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March 06, 2010

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rjmadden

Just spent an hour reading your blog. Quality stuff. Keep it up David.

David

“Just spent an hour reading your blog.”

No refunds. Credit note only.

WTP

On the feminist vein, ran across this person's link on The Philosophy Magazine blog entry concerning Tiger Woods. Granted, this person is of minor consequence in the grand scheme of things, but I was fascinated by the ability to write clearly relative to the "critical thinking" skills employed....

http://feminazi.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/proof-men-arent-human/

Perhaps one could be generous enough to see a tongue-in-cheek perspective. This one couldn't.

Canada Corner

"I recall one particularly miserable train journey during which a group of four teenagers amused themselves by throwing trainers to each other, narrowly missing the heads of other passengers. When, inevitably, one of the shoes hit a woman in the face, no-one intervened."


Why didn't you do anything?

David

Canada Corner,

See the preceding sentence and the following paragraph for the not entirely flattering answer. I was a callow youth at the time and assumed, naively, that the adults present might intervene. The experience and what it revealed helped inform my current, more assertive, inclinations. Which I suppose is the point of the post.

Canada Corner

I probably would have done the same thing in my younger days. Of course now I'm over six feet tall and I work out regularly so most people would think twice about messing with me. One of the things I hate the most about defending strangers in situations like you described is the burning resentment I would feel towards those who failed to chip in when I was the one who initially stuck my neck out.

David

Canada Corner,

“One of the things I hate the most about defending strangers in situations like you described is the burning resentment I would feel towards those who failed to chip in when I was the one who initially stuck my neck out.”

Well, I think being inert or cowardly in those situations isn’t without its own cost. The train example I mentioned had a definite atmosphere of self-loathing with passengers trying to avoid eye contact, presumably out of embarrassment. Nobody seemed to benefit from their failure to act. I suppose what’s needed is a change of culture – and an understanding that such instances aren’t just about adolescent exuberance or disregard for others. It was obvious, at least to me, that the teenagers found the throwing of trainers fun precisely because it was a game of dominance. They were testing how far they could go - how close to people’s heads they could get - and they won.

The only way I know of changing that culture of passivity is by example. Though it’s not without its hazards.

Canada Corner

"The only way I know of changing that culture of passivity is by example. Though it’s not without its hazards."


I agree. I guess the resentment just comes with the territory but it's ultimately the right thing to do when confronted by hooligans and rednecks (a specialty in my neighborhood). I find in most circumstances the hooligans are just as cowardly as the people studiously reading their newspapers. All it takes is someone with a spine.

I also agree with rjmadden. You have a most awesome blog.

Uncle Pinky

Oh dear.

I'd forgotten how much I snickered while having my paradigm soundly thrashed the first time around.

Please do continue with this Project:Reheated. These reminders of how to eff the ineffable are pearls of great price.

Added value is that I now must revisit my Wodehouse to refresh my memory of what to do with "stern young singers" and related sorts.

So, thanks. Twice.

tehag

"As a repetitive common saying, [“It’s OK”] encapsulated paradoxes and contradictions, be it in the form of electoral results, in the state of war, in the lack of equality and freedom, in the discrimination and mutual racism I could witness almost every day."

I have to ask: why hasn't your head exploded? I switched from history to computer science because I couldn't conceal my disdain for this stuff. What keeps you sane?

David

“What keeps you sane?”

Um, laughter, I think. And of course the exploding banana mask...

http://www.williamlamson.com/#/selected_work/think_globally_act_locally/video/1

What?

ojo

:D

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