Monthly Archive for April, 2008

Breaking news! (Sort of.)

Iqra’i makes the Yale Herald! Head swells to unprecedented proportions!

The Cigarette Smoking Blog was the first in a number of cultural and political criticism blogs from a circle of Yalies that have received a positive response from conservative bloggers in Washington, DC. This feisty group of intellectuals was recently termed “the Yale Mafia” by James Poulos, who runs a blog called Postmodern Conservative and also writes for a blog called The American Scene.

Another blog, run by Dara Lind, BK ’09, Nicola Karras, BR ’10, and Kate Maltby, SY ’10, is called Iqra’i—a feminine turn on the Arabic command, ‘Read!’ as the angel Gabriel commanded Mohammed—though none of the girls are Muslim. Over spring break, Lind actually met up with Poulos in Washington D.C., and was later introduced at a party to Peter Suderman, another conservative blogger and Iqra’i fan.

Suderman, a freelance journalist who serves as online editor of Doublethink magazine, happened upon Iqra’i in February. “It was immediately obvious that the writing was much better than usual in the blogosphere, even from reading just a few sentences,” he said.

If you don’t already read the rest of the Yale Mafia, you should. Especially the most recent post about tradition from the Reactionary Epicurean.

Actual conversation:

Me: Hey, [RE], are you coming to read Titus Andronicus?
RE: Yeah, I just have to finish blogging.

I may have enjoyed playing Tamora a little too much.

Good and evil are the prejudices of God — said the snake.

Mother Jones has a fantastic article about the effects that torture — excuse me, “enhanced interrogation techniques” — can have on the torturers. (h/t Eve) This, I think, is the best argument to make against torture. It’s horrifying and dehumanizing to the victims, but we regularly accept the necessity of other dehumanizing acts, especially when on a war footing.

The more important point, and the one that far too few emphasize, is that torture destroys the soul of the torturer. It’s dehumanizing to be tortured, but it is, at least, something that someone else is doing to you. To be the torturer is to dehumanize yourself — or, perhaps, to rip off that veil of second nature that hid something you had never seen before. A state that permits — indeed, encourages — its citizens and soldiers to destroy themselves morally in its service as no business compelling anyone’s loyalty.

Ben Allbright doesn’t want to accept that what he did was torture, because unless you’ve deadened yourself to the term (and disturbingly many have) you have to accept that it’s wrong.

Ben loves to debate, perhaps because he usually wins, but now he was endlessly, fruitlessly arguing with himself. “Every human being instinctively knows right from wrong. There is never a justification for torture.” But then again, “Is softening people up wrong on some levels? I don’t know. It wasn’t beneficial to them, but it was presented as necessary.” He had seen a side of himself he didn’t know existed, and now he had to live with that. “In combat you question your mortality,” he told me. “In these prisons you question your morality.”

Ben isn’t the exception. People do these things. People enjoy doing these things. There is a seed of darkness at the heart of man. It isn’t overwhelming — we feel guilty, until we train ourselves not to — but it’s there, and the whole purpose of society and tradition and culture and (if we must) the state is to teach us: first, not to let it out and then, to eradicate it if we can.

For the most extensive period of human history, punishment was certainly not meted out because people held the instigator of evil responsible for his actions, and thus it was not assumed that only the guilty party should be punished: — it was much more as it still is now when parents punish their children out of anger over some harm they have suffered, anger vented on the perpetrator — but anger restrained and modified through the idea that every injury has some equivalent and that compensation for it could, in fact, be paid out, even if that is through the pain of the perpetrator. …to what extent can suffering be a compensation for “debts”? To the extent that making someone suffer provides the highest degree of pleasure, to the extent that the person hurt by the debt, in exchange for the injury as well as for the distress caused by the injury, got an extraordinary offsetting pleasure: creating suffering — a real celebration… (Nietzsche, 1887)

There are any number of reasons why John Yoo, and the rest of the Bush Justice Department that tried to find legal justifications for torture, are wicked men, but here is the best: they decided, on utilitarian grounds, that torture was necessary, then demanded that someone else pay the price. There is certainly something noble in throwing yourself on a grenade to save the rest of your platoon. There may, I think, be something noble in doing the same with your soul — if there really is a ticking time bomb, if it really will save New York, then perhaps it’s noble to damn yourself to save others.

It is never noble to throw someone else on a grenade.

…until real posting recommences.

This may be simultaneously the most adorable and the saddest thing in the world.

I could tell you why the ocean’s near the shore, but then I’d have to kill you.

Either I’m being thoroughly straw-manned, or I was incredibly unclear. I think it’s the latter (or, at least, choose to believe that so I don’t have to start knocking heads), so I shall clarify:

The purpose of society is to mold and influence our souls. Contemporary American society does this, but in bad ways. The solution isn’t to make society less influential in our lives (or, in Freudian terms, to stop repressing), but to change society so that it shapes our souls in better ways. Tradition qua tradition doesn’t destroy women’s souls; if societal repression does that, we need to work within our societal framework to reform it, rather than uprooting the whole thing because it’s been tainted by the touch of oppression. Tradition does hurt women disproportionately; I don’t really see how anyone can argue with that. (Of course, you could claim that that’s a good thing…)

In short, as the RE put it, “if traditional gender roles are in danger of destroying ‘women’s ambitions, rights, and very souls,’ this means that tradition has already failed.”

That’s what I was trying to say.

Policy questions about the role of women in the workplace are also interesting, but I like theory better than policy. (Surprised?) Still, for Noah, I’ll add the following: social systems where it’s affordable (both economically and psychologically) to spend time with one’s children make people much more likely to have children. Paid family leave, reproductive choice, &c., contribute to a world where women can be better mothers. It’s frankly not affordable for many families to get by on one income, and plenty of women wouldn’t be happy staying home even if they could afford to. (Cf. Freidan.)

I made you a prank, but I eated it.

April Fools’ pranks are a fine art, and slapstick has no place in the sophisticated prankster’s planning. It may be funny to put salt in the sugar, or short-sheet your roommate’s bed (note to my roommates: this is not funny), but it’s easy. Anyone can do that. A really good prank takes the audience into consideration: it has to be just believable enough to horrify, but not so appalling that it hurts.

Unconvincing pranks aren’t funny:

  • “I’m moving to the moon!”
  • “I’ve decided to join the Church of Scientology.”
  • “I was shot at by snipers in Bosnia.”

Convincing but upsetting pranks aren’t funny:

  • “I cheated on you.”
  • “My mother was killed by a drunk driver last night.”
  • “I am Client 10.”

It becomes increasingly hard to pull pranks on someone who knows you really well — the only things that would be convincing are too cruel. The best target is someone you’re close to but haven’t seen recently. A few days is long enough, as long as it’s believable that you haven’t yet had an opportunity to share your shocking news. There are few things more satisfying than the look on someone’s face when they realize you’re not actually moving to Mongolia to become a yak herder, or whatever it is you’ve claimed.

Just try not to give people real news on April Fools’ — the summer internship I’m doing for MoveOn.org? Not a joke.