People are complicated and flawed. Root for their better angels. Expertise is always relative. Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future, as Oscar Wilde said.
This is the most controversial post I have ever written in ten years of blogging. I wrote it because I was very angry at a specific incident.
Not meant as a criticism of feminism, so much as of a certain way of operationalizing feminism.
A few days ago, in response to a discussion of sexual harassment at MIT, Aaronson reluctantly opened up about his experience as a young man: I was terrified that one of my female classmates would somehow find out that I sexually desired her, and that the instant she did, I would be scorned, laughed at, called a creep and a weirdo, maybe even expelled from school or sent to prison.
You can call that my personal psychological problem if you want, but it was strongly reinforced by everything I picked up from my environment: I left each of those workshops with enough fresh paranoia and self-hatred to last me through another year.
Of course, I was smart enough to realize that maybe this was silly, maybe I was overanalyzing things. So I scoured the feminist literature for any statement to the effect that my fears were as silly as I hoped they were.
As Bertrand Russell wrote of his own adolescence: In a different social context—for example, that of my great-grandparents in the shtetl—I would have gotten married at an early age and been completely fine.
That I managed to climb out of the pit with my feminist beliefs mostly intact, you might call a triumph of abstract reason over experience. Guy opens up for the first time about how he was so terrified of accidentally hurting women that he became suicidal and tried to get himself castrated.
The feminist blogosphere, as always, responded completely proportionally.
Amanda Marcotte, want to give us a representative sample? The eternal struggle of the sexist: Objective reality suggests that women are people, but the heart wants to believe they are a robot army put here for sexual service and housework. This would usually be the point where I state for the record that I believe very strongly that all women are human beings.
Anyway, Marcotte was bad enough, given that she runs one of the most-read feminist blogs on the Internet. But there was one small ray of hope. On further reflection, Other Friend has a point. But I did feel like it treated him like a human being, which is rare and wonderful. Having been a lonely, anxious, horny young person who hated herself and was bullied I can categorically say that it is an awful place to be.
It takes a long time to heal.
I can only offer Ms. Penny and the entire staff of the New Statesman the recognition appropriate for their achievement:Techniques and approaches regarding end of life are similar: there is surgical care; there is palliative care, living wills, euthanasia, artificial organs/replacement, “full code” as opposed to “DNR” in hospitals, etc.
In Greek mythology, Narcissus (/ n ɑːr ˈ s ɪ s ə s /; Greek: Νάρκισσος, Nárkissos) was a hunter from Thespiae in Boeotia who was known for his beauty.
According to Tzetzes, he was a Laconian hunter who loved everything beautiful. Narcissus was proud, in that he disdained those who loved him, causing some to commit suicide to prove their unrelenting devotion to his striking beauty. Heather Kirn Lanier is working on a collection of essays about disability and parenting, to which “SuperBabies Don’t Cry” belongs.
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A friend and I were hanging out at the playground, as her little boy jumped from one structure to the next, when she turned to me and said “Sometimes, I wonder if he’s not a little too happy.” I didn’t know what to say.
He was a good kid as far as I knew, only causing the requisite amount.
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Antony would like to respond to the article in El Pais yesterday: "I would just like to say that I suspect the translation of my interview was a bit rough, and the artistic statement I made was in reference to myself: "As a transgendered person, I am like a wild animal, beyond the realm of Christians and patriarchies.".
Revised Common Lectionary Reflection for the 27th Sunday after Pentecost, Year B, November 18, Yes, the times are uncertain. Suffering and pain are real.