Rollin’ down the street smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gender juice.
Laid back, with our minds on our money and our money on the FtB Legal Defense Fund.
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Rollin’ down the street smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gender juice.
Laid back, with our minds on our money and our money on the FtB Legal Defense Fund.
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Some celebs from different avenues of the arts and the intelligentsia just signed on a letter in Harper’s whining about cancel culture. Many people on the list you’ll be familiar with, as famous racists, transphobes, and general shitbirds. (List the crimes of the ones you know about in the comments!) Some will have you scratching your temples. Like where and why did they dig up Wynton Marsalis for this?
Among them I notice Salman Rushdie, had the threat of violence and state censorship involved in his rise to fame. I don’t know why he thought people saying we should stop promoting some poorly written overrated kids books because the author is a transphobe would be remotely equivalent, but sure, dude. And we already knew he had shit taste in friends.
I also love the whine about cancel culture costing people their livelihoods. I’m sorry, every last one of these fuckers should lose their prestige lifestyle for at least a year, so they can have half a clue of what it’s like for the rest of us. Even if that did happen, the fact it would be over in a year would offer them hope that I WILL NEVER FUCKING EXPERIENCE. Motherfuck the rich, from here to eternity.
Anyway, every last one of these people is, to some extent, a thoughtless hyper-privileged asshat. Yeah, you too, Noam Chomsky:
Elliot Ackerman
Saladin Ambar, Rutgers University
Martin Amis
Anne Applebaum
Marie Arana, author
Margaret Atwood
John Banville
Mia Bay, historian
Louis Begley, writer
Roger Berkowitz, Bard College
Paul Berman, writer
Sheri Berman, Barnard College
Reginald Dwayne Betts, poet
Neil Blair, agent
David W. Blight, Yale University
Jennifer Finney Boylan, author
David Bromwich
David Brooks, columnist
Ian Buruma, Bard College
Lea Carpenter
Noam Chomsky, MIT (emeritus)
Nicholas A. Christakis, Yale University
Roger Cohen, writer
Ambassador Frances D. Cook, ret.
Drucilla Cornell, Founder, uBuntu Project
Kamel Daoud
Meghan Daum, writer
Gerald Early, Washington University-St. Louis
Jeffrey Eugenides, writer
Dexter Filkins
Federico Finchelstein, The New School
Caitlin Flanagan
Richard T. Ford, Stanford Law School
Kmele Foster
David Frum, journalist
Francis Fukuyama, Stanford University
Atul Gawande, Harvard University
Todd Gitlin, Columbia University
Kim Ghattas
Malcolm Gladwell
Michelle Goldberg, columnist
Rebecca Goldstein, writer
Anthony Grafton, Princeton University
David Greenberg, Rutgers University
Linda Greenhouse
Rinne B. Groff, playwright
Sarah Haider, activist
Jonathan Haidt, NYU-Stern
Roya Hakakian, writer
Shadi Hamid, Brookings Institution
Jeet Heer, The Nation
Katie Herzog, podcast host
Susannah Heschel, Dartmouth College
Adam Hochschild, author
Arlie Russell Hochschild, author
Eva Hoffman, writer
Coleman Hughes, writer/Manhattan Institute
Hussein Ibish, Arab Gulf States Institute
Michael Ignatieff
Zaid Jilani, journalist
Bill T. Jones, New York Live Arts
Wendy Kaminer, writer
Matthew Karp, Princeton University
Garry Kasparov, Renew Democracy Initiative
Daniel Kehlmann, writer
Randall Kennedy
Khaled Khalifa, writer
Parag Khanna, author
Laura Kipnis, Northwestern University
Frances Kissling, Center for Health, Ethics, Social Policy
Enrique Krauze, historian
Anthony Kronman, Yale University
Joy Ladin, Yeshiva University
Nicholas Lemann, Columbia University
Mark Lilla, Columbia University
Susie Linfield, New York University
Damon Linker, writer
Dahlia Lithwick, Slate
Steven Lukes, New York University
John R. MacArthur, publisher, writer
Susan Madrak, writer
Phoebe Maltz Bovy, writer
Greil Marcus
Wynton Marsalis, Jazz at Lincoln Center
Kati Marton, author
Debra Maschek, scholar
Deirdre McCloskey, University of Illinois at Chicago
John McWhorter, Columbia University
Uday Mehta, City University of New York
Andrew Moravcsik, Princeton University
Yascha Mounk, Persuasion
Samuel Moyn, Yale University
Meera Nanda, writer and teacher
Cary Nelson, University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign
Olivia Nuzzi, New York Magazine
Mark Oppenheimer, Yale University
Dael Orlandersmith, writer/performer
George Packer
Nell Irvin Painter, Princeton University (emerita)
Greg Pardlo, Rutgers University – Camden
Orlando Patterson, Harvard University
Steven Pinker, Harvard University
Letty Cottin Pogrebin
Katha Pollitt, writer
Claire Bond Potter, The New School
Taufiq Rahim, New America Foundation
Zia Haider Rahman, writer
Jennifer Ratner-Rosenhagen, University of Wisconsin
Jonathan Rauch, Brookings Institution/The Atlantic
Neil Roberts, political theorist
Melvin Rogers, Brown University
Kat Rosenfield, writer
Loretta J. Ross, Smith College
J.K. Rowling
Salman Rushdie, New York University
Karim Sadjadpour, Carnegie Endowment
Daryl Michael Scott, Howard University
Diana Senechal, teacher and writer
Jennifer Senior, columnist
Judith Shulevitz, writer
Jesse Singal, journalist
Anne-Marie Slaughter
Andrew Solomon, writer
Deborah Solomon, critic and biographer
Allison Stanger, Middlebury College
Paul Starr, American Prospect/Princeton University
Wendell Steavenson, writer
Gloria Steinem, writer and activist
Nadine Strossen, New York Law School
Ronald S. Sullivan Jr., Harvard Law School
Kian Tajbakhsh, Columbia University
Zephyr Teachout, Fordham University
Cynthia Tucker, University of South Alabama
Adaner Usmani, Harvard University
Chloe Valdary
Lucía Martínez Valdivia, Reed College
Helen Vendler, Harvard University
Judy B. Walzer
Michael Walzer
Eric K. Washington, historian
Caroline Weber, historian
Randi Weingarten, American Federation of Teachers
Bari Weiss
Sean Wilentz, Princeton University
Garry Wills
Thomas Chatterton Williams, writer
Robert F. Worth, journalist and author
Molly Worthen, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Matthew Yglesias
Emily Yoffe, journalist
Cathy Young, journalist
Fareed Zakaria
…I’m different, as the meme goes. You know we’re two minutes to tumblr bios that read “Terflepuff” “Terffyndor” and such, right? I’ve never been so glad to avoid all fandom shit like the plague. (This post may seem frivolous given our political moment, but bear with me.) I feel the worst for people who let that stuff replace xtianity in their liberal hearts.
Cultural Potterians. People who related every incident of moral importance in the news to ostensible lessons or wisdom found within the holy texts. People who invested twenty years of their young lives framing everything they encountered in terms of baby wizards and their foes.
Good luck replacing your religion guys. I really do mean that. If you went that far in the first place, you’re the kind of person who really does feel most comfortable having a bedrock fiction to believe in. Maybe look into Unitarian Universalism or one of the progressive xtian denominations out there.
The original version of this post over on my tumblr account ended with saying that nihilism is the alternative for those brave enough to free themselves from the need for comforting narratives. This being an atheism-themed blog network, I feel the need to retool that, but to say atheism is an alternative rings false, when all the mainstream atheist orgs are represented by intellectually shallow creeps that avoid the darker aspects of facing reality by replacing it with evopsych justifications for culturally xtian biases and comforts.
Anyway, on the FtB, I like to think we know better than to hold up heroes of any kind. It’s safer than having stars which can fall, when you get used to it.
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EDIT TO ADD: Given FtB’s recent output, maybe the alternative to comfortable fictions is collecting or creating knives. Blacksmithing is unavailable to those of us living in apartments, but maybe we could make shivs and brickbats. Yeah…
Guest post by The Beast from Seattle, cross-posted from his blog.
Just wanted to put the word out there — Bandcamp is waiving their cut of anything purchased on June 5th, starting at midnight PST. (You can check this site to see when the event begins in your time zone.) Many artists lost their primary income when concerts were cancelled. Streaming services pay very little for indie acts– You have to listen for over eleven straight hours on Spotify for the artist to earn one dollar. (Assuming about three minutes per song, and it’s likely even worse as it’s divided between labels, each band member, etc.) I cancelled my Spotify premium subscription and started giving that monthly fee directly to the artists. It feels great to actually own the music you love and not rely on internet speeds and corporate overlords. It’s also nice to send a word of encouragement with your order; they might even write back!
You can use this site to enter a Spotify playlist and get links to purchase the music on Bandcamp. A lot of labels and artists are donating their proceeds to charities, many focused on racial justice. Of those I particularly recommend Dais Records, Dark Entries, and Sacred Bones Records. Finally, if you’re into dark wave, minimal wave and post-punk music, I recommend everything in my collection! I’d love you to follow me there so I can check out your taste in music.
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Spoiler Warning: I reveal the end of a Franz Kafka story
Content Warning: Murder
In Franz Kafka’s The Trial, as Josef K is being murdered by a couple of state goons just doing their jobs, he says “Wie ein Hund” before his throat is cut. “Like a dog,” that’s how he’s dying. Not allowed human dignity. There’s a transcript of George Floyd’s last words over at Mano’s, I can’t testify to the veracity of it because I’m not going to watch somebody get murdered and scrutinize the poor audio. But it’s believable. No human dignity allowed, no mercy from the thugs in blue, the state goons just doing their job.
I’m really glad that a big swath of people around the world aren’t buying the simplistic narrative of “riots bad.” Thank you for giving me a glimmer of hope. To all the “tough on crime” politicians and pundits pushing curfews and lockdowns and state violence, eat shit.
If I was a mayor, I would make a deal with my people. I order every cop in the city to go eat donuts in a suburb for a day, in exchange for a request that the protest be as minimally destructive as possible. Then I’d pick up the tab for whatever happened after that. Something tells me when you don’t bring militarized bullies in blue to a protest, they might not end in as much property damage.
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–Again, I don’t feel up to moderating comments on this topic, so they’re closed–
For people new to the subject of White Supremacist Bullshit, there’s this concept that’s been around for a while: The Coming Race War, when all races must fight to the death for who has the right to rule. White elves vs. other shades of orcs and goblins for control of Middle Earff. Sometimes you’ll see it rendered as RaHoWa, for Racial Holy War. Anyhow, whenever racist oppression sparks a riot, the nazis and klan and sympathetic republicans mount up their trusty steeds to do battle. Like this asshole over here.
You know who burned that police station? Mostly white people. I’m sure you’ve seen the photographs. Who went around in masks and walkie-talkies causing surreptitious property damage? Your white pals in the five o, trying to manufacture excuses to kill innocent people. Let’s say that with the help of the nazi in chief, you manage to make this into a full blown war. It won’t be you brave kkknights against the sub-people. It’ll mostly be white people that are going to kill you.
It isn’t a race war, just because it started with racism. It’s four years of nazi rule and empowerment pushing good people to form a resistance. When the cops are involved, that resistance can’t stay passive because the cops won’t let it. You push, you get pushback. Nobody is going to like how this goes, as much as you racist death fetishists might get a few kicks along the way. It’s going to be bad for everybody. It already is.
I’m gonna do my best to stay out of it. Hopefully this will be my last post on the subject. It’s too depressing. And hopefully it blows over with a minimal amount of death. I don’t have a lot of hope left at this point.
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—I’m not moderating comments on this so I’m not allowing comments.—
Content Warning: Bleak world views
It seems to me you lived your life like a can that certain points of view in life are underrepresented – usually thoughts on the darker tip. While these can take a dim view of humanity, I won’t call them misanthropic. True misanthropes are not functioning within reality or reason, or from a position of true understanding. I believe you can look at people with a realistic, sometimes grim view, and not be one of those “people are scum / normies die” type of bastids.
To take a look at the less romantic side of human nature, I turn to the darkness itself – The Beast from Seattle. This is less interview than discussion, as I have similar views. Today we’ll be talking about the Quarantine Loneliness – the idea that people will be in social need, reach out to each other, have heartfelt if remote connections through electronic means. Allow us to call bullshit on that. Proceeding thus…
GAS: Welcome back to the soundstage at Big Satan Studios. How’s life been treating you?
BfS: Not bad, though I’ve had to take a break from social interactions, for reasons I’m sure we’re about to discuss.
GAS: Haha, that we are. So. There are a million articles about how people are going to be lonely in quarantine, how we should reach out to isolated friends, offer each other support. How’s that been going for you?
BfS: I totally bought into that hype, was all psyched up to be supportive to my friends but… Where are they now? I kept having to check in on them to make sure they weren’t dead every couple weeks, and they seemed annoyed with even that much interaction.
GAS: Annoyed? Give us an example of one of these interactions. It’s so far from what we’ve expected, it might not be believable. As close to verbatim as you can get without doxxing a friend.
BfS: Well, I said hi to a friend a couple times on Discord, and they didn’t respond, so after several days I said “Are you okay?” and they said “Yeah, I’m busy and feel crappy.” Or something to that effect. I said “Oh, sorry” and they never wrote back…
GAS: So lonely! Such need, crying out to be fulfilled. As we’ve discussed previously, I have much lower social needs than you, so there are not many places where I’m social. But in those places? Activity has been comparable to usual – or considerably reduced. People aren’t talking, aren’t reaching out to each other. Or is it just us getting whiffed on?
BfS: Not sure, a lot of our social interactions are through hobbies/creative pursuits and seems like people aren’t engaging much in those either. It’s strange to me though that the main mood that seems to be prevalent in people these days is surliness. We’re mostly not friends with people with children so it’s not them just being annoyed with kids being in their hair all day either.
GAS: I do believe it is possible that this increased social need among the quarantined is real, but that it is restricted wholly to the very closest friends and family. That said, I have family that are not reaching out to me any more than usual – if at all. And I have people who have personally told me I’m their best friend or one of their top two, and not any especial contact from them.
BfS: Well, if they seem annoyed with people reaching out to them, it makes sense they wouldn’t do it either. The strange part is, some of these people have explicitly said they were lonely or complained about their friends ignoring them.
GAS: I remember these people. You have to admit, they are a bit odd as people go, and may be outliers. Like guy number one, you know exactly why he’s like that.
BfS: Yeah he was always that way, even twenty years ago. Complain that no one cares about him, and ignore people saying ‘I care about you!’ because they aren’t glamorous enough.
GAS: He is so incredibly twisted. Narcissistic or histrionic? If we’re allowing ourselves that ableist armchair funtime. I say histrionic, because it’s more associated with dramatic self pity, right?
BfS: Heh, I don’t quite remember the difference.
GAS: Yeah, it’s been since high school for me, so better to leave that to the experts he’ll never see. As for guy number two, he’s harder to peg but I think he’s got a low key resentment about a situation that’s been going on, oh, about a half year now, and feels like passive aggression might get him what he wants? And that he can somehow play it both ways and act like we’re his best friends while doing that? People are vexing.
BfS: Yes they are.
GAS: But assuming this is more than just a couple of goofballs being goofy, that this is a thing a regular person might do, what does it mean to complain about being lonely, and subsequently be a mind-melting slughead when socially engaged by somebody?
BfS: Yeah, leaves me wondering what they would even want out of someone. You’d think– someone’s lonely, they want someone to talk to and someone to check in on them. But no. Why not? All the articles predicted it, and it made sense at the time… Being isolated would make people lonely. So why do I hear less from people now than I did before?
GAS: It’s counterintuitive. But I’m better than you at imagining how others feel, my perspective not constrained by depression-colored lenses. Jim Everyman is stressed, a little depressed, so he turns to TV, video games, etc. Maybe he’s one of the people who feel compelled to look at the news, or the social media version, even knowing it will bum him out – contributing to the feeling he must recover his okayness with deeper dives into passive media. Vegging out. So when someone makes a social move at them, they don’t have the energy, phone it in.
BfS: Wild that as much as people bitch about how busy they are at their jobs, it actually gives them more mental space to be capable of holding a conversation compared to being home all day.
GAS: We’re not just talking about active rebuffs here. We’re talking about zombie conversations. People shuffling through with a token “uh-huh” regardless of what you say or do.
BfS: I did eventually get five words in with the rebuffer above, and complained about how everyone’s so absent, and he actually agreed with me. Although that might have been the token ‘uh-huh’ as you say. Mostly it’s just complete absence, though you can occasionally roust someone for a feeble exchange that feels like talking to a poorly calibrated chat-bot.
GAS: There was that NPC meme some internet nightmare people tried to boost for a while, suggesting their political opposites were mindlessly parroting their party line and unable to have genuine interaction with their thoughts, akin to NPCs in video games with limited AI and scripts. More right wing projection, but the idea that people often phone in their conversations? Spot on.
BfS: I think most video game NPCs would be more lively and vibrant. Everyone seems more like people woken from a deep sleep, mumbling into their drool-soaked pillows.
GAS: Sleeping, dreaming. You’ve mentioned to me before that conversations in dreams – especially those on phones – have a weird quality because you speak and expect a response, but your brain doesn’t realize it has to create that response, and what comes back is deflections and nonsense. Let’s roleplay that for a moment, by way of example. *your phone rings*
BfS: Haha, we’re doing this? Okay. “Hello?”
GAS: “…”
BfS: “….Hello?”
GAS: “Whut.”
BfS: “Hello, who is this?”
GAS: “…It’s Christopher.”
BfS: “Hey, Chris. What’s up?”
GAS: “… … … …”
BfS: “Are you still there?”
GAS: “Yeah.”
BfS: Haha, so realistic.
GAS: So when people are responding to social interaction with non-committal grunts, or the banal pleasantry equivalent, you tend to call them “dream people.” Sounds more flattering than NPC.
BfS: Yeah, not quite ‘Dream Lovers’ or ‘Dream Babies’ though.
GAS: So what does this look like in real life? You had that example before, “are you OK?” three weeks later “Nuh.” “wanna talk about it?” “…” That one was kind of extreme. What’s another way this goes down?
BfS: Besides just giant gaps in conversations that feel like “… … …” when you’re waiting on a response… Sometimes it’s just drastic subject changes, talking over people, ignoring questions, on and on. I’d chalk that up to bad reading comprehension for internet communications but it happens in real life too.
GAS: Real life? I’ve spoken to my brother and father in brief recently. Didn’t notice that happening. What happened with you?
BfS: Maybe that’s just the usual for me! I get talked over a lot in verbal conversations.
GAS: My brother is a good case in point. On the internet he doesn’t say much, what he says is thoughtless or jokey and always brief, and he has horrible reading comprehension and empathy. On the phone he was more like one might expect for a normal human being – not so impaired. This suggests maybe the real culprit here is internet communication. I’ve long felt that people treat it differently from in-person interaction, more of a light touch, like it’s all disposable and meaningless.
BfS: But now it’s all a lot of us have, so why be even more light with it now?
GAS: Good question. To that all I can say – either quarantine loneliness is a total myth, or 99% of the people we know regard somebody else as their social all. They have somebody else in their life, maybe in meatspace, that they rely on utterly for all social needs.
BfS: But why would that social need be more diverse when they’re busy with their usual routines?
GAS: To my original theory – the stress and isolation actually makes them less sociable in the broad sense, with most of the people they know. If they do have a social need, they feel it’s easier to focus it on whatever person happens to be their number one.
BfS: So the need for Netflix/TV/Video games is actually greater than social need?
GAS: Pretty much. As we’ve previously discussed, I – the cat privileged with self esteem and the ability to tolerate TV and passive media – have less need for social interaction than you. Passive media is my go-to way of relieving stress and setting my mind free. We can be in the same room doing nothing, not talking with each other, and I will feel socially fulfilled by being physically around you. Easy for me to imagine quarantine pushing that a little farther.
BfS: If that’s the case for so many people, wonder why none of these people writing articles predicted it? TOP TEN WAYS YOUR FRIENDS WILL BE SURLY DICKS AND ONE WEIRD TRICK TO IGNORE THEM
GAS: People writing the articles and thinkpieces are in concern mode – looking for problems to solve, people to help. They imagined a need that perhaps is vastly bigger in imagination than in reality. Because they were looking for problems – not because they actually observed reality.
BfS: Well, it made sense. Why would being more alone not make people lonelier? It’s hella weird, man. Is there anything that would make people actually be lonely?
GAS: I think even under normal circumstances, popular culture from books to TV have created a very distorted view of how humans behave, what they need to feel fulfilled, how they should or would interact with each other.
Reality is that we have our instincts, we have our acculturation and our psychological influences, and we act on that. Result: Most people are more self-interested, shallow, thoughtless, and banal than any story or film ever created would lead you to believe.
We’re zombie-walking through life. The people with the most dramatically interesting lives are usually hell people contriving conflict for its own sake. The rest of us are up our own asses and only interested in each other’s feelings insofar as it props up our lives as the centers of our respective universes.
BfS: Heh, that’s bleak. Reminds me of how I’ve had to – in writing fiction – change characters based on real life people to be more kind and thoughtful because they seemed too cruel and one-dimensional to be believable.
GAS: In narrative art, all people need is love and friendship. In real life, once we’ve achieved a bare level of feeling like we have the right to continue existing, we check out. The reason I have lower social needs than you – I have self esteem, so I don’t need to improve it by checking in with others to verify that I am, in fact, tolerable.
What do we need then, if not actual friendships with any depth or meaning? We need a small stable of regulars to say, “sup” now and then, when we are checking to see if we are OK. Friends as dipsticks to gauge your need for an oil change, not friends as people we genuinely care about and who care about us. If somebody says they care in even the phoniest way, that’s enough of an illusion to make us feel socially adequate and keep rollin’.
BfS: It’s weird, man.
GAS: Now for the promised non-misanthropy. As I said, I have more ability to intuit how other people are feeling and relate. It’s easy to see this and think, man, people are meaningless cardboard cutouts, nobody cares about nobody so what’s the point? Kill em all and let gawd sort em out. That is a mistake.
We’re all the center of our own lives because telepathy doesn’t fucking exist. The level of intuition and empathy that happens in stories is also a myth. Some people might be sharper than others in this respect, but for most of us all we can do is build on instincts and illusions.
Nobody is doing this out of malice. We just genuinely imagine that our zombie-talking ‘friendships’ are deeper and more emotionally connected than they are. We believe we care about each other, and that kind of makes it true? We just don’t do that in the heartfelt or meaningful ways depicted in media and fiction.
Everybody is the center of a universe, in which their own thoughts and feelings are more important and profound than anything around them. Self esteem is, in a way, the construction of imaginary friends to say we’re acceptable. We then transfer the voice of our self esteem onto others ventriloquism style, and imagine we’re as loved as we feel we should be.
And if you don’t feel love for yourself, you’re assed out buddy.
BfS: Oye hoye what a dialogue…
Guess it’s all a bit disappointing, because that was going to be the bright side of an incredibly bleak situation. Hey, at least your pals will be around to hang out with.
GAS: The crux of the issue. This was a big disappointment for you, specifically. I’m sorry, man. At least you have GREAT AMERICAN SATAN.
BfS: Thanks, man. Guess my friends weren’t reading the same articles I was. That whole time I was getting psyched up to help people, and I was the one who needed help all along…
GAS: And with that, another uncommon viewpoint has been published, hopefully to find purchase in the dark soil of the internet, to be found by those wondering – why does nobody feel the way I feel? Guess what, ye miserable of the earth? You are not alone. Except insofar as we all are. You know TF I’m talkin’ about.
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Content Warning: post and comments have a lot of violence in ’em.
Says Johnson Catman over in Mano’s comments:
I would think that, at this time, if someone purposefully coughs or spits on you, that should be considered assault. Also, the one coughed or spat upon should be able to respond in self-defense.
I don’t have a strong opinion on that right now, even though I can easily imagine myself responding to these intentional coughing or spitting incidents by committing unequivocal assault. I have enough restraint that I never have assaulted a person, but I’ve felt the urge so strongly it burned. (I’ve wanted to pick up an old man and embed him in a plate glass display, back in my Walmart days.) I have heard in the past that spitting on somebody is already legally considered to be assault – coughing would surely not be covered by those laws, even if that’s true.
Any legal experts know the haps on this? I think our nation’s retail workers deserve to know. And deserve to wear brass knuckles, depending on the answer.
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A British writer has fired off a pleasingly constructed anti-trump diatribe to help british liberal types congratulate themselves on their taste and discernment. Enjoy it here, if you’re interested and can stomach the ableism and fatphobia. The main thrust of the article: British people vaunt the virtues of politesse, wit, and sense, which he is an active affront to on every level. I think this brit forgot who the fuck the British are.
At one point in my construction of this article, I was going to say the British invented reality TV, but that isn’t true. A little research turned up that MTV’s Real World preceded Big Brother, which was a Dutch creation in the first place. But British people do gobble it up, same as the public at large in vast tracts of the world, colonized and otherwise. Why do British people like watching humans at their most acrimonious, witless, undignified, and venal? Same reason as the rest of us. You’ve got this cultural illusion of dignified stiff upper lip starched collar bowler hat whatever, but the reality is you’re as much of a shit-headed mob as any culture in the world.
The phenomenon that really puts the lie to this idea is British tabloid journalism. Tabloid journalism here in amurrica is a pale imitation of the works of the masters. It’s one of the most hateful, crass, bullying cultural institutions in the world. It sells, and it sells specifically to British people.
You like the spectacle of people behaving badly, which makes Trump like candy to you. Fess up. Your article itself was an act of delectation, letting him dissolve on your tongue like a sugar cube. You don’t see me talking about his vile ass on here very often, because the harm he does isn’t a joke. His ascendance disturbs me to the core. Having a go at him means tasting poison, and I’ll only do that as a last resort.
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My colleague Mr. Beast wrote a really positive article on his writing blog, When No One Cares About Your Writing. It’s about finding the motivation to continue writing when discouraged – or indeed making any kind of art. The article is useful because it shows that a person without self-esteem or hope can still find motivation. Worth a read…
Great American Satan: And worth a discussion. Welcome back to my blog, Beast. Long time no see. How’s the celebrity life been treating you?
The Beast from Seattle: Pretty wild, but I’m hanging in there.
GAS: Nice, nice. Save some cocaines for me. Oh, before we get into this, I understand you wanted to say a little about your writing blog and the motivation behind it.
BfS: I’d always planned to do something like this, but never got around to it until recently. With the quarantine, I thought people might appreciate some encouragement and advice about writing. Also saves me a bit of time so I don’t have to re-explain my suggestions when I talk to people. Just beforehand I’d been going through some writing e-courses I got in a bundle and was incredibly disappointed with the content. None of it was about actual writing, just marketing and getting published.
GAS: I recall you complaining about that at length. Writing that positions itself as being about how to write, in practice being about nothing but commerce. Capitalisms, babey.
BfS: Guess that’s what sells the classes. My hope was to make posts that are actually helpful and to the point.
GAS: Fangtastic. Meanwhile, let’s talk about your newest joint. The article proceeds from the assumption that no one cares about us – the readers. That’s brilliant I think because for a lot of people positivity is just not believable.
A lot of “encouraging” articles and media proceed from the idea that the only possible motive is hope, and try to instill it. I remember assemblies about self esteem and bullying from back when I was in high school that just felt like bullshit. Not believable, therefore not useful.
BfS: Also, I don’t know people’s lives; there are plenty of people out there who might literally have no one who cares about their writing. Nothing more dejecting than looking up advice for a real problem that insists it’s not real.
GAS: Exactly! False positivity is a real problem. I think Barbara Ehrenreich’s Bright-sided has something to do with that. Never got around to reading it. But the point – of fucking course a lot of us have no one who cares about us. Literally not a soul. A lot of us are not attractive or interesting or smart or cool. Where’s something the abject of the world can believe in?
BfS: Well, it sounds corny to say ‘believe in yourself,’ but even if you have abysmal self esteem, you could maybe still figure out how to entertain yourself & take care of yourself as much as you’re able to.
GAS: Do you mind if I spoil your article? Take its main points and discuss each.
BfS: Heck, why not.
GAS: The article goes through reasons to create in the face of universal disinterest. Point One: A sense of accomplishment. This is a bit of an old canard, but in the context of this article it is freshened up. Most people think “sense of accomplishment” and they assume some kind of reward will come with that. What if the accomplishment is all you have to show for yourself?
BfS: I compared it to making an elaborate recreation of architecture in Minecraft or making a difficult risotto. Why do that at all? Because there can be personal satisfaction in doing a feat of skill, or just doing something productive when you weren’t being forced to. Even if the only bragging rights you get are with yourself, it can still feel good.
GAS: Still, for some people pride is unachievable. This point is a little weaker on that count, I feel. Am I wrong?
BfS: Well, there’s still sort of a bar to clear in getting anything done at all. I don’t know if I have the chops to encourage someone who can barely take a shower to also get their writing done. Still, it’s an activity you can do on your own, without much physical requirements or help from other people.
GAS: Not to shoot it down. I’m sure it would work for a lot of people. But I do believe you wrote your points in order of ascending strength. Point two: Make your art to build your skill. Not a bad one. If you’re going to do something, getting better at it is surely worthwhile. Again, what if someone finds it hard to be proud of a skill? Well, it still has use. But then, what if they are – for whatever reason – incapable of getting better? You’ve seen artists who stagnate for decades, yes?
BfS: I included that reason because a lot of people still haven’t absorbed the ‘all first drafts are shit’ mantra, and get very dejected by not having beautiful prose straight out of the gate. I think just about everyone will get better with practice unless they’re being hindered by ‘if it’s not perfect why bother,’ and not working on polishing rough drafts.
Sometime I might write about the fallacy of the notion of talent, especially in regards to writing. A lot of people give up on writing because they feel like they’re not talented, and it must be much easier for more practiced writers. I suppose if someone is incapable of feeling like they’re improving, or incapable of feeling good about improving, they’d have to move on to my next point.
GAS: I do feel like your last point was the strongest – the one that stands up the best, can be used as encouragement for a creator with zero self esteem for real. The point is that you can create art that is perfect for yourself, and thus entertain yourself in the future.
Now you and I have both done this – read our own writing, with some distance of time, and been greatly amused by it. But I was thinking of another example just now. What about the artist whose crude work is miles from getting to where they’ll actually like it?
To that guy I say this: Your fave artists can make better art than you, maybe they always will, but they’ll never be able to draw your favorite fetish perfectly. You can create the clown-paint alpaca with a bouquet of horse cocks in place of its head that you want to see in the world.
BfS: Haha, I suppose that’s one way to put it! Besides just hyper-specific content, your own writing can have your preferred amount of tension, your sense of humor. The trickiest part to realizing this goal of entertaining yourself, is breaking free from the desire to write to please others, and to write the ‘correct’ way. As long as you know what you were trying to say, it doesn’t matter if it’s chock-full of typos and grammar mistakes.
GAS: This last point I was interested in seeing expanded. What happens when we aim only to entertain ourselves? Even a professional writer with an audience of millions might have secret writing – something only for them. I’m probably still thinking about fetishes here, but bear with me.
BfS: Heh, surely.
GAS: I was thinking of that seriously. If you change the goal of art to a wholly private and self-motivated endeavor – and I admit this is very off topic – how does that change the rules? Henry Darger of course comes immediately to mind.
BfS: I don’t think it needs to change the rules that much. (Almost) no one is so aberrant that there isn’t someone out there who would enjoy their weird stuff. I know I’d sure like to read Darger’s books if they put it out there. I think the biggest change is that one could take a lot of shortcuts because they would understand what they meant more easily than an outsider would.
GAS: Outsider is the word. What shortcuts would you take, understanding your own internal meaning? I think the reason shorthand had to be formalized for secretarial work is that any given shorthand we create on the fly could be forgotten by us at a future time.
BfS: Oh certainly. Anyone who’s done programming/scripting knows how quickly inadequate comments can leave you scratching your head as to what the hell you were thinking. I think for myself, I’d still probably hew to typical fiction standards, but I’m a bit of a perfectionist. I might still be willing to drop plotlines when I grew bored of them and pick them up wherever seemed interesting. I believe Darger did some ‘reboots’ of his plotlines, and big digressions about anthropomorphized tornados. Gotta admit though, I would still be interested to read that.
GAS: Darger, for people who don’t know, was a private guy with a menial job who was discovered posthumously to have written a truly massive and very peculiar illustrated novel. Sadly the people who gained conservatorship of it have never released the bulk of the text, so we don’t get to see just what he did – with the freedom of feeling like nobody else was ever going to read it.
BfS: It’s a shame that his work was discovered by the art world instead of a publisher.
GAS: Yep. People like Matthew Barney that wanna gatekeep art to those with deep pockets. Whatever to them. We can all be our own Henry Dargers and make fucked up art for ourselves. Last question – any chance you’d let us know what your own “The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What Is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion” would look like?
BfS: Haha, that’s a bit private, isn’t it? Well, to whatever degree I haven’t shared unfinished writing, we could consider it all my Realms of the Unreal until I do.
GAS: And if you even dropped a hint on us here, that would instantly steal it away from that special place. Well thanks for visiting the show.
BfS: No problem, thanks for having me.
GAS: Alright folks, when we get back from commercial, enjoy The Barenaked Ladies!
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