Author: Aaron Weber

It’s hard to figure out which disaster to look at — the climate-change-driven storms, the rampage shootings, the hate crimes, the war crimes, the online meltdowns of people allergic to nuance. No, I’m not linking to any of those things.

The recent Polish elections, in which young people drove a surge of turnout and pushed back a severe right-wing trend in government, give me reason for optimism. But while the right was in power, things were pretty grim, and a single electoral victory doesn’t mean permanent success. For years, national and local governments in Poland have been championing an anti-LGBT ideology — see this profile from 2020 of a woman living in what was deemed an “LGBT-free zone.”  It’s not just something that shows up in human-interest stories, either: a recent working paper identified a surge in all-cause deaths, suicide deaths, and suicide attempts among LGBT people in Poland during the anti-gay crusades.

And there’s no reason to think it couldn’t happen here. Hate crimes of all kinds are way up, and rising percentages of Americans support political violence. There is a coherent, consistent movement to erase anything that isn’t exactly perfectly straight and white. Yeah, sure, it’s hilarious that Alabama libraries just banned a children’s book because the author’s last name was “Gay.” But take a look at the incredible reporting from Judd Legum’s Popular Information: Scholastic has just added a quick and easy checkbox for schools running book fairs: should we include any diversity? Basically, if you’re a school librarian and you want to avoid any hassle, you can just pick the “all white, all straight” selection. Bio of John Lewis? Bio of Harvey Milk? Story about two penguins raising a chick? Too controversial, skip ’em all.

Legum has been a key source of information on the book-ban situation in Florida, the vanguard of the “anti-woke” movement. He was the first to report that Manatee County school librarians had been ordered to purge all books with any gay characters. Local news picked up the story, although two Hearst-owned TV stations claimed it was fake, then, when confronted with evidence, put the whole thing into the memory hole. In other words, not only is there a movement to erase and normalize queerness, there is also a concerted effort to make you think it’s not happening.

The New York Times, as usual, fumbled the ball earlier this month with their profile of two families “moving out of state because of political polarization.” On the one hand, a family leaving Iowa because their child’s medical care is now a crime. On the other, a family leaving Oregon because they didn’t like looking at homeless people and were angry about freeway tolls. Because sure, pal, there’s gotta be exactly two sides to every story, and they’re equally valid.

Better: The New Yorker’s profile of a family of American domestic refugees fleeing anti-LGBT policies.

Other Reading

New Yorker: Evan Osnos China’s Age of Malaise
Philadelphia Inquirer: Will Bunch on the right’s “Red Caesar” plan for a US dictatorship
Chicago Magazine: Profile of a woman getting $500 a month in a UBI pilot program

Bad Cop No Donut

• A woman in Mississippi reported her 37-year-old son missing, and police were unable to find him for 7 months. Only, they had found him: he’d been struck and killed by a police cruiser the very night he went missing. They had even identified him, they just forgot to tell his mother, despite her coming to them repeatedly for help with her missing persons case. Instead, they buried him in a pauper’s grave. Her track record with police interactions wasn’t great to begin with: the same police department beat her brother to death when he was 62. In both cases, the officers were found not to be at fault.
• The Chicago Sun-Times investigates deep connections between CPD and right-wing terror organizations.

Joy

• OK I wouldn’t be thrilled about the couch but this is hilarious.
• Building community bike-ride by bike-ride (with skeletons).
• Setting sail in a giant pumpkin… as a fundraiser for science!

Maybe it’s the climate change, maybe it’s all the hot air surrounding our latest “crisis of masculinity” right now — the Times, the Post, the New Yorker, the Atlantic, the Economist, Politico, all have various lengthy discussions of it, and have been doing it for most of this decade so far. As much ink as they’ve wasted on it, it seems to be ramping up even more now. Men are falling behind, or at least, not doing as well as they used to, and right-wing grifters like alleged rapist and human trafficker Andrew Tate and alleged intellectual powerhouse Jordan Peterson are popping up everywhere to show men back to the glory days of strength and vigor and power.

One of the hottest of these macho scam artists right now is actually someone I met at a party maybe 20 years ago. He was fond of drunkenly challenging people to play chess without a board, something he claimed he could do because he was smart enough to remember where all the pieces were without seeing them, without the pieces even existing. Today he’s a neo-fascist philosopher with a PhD who goes by the pseudonym “Bronze Age Pervert.” He still thinks playing chess is a great test of intellect but now there’s a whole homoerotic BDSM fitness thing to go with it, real Hugo Boss for the SS vibes. It’s cheap and tacky but apparently young men just eat that shit up.

Meanwhile, other right-wing grifters are melting down over the popularity of the Barbie movie. Some of this is just an attempt to garner more hate-clicks as the Twitter ecosystem dies out.

But some of it does appear to be a genuine obsession with performing masculinity in exactly the right way. They don’t appreciate the irony of their performance being, basically, drag. They think it’s innate. Tell a dude in a lifted pickup that his $75,000 expression of masculinity isn’t all that different from a pair of high heels, and he very well might get so angry he tries to crush you with it.

None of it seems new to me, though. I mean, men have been worrying whether other men are pussies for longer than I can remember. Teddy Roosevelt’s football reforms, for example, were driven by a concern that young men needed to play violent sports to be truly manly. It probably goes back at least as far as Socrates being executed for corrupting the youth of Athens, if not further.

I sometimes recall the way my peers taught me about what it means to be a man one summer. You see, as a child, I loved bright colors. When middle school hit and it was time to go to sleepaway summer camp, I picked out a bright purple sleeping bag. I packed my favorite neon pink shirt, because neon was rad in the late 80s and early 90s. I also had a very close friend who stayed at that camp for half the time I did, and I hugged him goodbye when he left.

I got called a faggot for it, of course, for that and for everything else about the way I was — I cried at sad movies; my taekwondo lessons had never actually taught me how to fight; I talked about things I’d learned from books; I brought sci-fi novels on hikes. I don’t remember who said what exactly, but I remember it culminated in a shoving match on a narrow trail several days into a camping trip.  We’d been rock-climbing. There was a cliff.

I don’t think I even told the counselors. Tattling only made it worse, and besides, it was normal. Just typical teen boys bickering, the typical way young men learn not to be pretty or thoughtful or affectionate.

This might be a broad generalization, but it seems to me that anyone who worries about the definition or nature or behavior of masculinity, or doing it correctly, is a colossal piece of shit willing to destroy other people rather than face his own insecurity. I don’t care if you’re a sincere seeker, a pseudo-intellectual, or an edgelord fascist: once you start trying to argue about whether this kind of joyful, fluid, self-expression “counts” as “manly” you’re taking a step down the path that leads to O’Shae Sibley getting stabbed to death in a parking lot for the way he dances.

Further Reading

• Forthcoming internal refugee crisis as trans people are forced to flee states that make their lives a crime.
• Liberal suburbs sure don’t want to accept refugees of any sort if it means legalizing apartments.
• Jeet Heer on the long history and deep roots of the GOP’s Nazi problem.
• Boston Globe on the rapid growth of the New England’s homegrown fascists.
• Explainer on UCLA students and other workers who live in their cars.
• Dollar General is moving into healthcare. Great.

Joy

• Horse pets cat.
• Dog’s first time carrying a stick.
• Baby wolfhound.
• Shaggy dog at MAXIMUM SPEED.
• Montage of cat mayhem had me laughing til I cried.

Have you ever told or heard an anecdote that begins to curdle about halfway through? That friend whose amusing hijinks, you realize as you recount them, were really symptoms of a serious drug and alcohol problem? A fun childhood adventure that was horrifyingly dangerous and just turned out OK through blind luck? A harmless prank that was, in retrospect, way over the line? That tough first job that … wait, are sexual harassment, wage theft, and illegally dangerous working conditions good fodder for anecdotes?

They’re slippery things, our memories and our stories, and they mean things to us that they don’t mean to others. And of course they’re inaccurate: we play down things we don’t want to be bothered by, exaggerate things that we feel ought to be more important.

Take “the hometown scandal,” a perennial cocktail party topic. Everyone’s got a wild hometown scandal story to tell — the dueling car dealerships, the local real estate magnate’s marriage collapsing in public, that lady who murdered her husband and hid his body in a storage unit and told everyone he’d run off and only confessed on her deathbed.

Here’s mine: In elementary school, my friends and I all took taekwondo lessons from an affable due named Jim. He had what seemed like a pretty common-sense rule about the (rather small) changing rooms: when you were done changing, you should leave the door open and the light off, so other students would know the room was available. I forgot about the lessons and the oddly specific lights-and-doors rule until a few years later, when a local paper published an expose about the trick mirror he’d installed to spy on students undressing. When the story broke, he killed himself with a sword in a public park.

Is that a weird and sordid story? A recollection of trauma? I certainly don’t feel traumatized by it. I usually changed at school anyway, and he never touched me inappropriately, and by the time the scandal happened, the dojo had moved from the location where I’d studied, so the peephole/mirror probably wasn’t even there when I was. Probably. Right?

How about “how I fit into middle school stereotypes?” We may exaggerate the hierarchy of nerds and jocks for TV drama, but at the time the whole thing felt very real to me, with a special emphasis on “nerds like me don’t play team sports.” One year, an unpopular student a year behind me tried to join the junior-junior-varsity lacrosse team, and several of his teammates beat the shit out of him. One of the assailants was expelled, one was suspended, and the remaining team had to run a lot of laps for their failure to intervene, but I wasn’t surprised it had happened. That’s just what team sports just were to me: a clique that hated me and would hurt me if they got me alone.

I have no idea how badly he was actually beaten. (Of course I don’t: there was no way a prey animal like me was going to go into that fucking lion’s den). I heard he had to go to the hospital. I heard he exaggerated his injuries because he was a pussy. I heard a concussion wasn’t actually a big deal. Whatever it was, it seemed to me like the obvious outcome of joining the team, and I felt that it was his fault. I don’t think I talked to my parents about it, because it didn’t affect me, because I wasn’t stupid enough to try out for the lacrosse team.

My younger brother remembers it differently. He played lacrosse a few years later, and vaguely remembers that there had been an incident in the past, and the coach had placed a good deal of emphasis on being a good teammate, so maybe they fixed it. Maybe the scandal I remember was actually an isolated incident. I don’t know. It wasn’t about me, it didn’t happen to me, it was just something that happened in another room to someone I didn’t even know very well.

The kid they beat up left our school, of course, but kids getting bullied out of our school wasn’t that unusual. Not unusual enough to be notable, really. Although I did remember it. And when I was joking with a friend recently about how nerds like me didn’t play sports in the early 90s, I told her that story, and she said “Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry.”

But memories are slippery, and they mean things to us that they don’t mean to others.

Linkages

• Jason Kottke looks back at “The Long Boom,” an influential set of techno-optimistic predictions from 1997. It’s interesting to see which have come true, and which “scenario spoilers” have affected us.
• An incredibly funny description of Florida as that friend of yours who has terrible luck because they make terrible decisions.
• Challenge: Republicans stop lying about history.
• Challenge: Republicans stop trying to hurt seniors with lies about gay people.
• Challenge: Republicans attempt to reduce, rather than increase, infant mortality.
• Quick history of right-wingers trying to boycott things from integrated sitcoms to Bud Light.
• Firearms manufacturers are trying to fight a Massachusetts law that, among other things, prohibits the sale of defective weapons known to fire accidentally.
• The Saturday Evening Post still exists, and it can explain the history of “sundown towns” and that controversial country music video about how great vigilante violence is. See also, the New Yorker on the political divisions within the country music industry.
• Surprisingly fascinating insights into the ongoing collapse of the commercial real estate market.

Joy (all cat edition)

• Fuck around (with a hairbrush) and find out.
• One orange brain cell.
• Problem on swing.

I’ve been thinking a lot about two mostly-unrelated articles I read recently. The first, titled Everything Is Interpolated, discusses music licensing. My takeaway is that there are few enough arrangements of common notes that any new melody has decent odds of sounding a bit like someone else’s song. And if it’s close, you better license a sample or at least the tune to avoid getting sued. And at that point, why even try to create a new melody when you can just buy one and remix it? So today, we get a lot of remixes, samples, and interpolations (that is, quotations). For example, I recently heard a new track from Lil’ Uzi Vert and Nicki Minaj and thought I recognized something familiar about the tune. We looked it up on Genius: it’s the piano hook from “Blue (Da Ba Dee)“, a bit of late-90s europop known for… well, that hook and nothing else. But that hook is popular.  Rapper Flo Rida used it in 2009, a slowed-down version anchors “Tus Celos” by Puerto Rican trap artist Anuel AA, Bebe Rexha and David Guetta featured it in a club track in 2022, and so on for dozens and dozens of variations. And just like this one, any remotely catchy tune is likely to be licensed and slotted into a new location, each new song just a fresh coat of paint on an existing tune.

The second article, The Banality of Conspiracy Theories, begins with what used to be a convent in what is now my city of Somerville, MA. Specifically, it begins with Protestant rioters burning it to the ground in August 1834 because they believed the nuns were being forced into sexual depravity, and that their resulting children were being murdered and buried in the basement.

The Ursuline convent was targeted because of conspiracy theories that, in many ways, were the 1830s version of the contemporary panic on the right regarding child sexual abuse… Although it is tempting to see these moral panics as something new, they have been part of American culture for nearly two centuries, and they recur at key moments in history for specific, identifiable reasons. Combating them requires first understanding that they are not only not novel, but in fact rote—almost to the point of banality. In other words, like a remix of an old tune, conspiracy theories just keep cropping back up, serving the same purpose. Only instead of something to dance to, these remixed vibes are something to riot about, a substitute for engaging with change or understanding the actual nuances of the actual world.

Car Brain

Let’s take another visit to The Atlantic, this time for the article Everyone has Car Brain, about a new study of “motonormativity:” 

Should people smoke cigarettes in highly populated areas where other people would have to breathe in the smoke? Forty-eight percent of respondents strongly agreed that they should not. Should people drive cars in highly populated areas where other people would have to breathe in the exhaust fumes? Only 4 percent strongly agreed that they should not. If you leave your car in the street and it gets stolen, is it your fault? Eighty-seven percent said no. If you leave anything else in the street and it gets stolen, is that your fault? Forty percent said yes.

Meanwhile, Education

• A highly-regarded teacher picked up a highly-regarded children’s book about accepting each other’s differences during her school’s book fair, and read it with her 5th grade class. She got fired for it.
• If you didn’t want your child to be punished for reporting sexual assault, why would you send them to a Christian school?
• Conservatives now want to ban scholarships for minority students.

Joy

• Last week a glamorous dog rolled up next to me with the radio on playing “Dripping in Finesse” and it was pretty great.
• A really cool tree.
• This kitten is not a stellar hair stylist.
• A rather elegant iguana named Steven.
• Kitten notices reflection.