The Cold Frisson of Franklin Morbidly Displacing the Erotic Potential of Sexual Attraction

I’ve been reading a lot, and worrying a lot, about the court, and rape culture, and all that. And I’ll say this: I don’t have a lot to say that hasn’t already been said. A friend of mine suggested that I write more about it. About how men and women both participate in, marinate in, the rape culture that surrounds us. But I think I don’t have anything to add. I think shutting the hell up and listening to other people is probably a better contribution to the conversation for right now.

I’m angry. I’m afraid. I’m thinking I should do something but I don’t know what. Emergency supply stockplies. Protests. Sharing angry memes on the internet.

The Republican party seems transparently pro-rape, pro-racism, pro-patriarchy. It seems to make manifest the idea, expressed by Frank Wilhoit, that “conservatism consists of exactly one proposition: There must be in-groups whom the law protects but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect.” Despite all this, Gallup says approval of the Republican party is the highest it’s been in 7 years.

This note from the centrist, sensible Noah Smith, a former finance professor and current Bloomberg columnist, chills me:

Possible ways that I see the current era of U.S. political turmoil ending:
1. Everybody calms down and things go back to normal
2. Coup/civil war/national breakdown
3. War with China and/or Russia (but probably China)

So, basically:
1. The 1970s
2. The 1850s
3. The 1930s

Noah Smith (@Noahpinion) September 26, 2018

Option 1, obviously, is still the most likely. But there’s a nonzero chance of the others.

Links

Pop!
Trap isn’t necessarily the hip-hop subgenre you’d expect to get the literary-magazine treatment, but N+1 has an article titled “Notes on Trap” and it’s glorious.

See also: Pitchfork’s explanation of the history of autotune.

I’m Taking Economics 101 So Here are My Hot Economics Takes
My economics textbook describes the market for insulin as almost perfectly inelastic: A reduction in price won’t move more units, because people don’t use more than they need. An increase in price won’t move fewer units, because people can’t buy less than they need. Except, of course, that there are limits even to the near-perfect. Insulin prices keep going up. It’s killing people.

(After all, as I’ve quoted repeatedly, “If it isn’t making dollars then it isn’t making sense;
if you aren’t moving units then you’re not worth the expense
…”)

Meanwhile, the exploitative app economy meets exercise compulsion meets community service: The CitiBike Angels.

Cultivating Joy
If you find stuff online you think should be in the newsletter please send it in. For example, our friend Dora sent in this dog imitating a person doing lunges.

Golden Age of Euphemisms

This semester I’ve signed up for an introduction to economics. My professor spent the first half-hour of this week’s class explaining the difference between a command economy and a market economy. In a command economy like the old USSR, he said, assets are theoretically allocated according to need, but in practice allocated according to proximity to power. In a market economy, however, assets are mostly allocated according to the individual contribution to production.

He actually managed to say this with a straight face.

I know economics 101 is a gross simplification of the actual functioning of an economy, but it’s so far from reality that it’s almost unrecognizable. If assets in the US economy were allocated according to individual contribution to productivity, teachers wouldn’t have to work multiple jobs, Disney wouldn’t have so much influence over copyright law, Betsy DeVos wouldn’t have so many boats, and her brother Erik Prince wouldn’t be marketing a privatized war service.

Euphemism and Dystopia
“Great reporting,” says Matt Yglesias about a recent Washington Post article, but “my God are we living through a golden age of euphemisms.” The euphemism in question is “racially charged.” It means “racist.”

For example, when we say the acting director of ICE attended a conference hosted by a “racially charged” group, we mean “the person in charge of immigrants in this country is a racist.”

Or when we say that Secretary of Commerce Wilbur Ross has been trying to fiddle with the census in ways that have racially charged implications, we mean that Secretary of Commerce Wilbur Ross is trying to stop Latinos from voting.

Even the wolves are getting radicalized:

YOU WILL NEVER BE A BILLIONAIRE BUT THERE’S STILL TIME TO SEE WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE

NOT A WOLF (@SICKOFWOLVES) September 14, 2018

On the plus side, we may yet avert the eco-pocalypse through infertility. Although probably not.

Willie Nelson has a good message for people who want to vote for Ted Cruz:

Twitter Interlude: Whale Facts

whales have fewer legs than most tables

whalefact (@awhalefact) August 28, 2018

Cultivating Joy
This very good dog watching herself win an agility competition.

This cartoon cat.

About suffering they were never wrong

We’re in the midst of a constitutional crisis. A manifestly unqualifed, poorly-vetted, corrupt justice is about to be installed on the Supreme Court. The foxes are trying to hedge their bets from inside the henhouse.

Even in ultra-liberal Massachusetts, 35% of Republican voters cast ballots for a man credited with triggering a yearslong wave of anti-gay violence in Uganda. In a shocking echo of Hungarian fascism, Texas has ordered school districts to stop funding education for migrant children. Government cruelty to immigrant citizens is now extending to Vietnamese-Americans. The government officials marketing this sort of cruelty have a longstanding process of making money from it even when the policy is overturned.

Anyhow, in a corner, some untidy spot, where the dogs go on with their doggy life… the economy has somewhere to get to and sails calmly on. We still have to work.

Good economic news!
A while ago Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez was criticized for saying “unemployment is low because everyone has two jobs.” The fact-checkers said, well, actually “everyone” is an exaggeration, and the number of multiple-job-holders isn’t that significant. Her correct and important point – that the unemployment numbers don’t reflect the very serious problems of wage stagnation and overall misery – was (of course) ignored in a rush to pile on to her slight inaccuracy. (For some reason this level of scrutiny isn’t applied to certain male officials with white or orange skin).

I’m one of the people the fact-checkers say is statistically insignificant: When I took my third job, I rose to about 30 hours a week, so the state cut off my unemployment benefits and now counts me as one of the gainfully employed. I’m good economic news! I’m also getting a great lesson in precarity: I don’t know from week to week how much I will bring home, much less my annual earnings, although I’m pretty certain they’ll be substantially lower than last year. If my household were actually on the brink, as so many American households are, it would be really, really bad.

This week, I got another job. I’m not yet at the level of Kevin Gates, boasting “GET IT GET FLY I GOT SIX JOBS I DON’T GET TIRED” but for those of you keeping track at home, I’ve got four jobs now: Essay coach, two consulting gigs, and now poll worker.
kevin-gates
Like all the others, being a poll worker is seasonal, temporary, and contingent. In this case, it’s roughly minimum wage, and there are just a handful of available workdays each year: Primary election, early voting, and general election. The primary this past Tuesday was my first day on the job. It was hot and the chairs were uncomfortable and I have a newfound distaste for people who write in no-hope candidates as a protest, because I had to count them at the end of the night, but it was mostly a great experience and I made about $165. Good economic news!

This month one of my other jobs is ending. Sort of.

See, the organization has a policy to prevent exploitative perma-temp arrangements, so I can’t be a temp anymore. Instead, I’ll be a consultant. Of course, they also have policies to prevent exploitative miscategorization of employees as consultants. A consultant has multiple customers and advertises for multiple customers, so I needed to update my LinkedIn to reflect that. Merely looking for a full-time job and doing some freelance work doesn’t make me overtly consultative enough. Moreover, a consultant doesn’t have a dedicated desk and doesn’t use dedicated company resources. So I have to take my name and the photo of my wife out of the shared cubicle (five people, four desks). Consulting!

Mistakes were made on all sides
A plainclothes cop left his unmarked vehicle running while picking up a to-go order at a pizzeria. Two teens jumped in for a joyride and were unsurprisingly caught. And beaten. And cuffed. And then beaten some more. Also attacked by dogs.

And then the recording of the interrogation was released:

Welcome to White Town motherfuckers…. I’m not hampered by the fucking truth ’cause I don’t give a fuck! People like you belong in jail. I’ll charge you with whatever — I’ll stick a fucking kilo of coke in your pocket and put you away for 15 years.

The officer in question was given a 60-day paid suspension.

(Note that the “Rin Tin Tin Myth” makes police dogs seem noble and friendly. Arrests with dogs are brutal.)

(Must be nice to have a union. I would be fired immediately from any of my several jobs for doing any of the things that cop did, starting with leaving a company vehicle unattended with the keys in the ignition).

Cultivating joy
Don’t look behind you, there’s a bird trying to keep up. (I can’t remember if I posted this before but it’s still funny to me).
A short story read by a former student of mine. Another story of hers will be in The Best American Short Stories of 2018, edited by Roxane Gay.
Some birds teach each other how to do stuff.