor, healthcare policy analyst, and all around good iconoclast. So you can depend upon him to tell you surprising things that also happen to be true.

In this case, it is that the Dietary Guidelines for Americans regarding intake of salt are totally wrong. The Center for Disease Control recently announced the very disturbing information that, “About 9 in 10 US children eat more sodium than recommended.” How much? 3.3 grams per day. And our dietary overlords have decided that the most we should eat is 2.3 grams per day. Oh! My! God! There must be kids in school cafeterias having heart attacks right there in front of the pizza bread or whatever it is we are feeding kids these days.

The problem is that the government guidelines are a crock:

Was it really that long ago that I wroterepeatedly — about how studies found that, yes, consuming more than 7 grams of sodium a day was really bad for you compared to consuming 3-6 grams? But that eating less than 3 grams was associated with even worse outcomes?

I don’t pay much attention to nutrition information. In addition to everything else, I really don’t want to live that long. The idea that I would make unpleasant changes to my diet for the sake of my health just seems stupid. I mean, what is the point of living a longer life if you aren’t enjoying the life? It would be one thing if eating more broccoli made me feel better the way that exercise does. But it doesn’t. I do still eat broccoli now and then because sometimes I’m in the mood for it. But I certainly don’t do it because it is good for me.

But this new information about salt just reinforces what I’ve always felt: what if tomorrow they tell me that broccoli is associated with early death? (Suicide, I’d assume.) Starting with my mother when I was as young as I can remember, I didn’t trust people who told me what was good for me. And at this point, I’ve lived far longer than anyone expected. So there!

Just the same, last week Aaron Carroll reported, Low Carb Crushes Low Fat. Screw You Guys! I’m Going Home. It turns out that recent studies indicate that people on low carbohydrate diets are much more healthy than people on low fat diets. I don’t know what my diet is. I seem to eat a lot of fats and a lot of carbohydrates. But there is absolutely no way I am going to change. Potatoes, bread, and rice are the three greatest foods ever (in that order) when combined with the fourth: butter.

In addition to all this, we still have the broccoli problem. If I stopped eating potatoes today (which would be absolutely impossible), what would stop Aaron Carroll from alerting me tomorrow that it turns out if you eat a lot of potatoes you will be dancing into your 120s, but broccoli is associated weak ankles and an early death? And for that matter, what would stop me from just killing myself today?

Let us eat and drink whatever the hell we want, for tomorrow we die!

Wedding Postponed 72 Years

Wedding of Vivian Boyack and Alice Dubes

Meet Vivian Boyack and Alice Dubes. According to Metro yesterday, Lesbian Couple in Their Nineties Finally Marry After 72 Years Together. The service took place at the First Christian Church in Davenport, Iowa by Reverend Linda Hunsaker. She is quoted saying, “This is a celebration of something that should have happened a very long time ago.” I think that’s safe to say, although they clearly didn’t the marriage. And their marriage at this point is more a blessing that they bestow upon our society. They bless us.

It’s amazing to look at them. Are these the women we have heard so much about — the ones that want to destroy marriage by engaging in it? Are these the women who anger God?! Because if these things are true, it means we have a pathetic excuse for marriage and God. One thing is for certain: we have had a very limited culture for a very long time. It’s only been two years since our supposedly liberal President has been willing to say publicly that Boyack and Dubes have a right to this civic sacrament.

The newlyweds met when they were teenagers — in 1942 — in their hometown, Yale, Iowa. They have been together ever since. Boyack was a teacher and Dubes was an accountant. They say that they’ve visited every state in the union and every province in Canada. According to Dubes, “We’ve had a good time.”

Unfortunately, that’s all I know about them. I’ve checked out a dozen different article and they are all short with pretty much the same information. But I doubt it much matters. It is a wonderful story and a wonderful event. And it is a bit of positive news for a change. As a society, I guess we do slowly crawl forward. Regardless, congratulations to the happy couple!

Church: What Is It Good For?!

Christian UniversalistDigby brought my attention to a Pew Research Center poll, Shrinking Majority of Americans Support Death Penalty. This isn’t exactly news. But the report contained a graph on the attitudes of different kinds of religious people. The bottom line: white Christians really like the death penalty — whether Protestants or Catholics, they have higher approval than the population as a whole. Black and Latino Christians, however, are just the opposite — they support the death penalty at much lower levels than the population as a whole.

I shouldn’t be surprised that American Catholics should go against the Church on this issue. American Catholics go against the Church on pretty much every issue you can name, most notably same sex marriage, abortion, and most of all, birth control. Protestants are so fractured that it is impossible to say what they are supposed to believe. But it is safe to say that religious people believe what they want and don’t give a lot of thought to what their churches claim.

Although I am a staunch opponent of the death penalty, the fact that Christians don’t listen to their churches is largely a good thing. We don’t want angry Christian mobs stoning adulterers. But the whole thing makes me wonder what people are getting from their churches. As I’ve written about excessively, popular religions are shockingly useless at answering ontological questions. So that leaves them only with the churches’ moral teachings. And on that front, most Christians have apparently decided that their churches are equally useless.

What is especially interesting here is how people make moral decisions based upon their life experiences. I don’t believe for a moment that white Americans are more vindictive than black Americans. But for most white Americans, police abuse of power is not really a thing. The worst they need worry about is an officer giving them a speeding ticket. What’s more, white Americans are less likely to have much direct experience with the milieu in which poverty leads to desperation and desperation leads to violence.

This is a good thing to remember the next time a Christian asks you how a civilization can have a moral code if it isn’t given from God. The truth is even Christians don’t have a moral code given by what they think is the word of God. Even those who take their holy books very seriously have to deal with contradictions. And what they always do in these circumstances is pick whatever belief feels right to them. And that is what we all do. So what exactly do people get from their churches, synagogues, and mosques?

I think religious people get one thing: a sense of community. And this has obvious good aspects. Humans are social animals and we can only survive by working together. But there is a bad side to this. The same things that bind us together also tear us apart from those outside the group. This is one of the problems with the New Atheist movement: people spend most of their time dumping on believers. And the same thing happens among the believers. This is why I’m so fond of the universalists. Are they a religious group or just an open minded collection of people who like potlucks? Regardless, even they have their limits. We couldn’t have a society if some things weren’t outside acceptable bounds. And people ranting Fox News talking points can ruin a good potluck.

Update (8 September 2014 7:47 pm)

In an article today, Scalia’s Utter Moral Failure: How He Destroys Any Claim to a Superior System of Justice, Digby quoted the devout Catholic justice:

While my views on the morality of the death penalty have nothing to do with how I vote as a judge, they have a lot to do with whether I can or should be a judge at all. To put the point in the blunt terms employed by Justice Harold Blackmun towards the end of his career on the bench, when he announced that he would henceforth vote (as Justices William Brennan and Thurgood Marshall had previously done) to overturn all death sentences, when I sit on a Court that reviews and affirms capital convictions, I am part of “the machinery of death.” My vote, when joined with at least four others, is, in most cases, the last step that permits an execution to proceed. I could not take part in that process if I believed what was being done to be immoral.

See what I mean? When his church says “Same sex marriage is wrong!” he’s on board because he’s a bigot and that’s what he wants to believe. When his church says “Thou shalt not kill!” he’s not on board because it isn’t what he wants to believe. He is a vile man who history will judge very harshly. And he knows it.

Makeup as Dehumanization

Using Makeup to Go From Beautiful Inhuman

I found this image in an article, How Women Transform With Makeup. To me, this is horrific. The article contains a total of ten women who transform into dolls. I really don’t get it. The women are all attractive without makeup. And in the process of “improving” themselves, they lose their humanity.

It’s the imperfections that make us interesting. And the point here seems to be about massaging the imperfections away. It is also, of course, about losing “ten pounds instantly with contouring!” The whole thing makes me think that the reason only women wear makeup in our society is because we want to minimize women. Makeup not only turns them into objects of adoration, but it takes from them their individuality. I’m bad at recognizing faces, but it is still the intention of the process to make the young woman in slide six look nothing like the young woman in slide one. I find it deeply disturbing.

I also wonder who the makeup is meant for. Is it for men or what women think men want to see? Or is it for themselves? I hope it is the latter. And I can see that. It shows a great deal of skill and it really does transform the face. On the other hand, if it is for the former, I tend to think it is for nothing. Most guys aren’t that picky. That’s kind of redundant: most guys are, well, guys. And in my experience, they like most women who are just willing to talk to them. Major attraction occurs when they meet a woman who laughs at their stupid jokes. And though men generally take makeup on women for granted, I’m not sure there would be much complaint if they stopped.

The final image above reminds me of what Roland Barthes said about Greta Garbo:

Garbo offered to one’s gaze a sort of Platonic Idea of the human creature, which explains why her face is almost sexually undefined, without however leaving one in doubt. It is true that this film (in which Queen Christina is by turns a woman and a young cavalier) lends itself to this lack of differentiation; but Garbo does not perform in it any feat of transvestism; she is always herself, and carries without pretense, under her crown or her wide-brimmed hats the same snowy solitary face. The name given to her, the Divine, probably aimed to convey less a superlative state of beauty than the essence of her corporeal person, descended form a heaven where all things are formed and perfected in the clearest light. She herself knew this: how many actresses have consented to let the crowd see the ominous maturing of their beauty. Not she, however; the essence was not to be degraded, her face was not to have any reality except that of its perfection, which was intellectual even more that formal. The Essence became gradually obscured, progressively veiled with dark glasses, broad hats and exiles: but it never deteriorated.

To me, there is something anti-feminist about makeup. This is what Barthes is getting at about Garbo and the platonic ideal. Ideals are not real and to ask women to pursue such a thing is to dehumanize them. But at the same time, there is something anti-masculine about it. Heterosexual men should love women as they are. There should be no need to dress them up as though they were somehow wanting.

I would never claim that women should or should not use makeup. That is up to every individual to decide. But the fact that so many women feel the need to wear makeup and men expect it, does not speak well of our culture.

My 2014 South Napa Earthquake

South Napa EarthquakeI suppose I should say something about the earthquake we had here over the weekend. It is now more or less officially known as the 2014 South Napa earthquake. That’s about 30 miles away from me. And it happened early Sunday morning.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. I woke up and thought, “Oh, we’re having an earthquake.” Then I went back to sleep. You see: I’m a California boy and we may be wimps about many (in my case “most”) things, but earthquakes are officially No Big Deal. But the moment I fell back asleep, I was awakened again. That got my attention. So I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. But the motion was such that I fell over. And then it stopped.

There was a moment of calm and then the electricity went out. It stayed out for about two hours. Other than having some trouble sleeping because of my computer crash, there really wasn’t much of an effect on my life. I thought it sucked that I could not immediately go to the United States Geological Survey website and see how big a quake it was, but that was it. Such was the minutia of this quake on my life.

In the morning, I was surprised that the earthquake was only 6.0 magnitude. It felt bigger than than 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake, which was of magitude 6.9. But I was a whole lot closer to the epicenter of this so that’s probably why it felt stronger—because it was, for me. But I figured the 6.0 magnitude wouldn’t cause much damage. I was surprised and sad that it did.

A couple hundred people were injured in the quake—a couple of them quite seriously. There was one death, but it seems to have been coincidental. And the damage has been estimated to be about a billion dollars worth—a lot for sleepy little Napa.

It speaks well of California building codes that the damage was as limited as it was. I can well image the effect of such an earthquake in other parts of the country, or in very poor countries. According to Wikipedia, earthquakes in this range can result in up to 25,000 fatalities, although this quake was at the bottom of the range. But even here, there would have doubtless been a lot more injuries if this had happened 12 hours earlier or later.

We Californians keep waiting for The Big One—something like the 9.2 magnitude 1964 Alaska earthquake. But there may be good news. The drought in California is so bad, that by the time that quake comes, California may be a ghost state.


For a good visual overview of the quake damage, see my local NPR/PBS affiliate KQED, South Napa Earthquake Photos.

Why We Homeschool

HomeschoolingLast week, I wrote, Republicans Don’t Want Better Schools. It was based upon an insight from Digby that Republicans don’t really care about having better public school teachers because these are the same people who most pushed homeschooling, where the parent-teachers are totally unaccountable. I made one of my standard arguments that the problem was that most people homeschool for the purpose of keeping their children away from dangerous ideas from science that would conflict with their religious dogma.

In the article, I specifically mentioned my sister Kim as an exception, writing that she was “well educated and provides the kind of learning and social environment that all but the richest of parents would envy.” In this regard, I offer the following slightly edited article, Why We Homeschool, which she originally published on her blog Adventures With ADD. —FM


There are lots of things we think we would never do, until…

Before having a child, and even when my son was young, I believed I would never homeschool. In fact, I used to be critical about parents who did. But then my son went to school, and the dread of sending him to school every day greatly overpowered any fear I had of homeschooling.

Looking back on it now, it makes me sad about how wrong it went, because my son was so excited to start school. I have a couple of photos of my adorable, bespectacled, and smiling son, standing outside the school where he’d be attending kindergarten. On that first day, we had orientation to learn about the school and the teacher to which my son was assigned. It turned out this teacher used a discipline technique that included a poster that looked like a big traffic light and clothespins with each child’s name on one of the clothespins.

In the beginning of the day, the clothespin would be in the green portion of the traffic light. If a child behaved perfectly, his or her clothespin stayed in the green zone all day, a full school day, by the way. If not, it moved into the yellow zone. After a couple of warnings, it moved to the red zone where it stayed the rest of the day without any hope of returning to the green zone.

About 70% of the time, my son would come out of the classroom at the end of the day, hunched over, with a very sad face and his knuckles practically scraping the ground, and he would say to me, “I got another red today!” He also told me the teacher said his behavior was “ridiculous.” This was because he wanted to explore the room during the first couple of days in class and wasn’t able to sit in circle time. Also, he used to be very social and wanted to chat and play with the kids in his math group instead of actually doing the developmentally-inappropriate math they were requiring him to do. My son wanted to have fun in kindergarten. Go figure!

In addition to the traffic light discipline technique, my son was forced to sit on a bench during the short recess because of his difficulty paying attention in class. Obviously this was counterproductive. After finding out about this, I went into research mode. I found information about learning styles. You know, the idea that different kids learn in different ways, kinesthetic, auditory, and visual. Keep in mind my son didn’t have a diagnosis, yet. Though I knew my son was different from most kids, I denied that my son had ADHD, despite my husband’s having taken stimulants as a child.

I tried discussing what I’d discovered with my son’s teacher. Instead of her being open-minded, she became kind of defensive. Granted, the packet of information I presented her with might have been a bit overwhelming. In any case, her response was extreme, in my opinion. She said in an unnecessarily stern voice, “I’ve been teaching for a long time. I know what I’m doing. Your son just needs to learn to sit still, be quiet, pay attention, and follow directions.”

Because I had no luck improving the situation by way of the teacher, I decided to meet with the principal and vice-principle. I told them what our experiences had been so far. Rather than trying to support my son in his education, they defended the teacher’s draconian methods. They told me that other parents would “love” for their child to have my son’s teacher. Okay, so that wasn’t helpful.

The next stop was the school psychologist. Though she was kind and sympathetic, there was no support from the teacher or the administration. In the short, two-and-a-half weeks my son was at the school, he became extremely defiant. Admittedly, he already had a stubborn personality, but it became several times worse. Not only this, he was beginning to have violent outbursts, both at home and at school. Clearly, things were getting out of control.

One day my son awoke with a mild fever and was ill for a few days. Though my son was not feeling well, physically, he actually seemed happier. As for me, I didn’t have that feeling of dread that came with taking him to school every day, wondering what would happen there. It started to occur to me that maybe the people who homeschool weren’t wrong. I knew I could look for an alternative, but we couldn’t afford a private school, and what if the next public school was just as bad, or worse? I couldn’t take that chance.

Since my son was already a good reader, and since school is not a requirement until a child turns six in our state, I figured I could homeschool him through kindergarten, at least. We also found a local charter school that had an independent study program. My son began participating in that, and we also began attending a couple of park days with different homeschool groups. It’s really amazing all the resources that are actually available to homeschoolers, now. Mostly, the academics for that year consisted of reading lots of story books, playing age-appropriate math games, and going on field trips and visits to the library.

It is surprising how quickly so much damage can happen to child in such a short period of time, but it did. After leaving school, it took many months before the violent outbursts stopped. Then it took much longer for the extreme defiance to diminish. We’re still working on the little bit of defiance here and there, but it’s pretty close to that of a typical kid. I’m good with that, for now. I find he tends to show me more respect when I show him respect and speak with him like the person he is.

—Kim

Joy and Despair in a Single Day

BeakerTwo things came in the mail today that represent the poles of joy and despair for me. Although I didn’t open then in this order, let’s start with despair, because I can’t deal with ending on it. I got the AT&T bill today. Insert dramatic music here.

Ever since I got to the one year mark with my package with the company, it has been hell. Even though I was extremely clear when I first signed up that I wanted absolutely positively no special deals that were going to run out, after one year literally every part of the package went up in price. And by literally, I do not mean the newer definition of the word meaning “not literally,” I mean literally “literally.” So I called them up and they lowered a few things, most notably my internet cost. My bill went up but it was manageable. And it was all retroactive. But they told me to pay the whole amount on the bill and they would refund me the over-payment.

The next month I got the bill. It thanked me for my over-payment, which it said was exactly the amount I owed. And it asked for the same high level for the current month. So I called them up again. They told me not to worry, the changes didn’t get made before the bill went out. Everything was fine, though. The changes had been made. They told me to pay the whole amount on the bill and they would refund me the over-payment.

So this month, I’m thinking with all those over-payments, the bill would be low. Some of my friends are fond of pointing out that in many respects, I am a hopeless optimist. Accent on the “hopeless.” I opened the bill and it thanked me very much for my over-payment, which it said was exactly the amount I owed. And it asked for even more money for the current month. Ugh!

I looked through the bill. I saw why it had gone up again. The satellite television bill had “NFL SUNDAY TICKET 2014” added to it for a total extra cost of $42.99. This was especially galling to me because as everyone knows, I think that football is the most boring game ever invented! And I knew that I hadn’t signed up for it. But I at least understood: the bill went up because they were charging me for something I neither wanted nor asked for. But why was I again at the same high level for internet and phone?

So I called them up. At this point, I’m not angry (Not that I ever take it out on the poor souls who man the phones!) so much as exhausted. I think in a matter of just three months, AT&T has managed to reduce me to learned helplessness. I explain the situation to the bright young representative. It got very bad. She was apologizing so much that she was starting to sound like an abused wife. But the bottom line was that the reduced internet cost was just not in the records. After apologizing several more times, she put me through to the specialist. Insert the same dramatic music here.

But before I get back to the story, I’d like to introduce you to a pet peeve of mine that has really done wonders to my attitude. If you’re like me, you’re used to being abused by soulless corporations who you have no choice but to do business with. But why is it when I call any company at all, their computer system asks me to enter my account number? When a “customer service” representative comes on the line, he never knows what my account number is. Are they just messing with me? Just making sure I am serious about my call? I’d really like to know. (For the record, I think I know why. But it still doesn’t explain why they can’t manage to send the account information to the representatives.)

So I get to talk to Linda. In all my hours with AT&T, she is the first person I have talked to who seemed to be my age. This was very good, because I’ll admit it: I’m biased towards older people. I even took one of those “subconscious bias” tests and it found that I had a distinct bias for older people. It speaks very poorly of us that as a society we have a distinct bias for the young. I think it means we value looks over competence and wisdom. Anyway, Linda gave me my old internet discount. Plus she gave me another $5 per month discount for putting up with what is, after all, no worse than what I get from every other soulless corporate giant. And she gave me her phone number and a confirmation code. And she knew better than to tell me to pay the whole amount on the bill because they would refund me the over-payment.

Then I had to deal with the satellite part of it, but I won’t bore you with it. Let’s just say that supposedly that all got straightened out. But even if it did, it won’t surprise me if the next bill is $60 more for the “24 HOUR PARTRIDGE FAMILY NETWORK.” At this point, literally (as in literally “literally”) nothing would surprise me.

The good news is that Andrea spent $2.32 in postage to send me a Googly Eye Ring that she got at the dollar store. They are the perfect googly eye addition to all your sock puppets. Here is Andrea’s hand using it to look very much like Beaker from The Muppets:

Googly Eye Ring Puppet

So let it not be said that there is no good in life. Even as evil lawyers and executives all over the world are looking for better and better ways to gouge you and waste your time (“Think we could get the idiots to enter their account number five times per call?”) there are other people inventing the Googly Eye Ring. The world is not totally bad.

Life With and Without Robin Williams

Robin WilliamsAccording to various sources, Robin Williams is dead. The coroner suspects “suicide due to asphyxia.” I must admit to being shocked. It isn’t that I’m naive and think that any actor’s public face is who they really are. But Williams’ antics here in Sonoma and Marin were legend. So I always took him to be a narcissist who might well kill himself accidentally, but not on purpose. But according to his publicist, “He has been battling severe depression of late.”

So it is sad, as it always is when anyone feels the need to hurry death along. But I was wondering about it. I totally understand why someone in chronic physical pain would rationally decide to kill themselves. I guess the reason I don’t feel the same way about depression or, more generally, psychic pain is that it seems transitory. But I think that may be a bit of an assumption. It is certainly true of me, but then, my manic-depressive cycle is well known to me. But it remains hard to believe that there was not much joy left to Williams had he managed past this current crisis. But I wouldn’t presume to know for my own friends and family members, much less for a man I don’t know in the least.

As for what I do know—his work—I’m not especially a fan, but I admired him. I’ve always thought his acting was a good demonstration that comedy was the hardest thing to do, because he was a fine dramatic actor. I never really watched him on Mork & Mindy, but I thought his stand-up comedy was fantastic. I first noticed him as an actor in The World According to Garp, where I thought he had a wonderful Cary Grant type of likability. Then there was Good Morning, Vietnam and Dead Poets Society and The Fisher King. And that reminds me that I’ve been meaning to watch The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, so I guess I’ll watch it tonight. [Update: Will tells me they also really like Patch Adams and Awakenings. -FM]

My friend Will is especially bummed out. For one thing, Williams is probably the favorite actor of Will’s whole family. I know that they are very fond of Hook and Toys. But more than that, Will had this dream of Williams some day getting into politics and becoming president. Stranger things have happened. Unless, it would be stranger to have a fine actor become president than a mediocre one. Will also has a special fondness for local things, and I think he was taken with the fact that Williams decided to make the north bay his home.

I find it interesting that Robin Williams starred in the video for Bobby McFerrin’s song, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” Now, I’ve always found the song kind of offensive. The last thing you should ever tell and anxious or depressed person is to “be happy!” That’s not to say that it isn’t good advice—just that it is frustratingly useless. “It will soon pass, whatever it is.” But it does seem like an ironic comment on Williams’ death. Maybe it would have passed, maybe it wouldn’t have. But it is over now and he is at peace. And we are the poorer than we would have been, but the richer because he had been.

Afterword

For the record, I do think people who die are at peace. The statement is a cliche, but I’m being serious. What is wonderful and terrible about life is its conflict. I do see death as a reward for life, and life as a gift.

The Proper Way to Ogle Women

Effective Catcalls

Buzz Feed put out the following video, What Men Are Really Saying When Catcalling Women. Given the material, it’s actually pretty bad. The actors are all quite good, but the writing is weak. It does, however, get to the what catcalling is all about, even if it isn’t aware of it. And it misses an opportunity for an effective ending by giving men a pass I think they don’t deserve.

After showing various somewhat true statements, it ends with an 18 second riff on, “I do this ’cause I’m lonely.” If that were true, it would still be a pathetic ending. But in fact, it is not true. Catcalling is all about signaling that the catcaller is a virile and heterosexual man. And who is he signaling it to? Mostly to himself.

It is a sad truth that male culture as I have found it in America is primarily about convincing everyone that you aren’t gay. This isn’t to say men are a bunch of closeted homosexuals. But there is such a taboo about male homosexuality that you would think that every football party was on the verge of breaking into an all mall orgy. You may remember last year I wrote, These Are Victims: Matthew Shepard and Emmett Till. In it, I noted Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty and his “creepy obsession” with anal sex. He is not an exception but very much the rule in the “real man” culture.

I don’t know how the objects of catcalling respond to it. I suspect there is a wide range. Introverted women probably find it very upsetting. But I’m sure there are women who do take a certain pleasure in the public confirmation that they are nubile. Still, even for such women, I’m sure men sneaking glances does the job as well. We men are not nearly as subtle as we think we are. And certainly, as Dan Arel noted at Patheos, “I joked about never meeting a couple who had the story about meeting when, ‘I was walking down the street and he yelled to me from his car about my ass and we have been together ever since.'”

There is, of course, a reason that you never hear a story like that. I don’t think it matters who you are, what is most attractive is self-confidence. It is hard to get too worked up about people who seem adrift. And catcalling does not say, “I’m virile and heterosexual!” It says, “I’m afraid I’m not virile and that you might think I’m homosexual!” And that isn’t attractive. Much better is to act the way that Mike Birbiglia and I act when confronted with an attractive woman: stare at your feet uncomfortably and avoid looking at her. Because it communicates the same information without nearly as much noise.

Now that’s how it’s done!

Josh Barro’s Honeydew Melon Apologia

Melon TrayI’m very fond of Josh Barro, but it seems that I only write about him when I’m angry at him. But today, I’m not really angry at him. Over at The Upshot, he wrote, That Honeydew Melon Looks Good, but Does Anyone Eat It? And yes, he does some honeydew melon apologetics, but you can tell he’s not that into it.

Let’s get something straight: it is clear that Barro started researching his article with a clear head. But somewhere along the line, he was assimilated by the honeydew Borg. Because he rightly notes that the purpose of this lesser melon in our society is to sit on fruit trays next to “watermelon, cantaloupe, and pineapple.” And by the end of any event, there well be not a trace of red, orange, and yellow. All that will remain will be vast tracts of green. If a starving man ran into the room at that point, he would go up to the tray, see only honeydew melons and say, “I’m good.”

And why is it that no one eats the honeydew melon? Because it tastes like green cardboard. I know what happens because I do it myself. We grab a small paper plate and place three pieces each of watermelon and cantaloupe, two pieces of pineapple (because there is never as much pineapple and we don’t want to look selfish), and one piece of honeydew melon. Why one piece? I think for two reasons. First, we have this idea that we should eat our “greens.” Yes, we know that this refers to broccoli, but we figure that since honeydew melons don’t taste good, we ought to get some credit for it. Second, we are optimists. We think that maybe this time the green melon will be better. It never is.

But Barro, ever the iconoclast decides to eat a honeydew melon on one of the two nonconsecutive days of year when they are actually in season. You’ve got to remember that Barro is really, his heart, a liberal, but he insists upon staying in the Republican Party as a kind of protest. As if any of the Republicans actually listen to him! As it is, he’s more liberal than the last two Democratic presidents. He’s the kind of Republican only a Democrat can love. And that means he’s no kind of Republican! Anyway, so he eats his “almost perfect” honeydew melon and announces, “It didn’t rock my world, but it was as tasty as a high-quality cantaloupe.”

I don’t actually know how to take this. I have a hard time believing that any fruit could rock my world. And “tasty” is a word normally reserved for describing food that a friend worked really hard on but isn’t that good. I think this is just his way of saying, “Yeah, the melon tasted better than cardboard.” But the fact remains: honeydew melons are never great. They are just sometimes okay—good enough—edible—you might even say, “Tasty!”

So okay, despite Barro’s obvious attempt at apologetics on behalf of the ATFGA (American Tasteless Fruit Growers Association), we can all agree that honeydew melons are never worth buying unless your grocer specifically tells you, “There’s something wrong with the honeydew melons; they taste good for some reason.” And even then, what is the point? Cantaloupe is usually better. But Barro is quite right that cantaloupe is also poor when out of season. I have a general rule that I apply to all fruits (even the ones you don’t think of as fruits like corn):

Only buy fruit when it is cheap.

I recently bought a cantaloupe for 25¢, and it was one of the best ones I’ve ever had. I know it doesn’t make sense, but the economics of it is pretty simple. When fruit is expensive, it is because there isn’t much of a supply of it. And that means it is out of season. And that means it was probably shipped from another hemisphere. Trust me: it will suck, especially given that they paid a bunch for it and it is worse than it is when it is cheap.

But let’s go back to that fruit tray business. The problem here is that in general, the people who eat the fruit trays are not the same as the people who buy the fruit trays. Even if it is for a family gathering, the person who buys the tray is the host who will be too busy hosting to eat a bunch of fruit. So no one involved in the economic side of it cares. The seller provides a good looking tray and that’s pretty much all the buyer cares about too. What’s more, if there is no honeydew melon, there will always be one freak there who says, “Why isn’t there any honeydew melon? It’s my favorite!”

More important, the seller has an extra incentive to have honeydew melon on the tray besides having some green to go along with the red, orange, and yellow: honeydew melons are the cheapest. And note: if they wanted green on the tray, they could use grapes or kiwi. And how about blueberries to get a little purple. No, cost is king!

So I don’t think honeydew melons are going away anytime soon. They are the equivalent of the lettuce bed on a meat tray: cheap filler that adds some color while still being technically edible. But if you are at the grocery store and you see a honeydew melon: stop! According to Produce Pete:

Unless you live in California, however, a ripe honeydew before August or after October is as rare as a blue moon. Because ripe ones are fragile and hard to ship, 99 percent of those you see most the year have been picked green, and they’ll never ripen.

That’s at most two months folks! Cantaloupe is good from June through September. That’s four months. The truth is, you should stay away from all these fruits outside of summer. You can get all the fruits you need in the winter by drinking wine. And if you serve wine at your events, no one will care about which fruits you do or don’t have.

Joseph Merrick’s Short and Tragic Life

Joseph MerrickOn this day in 1862, Joseph Merrick was born. He is better know as The Elephant Man, an English “human curiosity” and celebrity. The story of his life is quite interesting, although incredibly sad. He was born seemingly normal, only showing initial signs of deformity at the age of two, which became distinct by the age of five. He was raised and educated as one would expect for a middle class child of that time. But things took a turn for the worse when his mother died when he was ten. His father remarried, and Merrick’s stepmother did not like him. In addition, his father beat him.

At the end of 13, he started working in a cigar factory. But soon his deformities had become so bad that he couldn’t do the work. After the factory job, his father got him a license that allowed him to be a door-to-door peddler. This sounds laughable, and was as successful as you might think. Of his home life at that time, Merrick wrote, “I was taunted and sneered at so that I would not go home to my meals, and used to stay in the streets with a hungry belly rather than return for anything to eat, what few half-meals I did have, I was taunted with the remark—’That’s more than you have earned.'” So at the age of 15, he left home for good.

By 17, he checked himself into a workhouse where he stayed for four years, even though conditions were horrible. He contacted a music hall owner and proposed they turn him into a human curiosity. This actually worked out rather well for a couple of years. But the government was trying to shut down such “freak shows.” It is interesting that there were concerns about “human decency,” but not really that Merrick had no other way of making a living. This is a broader problem we have today. I’ve never quite understood why the government has been willing in the past to pay farmers to not farm, but the same is not done for workers in industries like coal. (Well, we know why, don’t we: coal workers have no political power the way farmers in the past did.)

So after two years, during which Merrick was able to save the equivalent of about $10,000 in today’s money, he went on tour in Europe. But there, away from his normal management team, he was robbed of his savings and abandoned by his road manager. Merrick managed to make his way back to London where a doctor who had examined him a number of times in the previous years, Frederick Treves, admitted him for his bronchitis to London Hospital. By this point, at the age of 23, Merrick’s condition was much worse. And in addition to everything else, Treves found that the young man had a heart condition that would eventually kill him. (He died before it did, however.)

His case became publicized and with donations from the public, Merrick was set up in two rooms in the basement of the hospital where he was allowed to live out the rest of his life with a modicum of dignity denied him for most his life up until then. He died shortly after his 27th birthday. At this point, no one really knows just what Merrick suffered from. It would seem that it was a combination of things. Maffucci syndrome? Polyostotic fibrous dysplasia? Proteus syndrome? I don’t suppose it much matters.

Happy birthday Joseph Merrick!