Deceit

In all honesty, I would prefer to forget that I ever paid to see Michael Moore’s “documentary” film, but the media keeps publishing stories about it and for some reason I keep reading them. I don’t really expect anyone to look at this in its entirety, but here is a list of 59 deceits in Fahrenheit 9/11 by Dave Kopel. I have yet to read much of it at all (though I plan to read as much as I can), but just from the intro I can see that the writer goes about his critique in a way that mirrors my mindset as I sat and watched (fought off sleep?) his film. This paragraph from his report sums up my thoughts rather nicely:

Quite obviously, there are many patriotic Americans who oppose George Bush and who think the Iraq War was a mistake. But Moore’s deceitful movie offers nothing constructive to help people form their opinions. To use lies and frauds to manipulate people is contrary to the very essence of democracy, which requires people to make rational decisions based on truthful information. It’s wrong when a President lies. It’s wrong when a talk radio host lies. And it’s wrong when a film-maker lies.

I’m not saying that I knew as I was sitting in the theater that specific bits of information of the movie were deceitful or downright false. Still, a part of me was realizing that Michael Moore has his own agenda as much as President Bush or anyone else, and why wouldn’t he stretch the truth or twist things around to show people what he wants them to see? It boggles my mind how many people sat through the movie and took every word of it as “fact” simply because it was labeled by some as a documentary, a word almost synonymous with facts and truth. I’m not saying that good points weren’t made or that he didn’t bring interesting things to light, but the way in which he went about it really bothered me. Thoughts from Boston University Law Professor Randy Barnett:

…I was struck by the sheer cunningness of Moore’s film. When you read Kopel, try to detach yourself from any revulsion you may feel at a work of literal propaganda receiving such wide-spread accolades from mainstream politicos, as well as attendance by your friends and neighbors.

Instead, notice the film’s meticulousness in saying only (or mostly) “true” or defensible things in support of a completely misleading impression. In this way, Kopel’s care in describing Moore’s “deceits” is much more interesting than other critiques I have read, including that of Christopher Hitchens. Kopel’s lawyerly description of Moore’s claims shows the film to be a genuinely impressive accomplishment in a perverse sort of way (the way an ingenious crime is impressive)–a case study in how to convert elements that are mainly true into an impression that is entirely false–and this leads in turn to another thought.

If this much cleverness was required to create the inchoate “conspiracy” (whatever it may be, as it is never really specified by Moore), it suggests there was no such conspiracy. With this much care and effort invested in uncovering and massaging the data, if there really was a conspiracy of the kind Moore suggests, the evidence would line up more neatly behind it, rather than being made to do cartwheels so as to be “true” but oh-so-misleading. If the facts don’t fit, shouldn’t we acquit?

Hopefully this will be the last from me on Michael Moore (unless it’s more stuff of the cartoon variety), but I make no promises. Frankly I’m tired of hearing about it, but if I happen to spot other interesting stuff, I’ll probably put it on here. Don’t stop reading over it. I highly recommend clicking that Christopher Hitchens link up there. It’s also worth reading or at least skimming. Plus he made one comment that made me laugh out loud: I never quite know whether Moore is as ignorant as he looks, or even if that would be humanly possible. I’m starting to like this guy more and more, hehe.

Some more interesting news later after I watch a comedy that should require little or no thought of anything political or otherwise 🙂

Currently Playing Watching: 50 First Dates

Rant and Stuff

Summer staff gets taken for granted all the time. It really pisses me off sometimes (OK, maybe a lot). Last summer it was maintenance replacing toilets without notice, then screwing things up so they had to come through a second time. Next was fire alarm testing starting early in the morning. Then it was dining center staff giving us crap about taking food to go for other Cool Cats, then it was getting treated like crap when we had to eat with the football players at the training table. Heaven forbid we sit in the nice chairs at tables near the TV before they’ve even arrived, or go through the same line as the players.

This summer hasn’t started much better. Over a week ago I wrote a work order to have my flickering bathroom light replaced. Today, Bozo (not his real name), the wonderful (sarcasm) maintenance man (did I mention sarcasm?), finally came to replace my light. He starts messing around with it and tells me he needs to replace the ballast too. I’m thinking, “Why are you telling me this? I don’t really care, just fix my light so I can take a shower without feeling like I’ll have a seizure.” So he leaves. Two minutes later he’s back and messing with it again. Meanwhile, there are other maintenance men talking on the radios using their Echo, Foxtrot, Charlie codes. I’m just wondering if they realize how ridiculous they sound when I hear one of them say, “Yeah, I’m about to shut off the water in Putnam. Everyone who needs to know should know already.”

I’m thinking, “Bullsh*t! What about me? I didn’t know about this, and I’ll guarantee none of the other Cool Cats knew either…”

So Bozo turns to me and says (and I quote), “Oh yeah, by the way, they are shutting off the water.”

I’m thinking, “WTF? I haven’t taken a shower yet and I still need to do laundry. Thanks for the warning, @$$hat.” So I ask him how long it will be off. He says a few hours, which translated from maintenance-speak equals “I have no idea.” Then he says, “Well, I got your light fixed.”

Gee, thanks.

In Putnam, shutting off the water means there will be absolutely no water pressure. I can’t even wash my hands. I’m glad Bozo is a lazy bast*rd and didn’t come five or ten minutes sooner. I might have been in the damn shower when the water slowed to a trickle. If I’m lucky, it will be back on in time for me to get cleaned up and do laundry before I work tonight at seven. It would be nice to have clean clothes to wear tomorrow.

Luckily I was looking at this as Bozo left, so my mood has lifted a little. My favorite is King James: Lost in Translation because it’s something I’ve often thought about myself. Enjoy.

Oh, and by the way…to quote Stewie from Family Guy: “It’s not so much that I want to kill him, it’s just, I want him not to be alive…anymore.” In all seriousness, he’s not horrible, but I have been less than impressed with his work. He’s managed to put a dent in my door and screw up the door frame of my bathroom, not to mention the stupid stall door he nearly demolished when we asked if it could be removed. He’s not always as inefficient as this case either, but it wouldn’t be a rant if I didn’t exaggerate a little, now would it.

Currently Playing: Seether – Driven Under, Flaw – Best I Am, Saliva – Rest in Pieces

Ode to the Nice Guys

This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to protect them from all the creepy guys, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments and give them anyway, for the guys who play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys acclaimed as boyfriend material but never end up as boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, unappreciated, and crushed, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, ignored, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a jerk and a player, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it, because you knew she didn’t want to hear what you thought. This is for the time she interrupted the greatest single life run you’d ever had on Halo to complain about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the drinks were awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “Oh, but we’re just friends!” regardless of how much it hurt you. And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyway. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And more disturbing, the nice guys are ignored far too often. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical and manipulative. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “I can’t, he deserves better” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, and your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

[I edited it a little]

Just When You Think You Know What’s Up

Wow.

There are some things in the world that a person just expects to remain constant. Some things have always been the way they are, and the chances of them changing seems very slim. I mean, there’s always that possibility, don’t get me wrong, but you figure it is so remote it will never happen. You assume it’s rock solid.

Then someone goes and changes things on you. That someone knows what I’m talking about (if you don’t know right now what I’m talking about, it’s not you). And before you get all weirded out by this, finish reading. It’s not that I think change is a bad thing, in fact it can be quite wonderful. I really don’t know what to think yet. First one change, then another (a big one!) is revealed and suddenly the picture becomes much larger than previously thought. And everything is different. Or is it? Maybe it is still very much the same. It’s hard to digest it all, and I really haven’t decided what I think yet.

I’m sorry for those of you that don’t know what this is about. It probably makes absolutely no sense. Maybe that’s even true for those that do know…Anyway, I guess my point is that nothing in life should be taken for granted. Those pillars in your life that you think will always stand tall, someone might come in and knock them over one day. Now maybe those pillars were blocking a beautiful view and it’s actually a wonderful thing that they are gone. On the other hand, perhaps they were holding up the roof, and now it’s threatening to collapse.

One more thing. Believe in your friends. And more importantly, don’t give your friends a reason not to believe in you. Trust that you can tell them anything without fear of being judged, but that you’ll get an honest opinion and friendly advice in return. Don’t let all that other…stuff…hold you back, whatever it may be. If you’re lucky, they’ll return the favor.