Friday, April 8, 2011

Women and Self-Respect, Cont'd

I am still traumatized by the utter lack of self-respect demonstrated by a female academic that I discussed in my previous post. 

We cannot expect others to bear a greater responsibility for our comfort than we do ourselves. If I choose to sit there and giggle at anti-Semitic comments that insult me as a Jew, I have no right to complain in the privacy of my anonymous blog about the anti-Semitism of others. If I tolerate anti-women comments from my male colleagues, I am not entitled to criticize them for those comments behind their backs. If I put up with being treated like crap, it means that I have consented to such treatment. 

We can talk ad nauseam about how male chauvinists, racists, xenophobes, homophobes and anti-Semites should know which of their comments are wrong and unacceptable. However, we cannot hold others to a higher standard of accountability than the one to which we hold ourselves. Unless you call bigots on their bigotry in no uncertain terms whenever they express it, you are just as much to blame for the existence of hatred, discrimination and inequality as they are. 

As academics, we also have a responsibility to our female students. Female Science Professor must know very well how hostile academia is to female students in the sciences. The male colleague who insulted her is, without a doubt, very likely to act in a condescending, disparaging way towards his female students. Students are powerless in their relationship with a professor, while female scholars are not. A female academic who allows herself to be spit on by male colleagues betrays her female students who will receive a much worse treatment at the hands of a chauvinistic jerk they have for a professor.

In this situation, I despise the female academic who puts up meekly with a disrespectful treatment a lot more than I do her male colleagues. They, at least, defend their own interests consistently. She sells out herself and every other female academic at her institution because she is not woman enough to stand up to jerks.

Stopping the discrimination of women is not the task of men, people. It falls to us, the women, to stop being eternal and consenting victims of every kind of abuse. You, my female reader, have to shut up the jerks who denigrate and dismiss you to your face. Nobody else will do it for you. 

Women and Self-Respect

Instances when even highly-educated, powerful women allow themselves to be treated with a complete lack of respect annoy me to the point where I just get extremely angry. Female Science Professor describes on her blog the following situation that took place during a meeting with a group of male colleagues:
TWICE during the first half hour of the meeting, somewhat out of context, and completely gratuitously, one of The Guys mentioned that I was only part of this group because "they had to have a woman". He hastened to say that he was totally on board with this because he recognized the realities of the world today. Diversity has been deemed to be important -- although he noted that he has seen no evidence of the discrimination that some women in our field claim to experience -- so our group should be diverse.
So what do you think this scholar did in response?  Told this jerk and the group of losers who just sat there quietly in the meanwhile exactly how far they could stick their group and their diversity into their assholes? Not even close.
What did I do when my esteemed colleague made his "FSP is a token" comments? I calmly changed the subject to one more relevant to the meeting, made a point that no one else had thought of, got complimented (by someone else) for having noticed something that had long been overlooked by other members of the group, and basically just moved on with the tasks at hand. I am a useful member of this committee, and I will continue to contribute for as long as it is worthwhile for me to do so.
She gets insulted by some creepazoid and her response is to try to prove that she is useful. When I first read this, I thought it was some kind of joke. This is taking place in a civilized country in the twenty-first century, and a woman whose professional qualifications have been dismissed in such an offensive manner meekly and submissively strives to demonstrate her usefulness and celebrates that one of the jerks in the group complimented her. Has the world suddenly gone insane? I wonder, if she thanked the kind sir and master for acknowledging her usefulness with a compliment.

If something like that ever happened to me, I would immediately and very vocally inform the losers of the group that I despise them and will not find myself in their company until every single one of them issued a public apology to me. Then, I would inform the entire university community exactly of what happened. And finally, I would publish the story on my blog with names and, if possible, pictures of every jerk in that group. 

Women who put up with this treatment signal to the offenders that it is perfectly fine to insult and dismiss their female colleagues in such a way. If the FSP wonders where such jerks come from, I can tell her: they are encouraged daily by meek, weak and sad women like herself. We, the women, form half of the population of this planet. Together with men who are our allies in the belief that women are valid human beings, we are a huge power. We do not have to put up with crap. Let's stop sitting there like silent little robots, smiling and trying to prove our usefulness. Let us finally start telling the jerks that it is not OK to treat us like crap. Let's form our own groups and decide whom we accept based on their usefulness to us. 

What Does It Mean to Help People?

It is my firm belief that the only acts of help that count as such are the ones that the person who is being helped has requested. Every unsolicited act of assistance is, in reality, a manipulation strategy. There are different bonuses that fake helpmeets try to garner through their unsolicited assistance. Here is a little list of what manipulative helpers usually strive to accomplish:

1. The most innocuous and easy to deal with breed of helpmeets are people who have read too many self-help books of the How To Win Friends and Influence People kind. They have bought into the myth that you need to demonstrate to people how doing what you want them to do will ultimately benefit them. These well-meaning folks have no idea how condescending their Dale Carnegie-inspired fake concern for others actually is. To give an example, I've been recently contacted by a colleague who said, "Look, I want to do you a huge favor. Let's do what I propose, and it will benefit you a lot." As a grown-up, intelligent individual who is more than capable of looking out for her own needs, I did not appreciate this manner of framing the request and refused it. Had the person honestly told me, "Look, I need a huge favor from you. It would be great if you could do this for me, but I'll totally understand it if you refuse. In return, I'd be willing to do X, Y, or Z for you, in case you ever need it", I would have been a lot more receptive to the request.

2. The second category of fake helpers are the ones I call sacrificial lambs. These people make it their life's goal to burn at the stake of other people's needs. All day and every day they bustle around trying to benefit humanity which neither asked nor wanted their solicitous care. Such people would be genuinely surprised if you told them that what they are is users. They use their unsolicited help to others to avoid taking care of their own problems. I knew a guy like that in grad school. He would spend inordinate amounts of time reading chapters of everybody's dissertations, helping people to create conference presentations, and editing their articles. In the meanwhile, his own dissertation had been stuck on page 15 for two years in a row, he didn't have a single publication, and didn't go to any conferences. 

I used to be such a person myself a while ago. I dedicated my life to listening to people's love troubles, offering them a shoulder to cry on, and dispensing useful relationship advice. In reality, though, I couldn't care less about these folks. I just needed them to explain to myself why I had no time or energy left to take care of my own crappy personal life.

3. The next subclass of fake helpmeets are guilt-trippers. These folks thrive on doing things for you and then telling you triumphantly how their health has suffered and their work has been sadly neglected while they have been busting their asses trying to do things for you. Your guilt and feeling of indebtedness that can never be exorcised because they accept nothing but you eternal guilt as a reward are all they seek. Such people are very likely to exaggerate the extent of their help to you and regale others with stories of how much they had done for the horrible, ungrateful you for years to come. 

Once, I was shopping with an acquaintance and discovered that I had left my wallet at home and couldn't pay for the pair of shoes that I wanted. I was perfectly happy with leaving and coming back for the shoes on the next day. The acquaintance, however, insisted that I let her pay for the shoes. I accepted the loan and repaid it on the next day in full. Imagine my horror when, years from then, I heard another acquaintance tell me how this person had been telling everybody in sight about how I used to borrow money from her on a regular basis. The amount of loans that I supposedly requested from her had grown almost tenfold.

4. The last and the deadliest category of helpers are those who are sincerely and passionately convinced that they know how to improve your life. These people are scary because they are fanatically convinced that their intentions are good and pure. They decide that your partner doesn't treat you right and set out to destroy this relationship that they find to be all wrong. They try to prevent you from spending time with people they believe are not good for you. I knew a guy who used to get into his wife's email account and delete messages that invited her to participate in university committees because he believed she was overworked and needed to rest more. Another acquaintance mixed anti-depressants into her partner's food because she had decided he was depressed and in need of medication.

And, of course, they are also the same people who want to impose their knowledge of what's best on poor, miserable, silly and helpless inhabitants of other countries. If need be, they are willing to impose their vision of what's right through the use of deadly force. There is no arguing with such folks because their conviction that they are in possession of some higher form of knowledge that can benefit humanity at large is clad in armor that has not a single chink in it.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Unborn Babies in Spanish

I'm having a bad autistic day, people. My English has left the building completely and I barely managed to mumble my way through a meeting with a student. Luckily, the Spanish is unaffected, and I only teach in Spanish this semester. Still, I feel confused, lost, and keep bumping into things.

In the literature course, I started giving the lecture planned for next week because I thought today was the 12th. Then, a student asked me  how to say "peanut butter" which (together with "snail") is, for some reason, an expression that I forget no matter how many times I look it up. Then, I brought the wrong edition of the textbook to the classroom and couldn't figure out why my page numbers didn't coincide with the students'. Then, I showed up for class 30 minutes too early and freaked out when I saw that none of the students had shown up. At the coffee shop I, inexplicably, ordered a disgusting soy milk beverage that I never drink. Then, I saved myself from drinking it by dropping the paper cup on my desk and making a huge mess.

And in the midst of this disastrous day, a student had to ask me how to say "unborn babies" in Spanish. It took all I got to tell her that I would try to look for a translation after she told me how to say "undead corpses" in Spanish. And don't ask me how she managed to arrive at unborn babies during the discussion of space travel and intergalactic space shuttles because I have no idea.

I need to go home and stop wreaking havoc on everything I touch.

Blog Post Requests

If you feel that there is a topic I haven't written about but you think I should, please leave your suggestion in the Comment section of this post. I'd love to know what people want to read about on this blog and will try to accommodate the requests I can.

Which Scientific Advances Are You Looking Forward to the Most?

As for me, I'm eagerly awaiting the advent of two major scientific advances:

1. Teleportation. It will allow people to cover huge distances in matter of minutes. Imagine what that will do for all those people who are separated from their loved ones because they work in different places. I could work here but live in Philadelphia, for example. That would be pretty fantastic. Of course, teleportation will never be free or uncontrollable. I'm sure there will be terminals where you'll have to pass through document checks and customs and pay a fee, but the mere possibility of this kind of travel will be amazing.

2. Human cloning. This will be an invention which will finally bring about a decisive victory for feminism and gay rights. Women will no longer have to go through the trauma and danger of pregnancy and childbirth. Men will be able to have their own children without being at the mercy of whether a woman wants to carry their child to term. Gay couples will be able to have kids easily. No wonder that conservatives are so terrified of cloning. 

Which scientific advances are you looking forward to the most and why?

Teaching Writing

I have two very good groups of students in my literature course this semester. I'm very proud of them because, except for two native speakers of Spanish, these kids learned to speak the language at our university. And now, when they are in their junior and senior years, they can read, analyze and discuss works of literature from La Celestina to Tiempo de silencio. One thing, however, that it's consistently difficult to get them to do well is to write an essay. I'm not talking about their linguistic limitations here, just the actual knowledge of how to construct a good piece of writing. 

The training that students get in how to write well is often seriously lacking. To give an example, they have all been told ad nauseam that they need to come up with a good thesis for their essay. However, nobody took the trouble of explaining that "Cervantes is a famous author" or "These two short stories have some differences and some similarities" are not good theses. They also have no idea that inane statements like "All works of literature have characters" or "Everybody wants to be happy" do not add anything valuable to a piece of writing.

It also seems to me that some enemy of humanity taught many of my students that it's a good idea to pluck out statements from each paragraph and repeat them (often verbatim) in the conclusion. There is also this annoying strategy of starting a new paragraph with the same sentence that concluded the preceding one.

The students seem genuinely surprised when I tell them to avoid generalizations, trivialities and not to copy-paste the same sentence into different parts of the same sentence. They are also shocked to find out that I don't like them to copy-paste things I said in my PowerPoint presentations into their essays as their own statements.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Walking

Today  I walked 9,5 miles. Which is 15,2 kilometers. This is quite a feat in an area where there are no sidewalks and the residential area around my house is filled with nasty, aggressive dogs whom their owners allow to roam around unsupervised and attack innocent passersby. I love walking, but finding places to walk in our town is very hard. I would so love to walk everywhere but there are just highways and more highways everywhere. As a result I end up walking in circles around my house like a crazed Energizer bunny. Thank God for the Kindle that allows me to listen to books while I walk.

Gender Stereotypes and the Mystery Genre: From Christie to Rendell

In the mystery genre, no one can compare with the amazing British authors Agatha Christie and Ruth Rendell. The first of these authors created the genre* while the second one took it to incredible heights in a number of extremely well-crafted novels. Compared with the psychological and literary sophistication of Rendell's work, Christie's novels seem primitive. The language is simple, the characters are one-dimensional, and the plots are quite similar.

One thing, however, is shared by the two queens of the detective genre. Both Christie and Rendell know extremely well how to manipulate the gender stereotypes of their times to create a mystery their readers will not be able to solve. Take, for example, Agatha Christie's The Moving Finger and Ruth Rendell's A Fatal Inversion**. In The Moving Finger, Christie attempts to prevent the readers from guessing the identity of the criminal by relying on their misogynistic vision of what constitutes "male" and "female" kinds of crime. This particular gender stereotype has lost its currency completely in the decades that elapsed since the novel was published. As a result, The Moving Finger is one of the lesser known of Christie's novels. A modern-day reader will have no trouble guessing what really happened since the gender stereotype is the only thing standing between the reader and the realization of the criminal's identity.

Ruth Rendell's A Fatal Inversion is one of this prolific author's best mysteries***. Vulnerability is the topic she explores in this novel in a stunningly successful way. Her characters are vulnerable to all kinds of things: sexual obsession, insanity, the desire to fit in at all costs, fear of rejection, the desire to fit in, alcoholism. The question of which one of them will prove to be the only truly resilient one remains unanswered until the stunning ending of the book. However, if it were not for our deeply-ingrained gender stereotypes, that ending would not surprise us in the least.

Hopefully, the gender stereotypes that Rendell based her novel on will pass into oblivion one day, just like the ones that informed Christie's outdated mystery I have discussed here****.

* Edgar Allan Poe and Arthur Conan Doyle created the genre of the police procedural, not the mystery novel as such. Christie's Hercule Poirot makes vicious fun of Sherlock Holmsian type of characters. Rendell has written quite a few police procedurals (her Inspector Wexford series), which I consider to be vastly inferior to her mystery novels.

** The novel was published under Rendell's nom de plume Barbara Vine.

*** A Fatal Inversion, The Bridesmaid and Thirteen Steps Down are Rendell's best novels, in my opinion. If I weren't wary of making this list too long, I would add The Chimney Sweeper's Boy and No Night Is Too Long to the list of her best work. If you like the mystery genre but still have not read anything by Rendell, what are you waiting for? She is absolutely the best. 

**** I have tried to discuss the plots of these novels as little as possible here to avoid spoiling the pleasure of their future readers.

Another Failed Attempt to Visit the University Restaurant

Yet again I go to our university restaurant only to discover that their lunch menu is uneatable. Today, they are serving pulled pork, nachos, hotdogs, and hamburgers. Are they trying to kill us all off or something?

The student cafeteria offers marginally better fare today: crab-stuffed pollock (unfortunately, covered in a thick layer of bread crumbs), deep-fried shrimp (the person who invented deep frying should be in jail, in my opinion), rosemary roasted potatoes (which are so salty as to bring one's blood pressure through the roof), and boiled carrots. Of course, all of these food options could be improved dramatically by cutting down on salt and heavy sauces that everything is swathed in, skipping the deep fryer and forgetting about the bread crumbs. Everybody says that healthy food is more expensive but every measure I suggested here has to do with cutting down on unhealthy ingredients, which can only lead to saving money.

In the student cafeteria we also have a salad stand. Unfortunately, it features pasta salads bathed in heavy sauces all the time. I find the concept of a pasta salad to be completely alien to my worldview. Who wants to eat cold pasta, anyways?

You can also make your own salad out of a bunch of humongous lettuce leaves, bacon bits, pickles, extremely salty sunflower seeds, cheese, and on the days we are very lucky, fresh cucumbers.

If I sound too finicky about food, keep in mind that I have high blood pressure. The climate where I live right now is deadly to me. Last summer I had a hypertensive episode that lasted for five weeks. I managed to bring my BP down without any medication, of which I'm very proud. Now that the summer is close again, I need to do all I can to avoid another bout of hypertension. So pulled pork with barbecue sauce terrifies me.

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Why Can't Israel Negotiate With Hamas?

What people often forget when they ask this question is the following set of considerations that I found in a great post on a blog by Izgad, a historian and a fellow autistic:
Hamas is an institution devoted to the delegitimization of the Jewish people and ultimately the violent destruction of the State of Israel. As such it is impossible for Israel to ever engage in any form of official dialogue  with Hamas. To do so would be to admit that there is some validity to their claims to the extent that these claims deserve to be placed before the forum of polite society for consideration. If such a discussion were ever to occur Israel would automatically come out the loser simply in terms of the fact that it would mean that Israel, unlike other countries, would be placed in the subservient position of having to defend its own legitimacy. This would be the case even of Israel actually were to win this debate.
Izgad and I have had passionate arguments about a variety of issues, both on my blog and on his. However, I applaud him for his lucidity when he talks about what I consider to be the central problem of our Western civilization:
I do not see either Goldstone or Bollinger as anti-Semites who wish to see Israel destroyed. I see them as simply modern liberals unable to resist granting legitimacy to radical Islam even as this means asking first Israel and eventually the rest of western civilization to write its suicide note. If we in the West, including liberals, are going to survive it will because we understand the difference between those ideas which we can respectfully disagree with and tolerate and those ideas which, by definition, are declarations of war to be fought at all costs. 
Izgad offers the same line of reasoning here as Žižek who insists that our ridiculous belief that we need to tolerate all kinds of intolerance and barbarity will end up destroying our civilization. Unless we recognize that not every opinion needs to be tolerated and not all lifestyle choices deserve equal respect, we are doomed to lose all the advances our civilization has made in terms of human rights to those who are unfettered by such inane beliefs. 

Westerners still follow the colonial model that forces them to interact with non-Westerners as if they were little children in need of paternal guidance and kind condescension on the part of the wise and all-knowing West. The West's incapacity to see representatives of other civilizations as valid human beings in their own right leads it either to drop bombs on them whenever it feels like or to patronize them through fake tolerance. Western Liberals congratulate themselves for being different from Conservatives in their attitude to the non-Westerners. In reality, though, both attitudes stem from the same profound conviction that non-Westerners are not fully human and, as a result, there is no need to hold them to the same standards and treat them in the same way as we do our fellow Westerners.

In the conflict between Israel and Hamas, Western Liberals have demonstrated clearly that, for them, Israelis belong to their own Western civilization, while Palestinians do not.

Gender Relations in Russian-Speaking Countries

Mary was beautiful, with thick dark hair, huge, slightly protruding eyes, and a touch of condescension in her smile. At the age of sixteen, she married Zinovi Stolberg, an energetic, intelligent and enterprising young man. Three years later, in 1929, she gave birth to Klara and left her husband because he annoyed her with his opinions. Not his opinions as such since she never listened to what he said anyways but, rather, with his daring to express any opinions at all. 
                                                                                                          Michael Blekhman, Reflection


When I became a college student in Canada in 1998, I was shocked to see that male students spoke out and expressed their opinions both in class and outside of it. I was used to my male classmates sitting in the back rows of the classroom and giggling. My idea of men was that they constantly needed to be told what to do by women. Who would then have the task of putting right everything that inept, helpless men would inevitably mess up. My favorite sentence in dealing with men at that time was, 'We are going to do what I say, when I say, and how I say it.' And if you believe that this attitude made my romantic life problematic, you couldn't be more wrong. Nothing is easier than abandoning responsibility for your life to somebody who is willing to assume it, so there were crowds of candidates for the role of a man who is being bossed around by a strong woman. (I've changed since then, of course, and now resist all attempts of people to assign me the role of the boss of their lives.)

We are a culture of powerful, bossy women and immature men who never speak out. They just mumble. Obviously, not everybody is this way, but this trend exists and it is very powerful. So if you think that the quote I gave above is a joke or an exaggeration, think again. I knew Mary when she was a lot older but she was exactly the way she is described here. She was my great-grandmother.

Funny Searches, Part II

It is always very enlightening to see what searches bring people to my blog. Here are some of the most hilarious ones from the last couple of days. For many of them I have absolutely no explanation:
  • I am a woman that dislike feminist (This, or a variation of this, brought 5 people to the blog in just two days)
  • dealing with rejection academia (As I said before, this is one of the most popular queries ever)
  • why do people with aspergers struggle to show emotion (I hope that my posts prove to be useful here)
  • male genital blogspot (Don't ask)
  • bananas and porn zizek (Some people have very strange fetishes)
  • why ramification in the world is bad and good (As I always tell my students, define your question first)
  • penetrating female jewelry (I'm not sure this person enjoyed my blog)
  • aspergers snob (Yes, that's me)
  • nice menS from Russia for friendship (Here, as everywhere else, the spelling of the original is preserved)
  • husband doesn't care about me (Just dump his sorry ass already!)
  • anti feminine waterloo university (Unless the person meant "anti-feminist", this is just weird.)
  • miserable in college (Sad, this)
  • tromso blog (People in Tromso, you need to start blogging now because there are many folks dying to read you)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Teaching Reading

In my language courses, I'm really good at teaching grammar and conversation. What I suck at, paradoxically, is teaching reading. Even I am bored with my reading activities, so you can imagine how much my poor students suffer. All I can come up with in terms of fun reading activities is summarizing each paragraph in their own words and acting out scenes based on the reading. Which, yet again, turns into grammar and conversation activities.

Does anybody have any advice to offer? Any interesting activities that accompany reading short texts in the classroom?

Meet the Parents!

Readers seem to have reacted with great enthusiasm to the pictures of their favorite blogger that I posted recently. So now I will post the picture of my parents that they took last week when they celebrated the 36th anniversary of the day they applied for their marriage license. (In the Soviet Union you had to wait for several months after applying before you could get married.) I hope we all feel like celebrating the day we got our marriage licenses / met our partners/ moved in together 36 years later. And I promise that there will be no more personal pictures for a while in the future, so no need to worry. At least I don't have any kittens whose photos I could inflict on my readers. I just miss my parents a lot right now.


A Question about Publication Requirements

Since I have many academics reading this blog, I would like to hear people's opinions on the following issue: do you think that the number of publications that is expected yearly from Full Professors (tenured, of course) should be the same as the number expected from non-tenured Assistant Professors?

Non-academics are welcome to answer too, of course. For those who are not sure about the terminology, an Assistant Professor is a person who is in her first to sixth year in her career while a tenured Full Professor is somebody who has been in academia in the professorial capacity for over 12 years (sometimes it's 10 years, but that is very rare.)

Just wondering what people think about this.

Talks With My Students Series

"Why are you learning so many languages?" I ask a student.

"Because learning a new language helps me grow as a person, understand the world and myself a lot better," he responds in perfect Spanish.

Teaching is really worth all the effort one puts into it if you get a student like this one at least every once in a while.

More Silly Tweets

In an attempt to come up with catchy one-liners, some tweeters end up reaching the heights of pomposity. Here is a small collection of the silliest tweets I have received recently:
It's difficult to earn a living except through abuse, neglect, and harm. This is the lever by which we've been turned against one another.
I read this as I was preparing to go to class where I make a very decent living by teaching students to speak Spanish and appreciate Spanish literature. In my workplace, I'm surrounded by people who make their living by teaching their students a variety of fascinating and important things. This tweeter might not believe it, but we do not abuse, harm or neglect anybody by practicing our profession. 

The following pompous and meaningless pronouncement comes from the Dalai Lama:
When patience is combined with the ability to discriminate between the action and the one who does it, forgiveness arises naturally.
So what, the actions of the Nazis who were condemned at the Nuremberg trial were bad but they, as people, were good?  Murder is bad but all murderers should be "forgiven" and let out of jail? Actions do not exist independently of people who perform them. If a child molester or a rapist doesn't make the decision to molest or rape, these crimes will not take place. I also wonder how anybody can reasonably ask people to be "patient" when somebody commits a crime against him. Is a person who is being assaulted, for example, expected to submit patiently to the assault while trying to convince himself that the act of beating and the person who inflicts said beating are somehow magically unrelated?

The following is maybe the clunkiest and most dysfunctional metaphor I have seen in a long time (and I grade many student papers each semester):
The vending machine is capitalism: overpriced, unyielding, impersonal. It is indifferent to the penniless. If you want change, smash it.
I sincerely hope that this person doesn't do any writing on a regular basis because that would be a waste of perfectly good paper. 

I might make posts about ridiculous tweets a regular feature of this blog because there are so many of them.

Explaining Emotions

Here is a very silly tweet that I received today:
The best way to destroy the bridge between the visible and invisible is by explaining your emotions
The tweet annoyed me because there is nothing that bugs me more than people who can't explain what they feel and why. Having bouts of "inexplicable" sadness, happiness, joy or depression is the best way to manipulate others. Of course, there is always a reason why we feel things. There are people who are so emotionally immature that they truly can't explain to themselves or to others why they are experiencing a certain emotion. This profound immaturity is bound to manifest itself in many other respects, so I would avoid such emotionally stunted individuals at all cost. 

Then there are those who love manipulating others by exposing them to a barrage of emotions they pretend not to be able to explain. "I just feel sad and I don't know why," is the best way to keep those who have the misfortune of knowing such an individual wondering if they might have caused this sadness. 

So my advice to those who don't know why they feel what they feel: until you find an explanation, keep your emotions to yourself. 

P.S. This silly tweet is a quote from Paulo Coelho who sold many books by being extremely pompous.

Clothes and Civilization

One of the things I like about the area where I now live is that people don't dress at all badly. Most of the students come to class dressed very decently and my colleagues always gladden everybody's eyes with beautiful outfits. At Purdue, for example, things were very different. More than once, I saw groups of students marching to class in pajamas of the kind I would be ashamed to wear to bed. Many people on this continent dress in ways that highlight just how much they hate their bodies. We shouldn't be surprised that this self-hatred then pushes them towards voting for crazed anti-carnal Evangelicals or dusty Harper's conservatives. 

And please don't tell me that wearing baggy jeans, pajamas, and ratty humongous T-shirts in public is convenient. Convenience-schmanvienience, people. Civilization is generally extremely inconvenient. The entire human civilization is one huge way in which we inconvenience ourselves on a daily basis. Stopping in the middle of the street to take care of one's physiological necessities would be a lot more convenient than suffering in search of a restroom. Jumping passersby to fulfill one's sexual needs would be so much more convenient than getting to meet people, soliciting their consent, and suffering if that consent is not granted. Brushing one's teeth, dragging oneself to work in the morning, saying "please" and "thank you" are super inconvenient. 

Human beings have come up with the concept of aesthetic enjoyment. Not all of us are gifted enough to be artistically creative, of course. We all, however, have the capacity to bring beauty to what belongs to us: our living and work spaces and, of course, our own bodies. We are taught by our culture to hate and despise our bodies as evil. All too often do we give in to this conditioning and destroy our bodies with horrible food, sexual deprivation, nasty useless medications that purport to cure us from shyness and short lashes. And then, to top it all, we dress our bodies in vile (and usually quite expensive) rags to destroy their natural beauty and make sure that nobody finds us attractive or enjoys looking at us, lest our Evangelical overlords condemn us for enjoying ourselves.