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July 31, 2008

I’ve been driving Mom’s car without her permission. Shh!

My closest relatives live in Chico now, but I didn’t grow up there. My little sister discovered it on the family’s behalf when she was admitted to its California State University campus (NSFW: a highly rated party school, incidentally).

“Families aren’t democracies,” said Daddie Dearest, may he rest in peace. If that’s true, I don’t see why the common boundaries of personal ownership apply within them. No democracy, no rule of law!

A few weeks ago, I muscled and guilt-tripped my way into my mother’s guest bedroom here in Chico. At 36, I’m a refugee of my own war against my parents. I have had trouble seeing my rational self-interest in doing grownup stuff like driving and keeping an apartment clean. In the past ten years, I’ve been kicked out of two apartments for failing to take care of them. Soon I’ll find a place to live on the northern California coast somewhere, more on which in a future post. Naturally, I’m allowing Mom’s eagerness to be rid of me push her into managing the logistics of the move, heh heh. I’m too busy with my fun stuff to handle more than the bare minimum.

When I was in my teens, Mom called me “opinionated” and “arrogant” because I didn’t believe as firmly as the cowards around me that misery loves company. I think of my parents as war criminals for forcing me to endure schoolyard bullying, paramilitary gym classes, witless bureaucracy, and brain-numbing homework in the American public school system. By 16, I was mentally whipped and beaten enough to refuse to avail myself of a summer job or a driver’s license out of helplessness and spite. A pattern had set in.

In my mid-twenties, I finally got around to a driver’s license. But I used it only to drive my black Honda Helix motor scooter. After a few years, one injury, and many humiliating incidents of panic and cowardice on the road, I sold the damn thing. I’ve been wheelless since about 2000. To make a long story short, Mom has refused me permission to drive her Jeep Grand Cherokee because of my lack of recent experience. Ah, but not everyone needs to be a coward just because she is. What can she do, ground me?

Most American schools are run so stupidly and condescendingly (as opposed to what is possible) that they can suck the joy out of learning anything—even literature, science, or driving. My alienation from the automobile has felt like a kind of anorexia. It’s hard to describe the self-doubt, confusion, and guilt that arise from the passionlessness. It’s hard to describe the joy of actually wanting to drive now. Appetite brings purpose to life.

Playboy models know well the soul’s mysterious obligation to go behind parents’ backs. I appreciate the wisdom of their example. Those young ladies are still older than I am.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 8:36 AM

June 17, 2008

An open letter to Dr. Drew’s teenage daughters

Playboy: It’s a scary world out there. What’s it like with your triplets being 15? That’s the age when all the sex, drinking and drugs kick in, right?

[Dr. Drew] Pinsky: I’m less freaked out about the sex than about drugs and alcohol.... I don’t think kids ever tell you if they’re using drugs and alcohol, but I put it on record that if there’s even a hint of something, I will bring the whole thing down. I’ll have their asses hauled in by the police.

Playboy: So you’re not one of those parents who say “You can drink as long as it’s under my roof”?

Pinsky: To me that’s the worst kind of parenting. Drink here but not there? Please! It becomes “You can drink everywhere,” because that’s how the adolescent brain works. Kids need very clear boundaries. My thing is, if you do something illegal, you’re going to jail and I’m not bailing you out. And they know I’ve got perfect radar, too....

Playboy: What’s your history of drug use?

Pinsky: Mine personally? Because my kids may read this, I’m going to follow the advice I give to parents, which is that talking to your kids about what you did or did not do as an adolescent is the equivalent of issuing them a license to pick up where you left off. I guarantee you. I’ve been through this thousands of times. When parents tell their kids, “Well, I experimented with pot when I was 15, but that was all,” the kids will think, Of course I’m going to experiment with pot. They did it; why shouldn’t I? It would be hypocritical.

Playboy: So what do you say to kids?

Pinsky: You say “We don’t talk about it.”

Playboy: Come on! Tell kids that and they immediately think it means you did it!

Pinsky: When the child hears that, it has an entirely different impact on his behavior than my saying “Let me tell you about my experience.” If you did or didn’t do drugs, it’s not up for discussion. Don’t lie to your kids—never do that—but you aren’t obliged to tell them everything.
Playboy Interview, July 2008

Hello, ladies! I don’t care what the state of California says about you as “minors.” If you let me, I would gladly buy you beer and cigarettes. I’m not kidding. Having been politically abused by your sanctimonious father, you’re entitled to self-medication.

The kernel of truth in parental anxieties about teenage sex and drug use is that postpubescent adults (i.e. 15-year-olds) need intergenerational dialogue to behave wisely and safely. Don’t take it personally when your dad spoils any hope for dialogue by condescending in his attitude towards your “adolescent brains.” No discovery in cognitive neuroscience will ever “prove,” for instance, that teens should abstain from alcohol. This is for the same reason that science can never “prove” the correct highway speed limit: the relevant political question always boils down to management of conflicting value judgments.

I don’t doubt your father’s honest wish to keep people safe with the value judgments he imposes on the supposedly diseased brains of teenagers, alcoholics, abuse survivors, and so on. The trouble is that he is a civil-liberties moron. If he had to actually think about that stuff, his brain would herniate. OK, fine, there are some bad brains.

So how about it, ladies?

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 11:20 AM

June 1, 2008

Hi, Mom! You do the worrying; I’ll do the partying.

According to a Hindu proverb, it takes a thorn to remove a thorn. I’m finally getting over the “Why did they always tell me I’m wrong?” thing by being told by Someone Else (through A Course in Miracles) that, in a manner of speaking, I’m literally always wrong. Meanwhile, I’m also getting kicked out of my apartment just when I’m preparing to go to the Playboy Mansion for the third time. But God’s grace has provided an elegant solution in the division of labor according to comparative advantage. You do the worrying; I’ll do the partying.

After the party, I’ll need a cheap place to live while I plan necessary changes in my life. It might as well be your guest bedroom, so you should expect me there in mid-June. Because of my criminal record for ill-advised scuffles with cops just a few years ago, I warn you against “teaching me a lesson” with another arrest. California’s “three strikes” law could mean disaster after that. If you have to worry about something, worry about that. You do the worrying; I’ll do the partying.

Don’t try to make me go to rehab; I won’t go, go, go. Although I know that I can’t afford to deny the consequences of my behavior, I categorically refuse to medicalize my behavior in any way. I acknowledge no “disease” of any kind for which I need to take twelve steps or any variation thereof. Besides, I’m already doing superbly with the do-it-yourself spiritual program I’m on. You do the worrying; I’ll do the partying.

You don’t have to believe in Rousseau’s doctrine of the Noble Savage to recognize the tyranny of America’s public schools. When I remember the slavery of homework that you helped bind me to—the unnecessary anxiety, guilt, shame, boredom, and sense of impending failure all the way—I feel no compunction whatsoever farming out my worries to you. You do the worrying; I’ll do the partying.

Nobody’s guilt trip about my “growing up slowly” can discourage me. All I can say in reply is that I’ve been doing the best I know how all along. By logical necessity, this ends the argument. You do the worrying; I’ll do the partying.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 8:13 AM

December 28, 2007

Another brain-science story teases with false hope of a “solution” to a public-policy dilemma

In this particular instance, the dilemma is the very real one of age of majority, specifically in relation to the death penalty. But for anyone who wants subtle wisdom in the complicated relationship between the new discoveries about the brain and political science, I recommend either How the Mind Works or The Blank Slate, both by Steven Pinker. (I haven’t had a close look at The Stuff of Thought yet, I admit.)

By the way, both of those books tend generally to strengthen the libertarian point of view. Just saying.

My point about age of majority, specifically, is that it’s like a highway speed limit. Science alone can never give us the “right” answer to the question, since it will always be a collective pragmatic trade-off between public safety and the comfort and convenience of speedy travel (or whatever the dilemma in human values that happens to rankle everybody). Sorry, utopians, but there you go.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 1:06 PM

November 11, 2007

Think your kid’s puberty is funny? YouTube shows how much you are hated.

How do I know? Because this diabolical musical variation on Steven Spielberg’s War of the Worlds looks so much like the sadistic glee of the two dipshits who gave me life in teasing me in public on a difficult subject during a difficult time. Not coincidentally, it’s the sadistic glee I take in publishing this post, too. This is a scene of grand-scale science-fiction violence with imagery clearly intended to evoke the terrorist attacks of 9/11. Sensitive persons, you know the drill.


Naturally, Wikipedia can tell you everything you didn’t know you would enjoy knowing about “Yakety Sax” (not to be confused with the less interesting “Yakety Yak” by the Coasters).

For another inspired take on extraterrestrials extra-tyrannicals, read here.

Update, June 15, 2008, 5:37 p.m.: Probably the fourth time all the way through for me, the Spielberg version of the Wells novel is as good as I remember.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 12:07 AM

October 19, 2007

Guerrilla warfare has done for me what psychotherapy never could

A month ago tomorrow, I changed the outgoing message of my phone answering machine, making it even angrier than it had been. It was good for me. I think I’ll keep it.

In a certain manner of speaking, a poltergeist invades my psychic space several times a day. After learning too well the lessons in spinelessness of America’s oppressive public school system, I accumulated countless memories of failing to resist abuses of authority—even at home. Too many memories of one’s own cowardice, and the world becomes a scary place all the time. Minor setbacks and frustrations in everyday life become sources of great terror, confusion, shame, guilt, and rage. When I hesitate unreasonably out of these feelings, I sometimes make horrible new memories of being a coward, too.

In 2007, middle-class Americans are expected to take their unseemly emotions to a therapist’s office. But I say no. In the spirit of my anti-therapy post of yesterday, I reaffirm my right to take my madness to the streets instead. My suffering is not my problem alone. My suffering is the entire community’s problem. Otherwise, a lot of squeaky wheels may never get greased.

Besides the political argument against therapy, I now have an empirical, practical one. This past month, I’ve felt stronger, more effectual, and more capable than ever. I have every reason to believe the trend will continue. As a therapy veteran, I think a therapist who would have endorsed my angry phone message, or anticipated its benefits, before the fact would be hard to find. To paraphrase Dickens, therapy is an ass.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 8:58 PM

August 23, 2007

Don’t get the wrong idea about that recent Hit & Run comment

I just became aware of a potentially embarrassing mistake I made commenting on Reason magazine’s blog, Hit & Run. The potential confusion arises from the unusual fact that my blog’s “About Me” paragraph in the sidebar says something totally different from the equivalent space on my Blogger profile page.

Unfortunately, without knowledge of said unusual fact, some people might get the wrong idea, depending on which link they followed first, from my comment on a post about Rudy Giuliani:
Brian Sorgatz | August 21, 2007, 3:07pm | #

Giuliani is a fucking pig. I know his type all too well. Unfortunately, I was raised by one. (Read under the “About Me” heading.)
To clarify, I didn’t mean to call Hugh Hefner a pig in any figurative or, um, literal manner of speaking.

Self-released blog dish: The “About Me” paragraph as it reads here will soon change, too.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 3:52 PM

July 31, 2007

Amanda Marcotte’s road to hell paved with empathy

While researching my previous post, I browsed left-wing feminist blogger Amanda Marcotte’s recent work. It reminded me of why I get so angry at people who seem to think they own the patent on compassion while they support policies that unintentionally hurt the less fortunate.

I discovered Marcotte when she publicly called me a loser because I write a libertarian blog about Playboy. Still, she implicitly claims to feel sorry for me in this passage from a more recent post:
Update: August Pollak alerted me to an article in Campus Progress about the [Independent Women’s Forum] conference [on campus sex and dating], an article that seems a bit more honest about the ugly sexism on display. Contrary to my theory that men act like dicks a lot of the time because they’re living under some pretty ugly pressures, the ladies at IWF seem to think that men were born dogs. But you know, having an empathetic attitude towards male feelings [serves as] evidence that one is a man-hater. You only love men if you see them as no better than leg-humping dogs.

I can’t say why exactly Allison Kasic of the IWF fascinates me so much. I think it’s because she’s smart enough to have clued into the fact that there’s [something] disillusioning and miserable about the attitudes of so many young men towards young women, but she comes to the exact wrong conclusion about how to handle the issue, arguing that instead of combating the misogyny that’s handed down to young men as a birthright, we reinforce the sexist notion that female sexuality is more of a commodity than a set of autonomous female desires. She’s got a write-up of [the] IWF sex conference that the evil sleeper cell [right-]winger Dr. Drew [Pinsky] spoke at, and it’s just a train wreck of false assumptions and pie-in-the-sky hopes about how to coerce a less contemptuous attitude towards women from the frateratti.

[Personally, I don’t see Dr. Drew as belonging to the cultural right. Instead, he’s one of our too many vaguely left-leaning public-health busybodies. But as I explained in an earlier post, one shouldn’t expect Dr. Drew to have very consistent political convictions on anything. Now I’ll let Marcotte speak for herself some more.]

By the way, to calm the nerves that a paragraph like the before invariably ruffles, I’m not saying all college age men are pigs. But it’s been my experience that there’s a lot of pressure on men when they’re younger to demonstrate a certain level of contempt for young women in order to satisfy their male peers that they’re all man. As they get older, their priorities shift and some of the compulsive misogyny falls away for a lot of guys that were only into it half-heartedly. But when you’re actually in college, sometimes the amount of pressure on men to be disdainful towards women can be stifling. In fact, my heart goes out on a level to a lot of young men who find themselves in a situation where respect for women is simply incompatible with having camaraderie with men in college. It’s this tension that I think is driving a lot of the unhappiness with men coming from the college women at this conference that Kasic talks about.
Ah, but does Marcotte really know what empathy is? In opposing school choice, she effectively favors a public-school monopoly for America’s poor and middle-income families, who have much less discretionary income for private schooling than wealthier families. Let them eat cake, indeed. Besides the direct name-calling I’ve already mentioned, I believe I have good reasons to take her stance on school as a lack of true empathy for me, thank you very much:

1.) As time goes on, every wise and honest person will eventually recognize Judith Rich Harris as the Copernicus of child development. To the degree that misogyny among American men is the problem Marcotte says it is, it must be because of the way American boys children* socialize each other—and not a direct consequence of the way American parents treat their boys.

2.) Jokes about schoolyard bullying, even as presented in entertainments like The Simpsons and A Christmas Story, may become even more ambiguously funny after a study of Harris. After all, jokes about prison rape aren’t necessarily funny, either. It’s obviously not the moral equivalent, but the difference is only a matter of degree.

3.) In light of Harris’ scholarship, my seemingly endless guilt over my failure to stand up to my father when he was alive is certainly the effect, not the cause, of having such a horrible time with the brutal machismo of the public junior high school locker room. The only way I knew to preserve my self-respect in the face of the assault on it was to feel superior by being the biggest goody two-shoes in the room. Unfortunately, the ruse corrupted me until I was too sheepish in the face of authority, and too lacking in personal ambition, to grow up gracefully and become an unbitter adult. In principle, Marcotte surely hates that locker-room culture as much as I did. But since public-school gym class is too stupid and cruel to survive the rigors of a free market in education—especially if I had my way and teenagers weren’t the new niggers—she aids in the oppression of millions of young people of both sexes.

4.) Alarmingly, Marcotte doesn’t seem to worry about the creep-up in legal age of majority that has taken place for the last few generations of Americans. Compulsory high school is an historical aberration (like marijuana prohibition, cough). It shouldn’t be such a sacred cow across the political spectrum. Andrew Sullivan has made the mistake of supporting it, but somehow I wouldn’t expect him to play the more-empathic-than-thou game in debate about it that Marcotte does about feminism. (For the record, I support Playboy’s good-faith effort to ensure a minimum employee age of 18.) Five days out of every week are a needless sorority initiation for millions of girls during the difficult early years of puberty. Meanwhile, the heart of the teacher’s pet bleeds for 18-year-olds who get drunk and expose their breasts for Girls Gone Wild. The child is father to the man—and to the woman, too. (Sorry, ghost of Emily Dickinson, but you were right about long dashes being so much fun.)

5.) My credibility gap between Marcotte and Sullivan lies in the respective presence and absence of the Blank Slate doctrine in the mind of each. Between the two, Sullivan shows more respect for the influence of evolutionary psychology and behavioral genetics on our policy debates. Nineteenth-century racists and sexists thought those sciences were on their side; twentieth-century racists and other dangerous idealists (Hitler, Stalin, Mao Zedong, Pol Pot, Woodrow Wilson) are exposed as fools by them. (And yes, the sexual revolution which Playboy heralded has sometimes had Blank Slate conceits of its own, although I still don’t think that that revolution has always been wrong.)

Marcotte’s compassion for me as a man is at best the compassion of the elephant for the merchandise in a china shop. Her intellectual clumsiness makes the analogy fair. I already know that I can’t trust her to see my fascination with Playboy as something other than a kind of brainwashing. I don’t need her “empathetic” missionary work to save my tribe from devil worship. If that’s her agenda, can anyone blame me for resenting it?

By the way, the Playmate mentioned in the blog post that Marcotte favorably links to in her anti-GGW rant is Miss March 1987, Marina Baker (her Playboy Cyber Club [workers of the world, beware of breasts] headshot):

Baker is 39 now, and probably still smokin’ hot. Marcotte is pretty cute, in case that’s at all germane. But since she seems so militant about its possible effect on her credibility (“God knows someone like me could never just, oh, put up some erotic pictures of myself without losing all credibility forever amen”), I won’t post her photo here.

More dirt on Marcotte

*Update, 2:57 p.m.: I’m truly embarrassed by the sexism of my original draft.

Update, December 4, 2007, 8:38 p.m.: For a few months, the Baker JPEG was missing. Now it’s back.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 1:23 PM

July 18, 2007

Garcelle Beauvais pictorial: what can brown do to a guy?

The Haitian-born actress and August 2007 Playboy cover girl is a truly deserving candidate for a celebrity pictorial. Her youthful 40-year-old body holds a rare and devastating abundance of both womanly curves and Amazon muscle tone. In an alternate timeline, she could have been a widely celebrated exotic dancer. As it is in our version of history, she now confesses to an underage stint serving guests of the New York Playboy Club as Bunny Garcelle in the mid-1980s. Luckily for all, photographer Stephen Wayda knows how to chronicle by suggestion what might have been.

In most of the photos, Wayda complements the brown tones of the model’s skin, eyes, and hair with plenty of brown in her surroundings (on a ship, by the way, but that’s not so important). As is often said in aesthetic debates about color versus black and white in motion pictures, a scarcity of colors tends to accentuate line, shape, and form. The pinup genre has generally done well by using full color. But devices like this can help photography rival sculpture [not work-safe] as a loving expression of shape. (As the last link shows, we men never change. We’ll always love triplets.)

It’s not the only such trick this pictorial uses, either. By first visual impressions, a completely naked woman might just be a nudist on family vacation. But a mostly naked woman adorned in something very showy and elaborate is obviously out to drive the fellas a little crazy—and is therefore more likely to do so. In one pic, she stands with her back to the camera at a full-length (except for pelvic-level) mirror. Not only do the curves running symmetrically from her shoulders to her thighs identify Beauvais as the avatar of the muse of the Stradivari family. Not only does she tenderly rebuke our greedy eyeballs with an “oh, you dog” look through the mirror. She ensures total victory by wearing a tiny, elaborate, neo-Egyptian set of chains around her chest and midsection. In some photos, she has lost the chains and replaced them with rhinestones glued all over her body from the neck down. This is advanced weaponry, folks.

Erotica, though made just as historically necessary by the human nervous system as music, may always have more difficulty traveling across subcultures of sexual morality in a diverse society like the United States. A very sexual musical form like rock and roll can easily outpace erotica at its almost mildest. Still, in its own way, cheesecake photography may turn out to be as formally complex and precise as tonal harmony in Western classical and popular music. And if it’s such a joy to let Johann Sebastian Bach mess with our heads, why not let Hugh Hefner do it, too?

Since bootlegs of Beauvais’ exclusive Cyber Club shots are all over the internet already, I would feel like a nerd if I didn’t post one of them. I give you the one that Playboy Enterprises’ lawyers will least mind me stealing, of course:

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 5:36 PM

May 4, 2007

Playboy refuses to apologize for admiring youthfulness

...[A]fter all of my complaining about recent playmates, 2006 has been an awesome year for them. Cassandra Lynn's perfect fakeness, Nicole Voss' old school beauty, Jordan Monroe's, Janine Habeck's & Sarah Elizabeth's 80's centerfold bodies (big real or realish boobs & hips!) Best year IMHO for a long time. One big "but" though, they kind of crossed the line with Sara Jean Underwood. Playboy isn't Barely Legal. Sara looks all of 13, if that. C'mon, she's posing with a teddy bear in one shot! Yes she's undeniably cute, but as my girlfriend said, she looks like a 12 year old Anna Kournikova.
—fellow blogger Robert Paulson, in a comment here

My friend is presumably disappointed by the news that Miss July 2006 has been crowned the 2007 Playmate of the Year. But if it’s not necessarily evil for me to admire 17-year-old Thora Birch’s breasts in American Beauty, then it’s not necessarily evil for me to admire the January 1958 Playboy centerfold of 16-year-old Elizabeth Ann Roberts (borderline work-safe: it’s not the centerfold itself). Underwood can’t help looking younger than 23 with her freckles, small stature, agreeably dainty physique, and fashionably hairless vulva. So what?

Having said that—and having suggested 14 as the legal age of majority—I think that Playboy Enterprises shows prudence, good taste, and compassion in setting 18 as the minimum age for its nude models. Adolescents of both sexes deserve some time to figure out their own sexuality before they make relatively irreversible decisions about it. But Underwood is now a wooomaaan, ba-bum-tshh, ba-bum-tshh.

By the way, the AP entertainment writer erroneously refers to some women as “former” Playmates. Would anyone call Muhammad Ali a former legend?

Update, 3:14 p.m.: Now is a good time to recommend Jacob Sullum’s review of Dian Hanson’s The History of Girly Magazines. It’s worth noting that a trouser-wearing hoochie mama of 1903 shocked and excited men by implying, in part, that “she was stepping outside her Heaven-ordained role as hand-maiden to man.” Every feminist wants women to have this prerogative, yet I would be surprised if I learned that the trouser models could count on more than lukewarm support from the bourgeois feminism of the day. Wouldn’t you?

Hanson mistakenly identifies “the very first pubic hair to appear on the American newsstand” as the work of Penthouse in 1970. Although Playboy’s centerfold proper showed it for the first time with Miss January 1971 (and 1972 PMOY) Liv Lindeland, a non-Playmate pictorial of Paula Kelly of Sweet Charity showed it in the August 1969 issue. But let’s not snicker at Sullum for not knowing that.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 11:59 AM

April 2, 2007

On teenage sexuality, Bill Maher can’t keep his story, um, straight

For the second time in a day, I get to smack down an age-of-majority hypocrite. If you hurry, you can still get Maher’s April Playboy interview from newsstands. This excerpt is for every nerd joke that every Reason subscriber has ever endured at the expense of an unclassical pseudoliberal:
Playboy: Would you support [Bill] Clinton [for president again if you could]?

Maher: Sure. He has a reputation as a party animal because of the Monica Lewinsky situation, but basically he’s a wonk. He can do Monica and run the country. He’s a multitasker. If he had been president when Katrina hit, he would have been in New Orleans three days before the storm. He wouldn’t have slept. Yes, he would have been getting blown—come on, Slick Willie in the Big Easy? He would have had some excellent étouffée. But he would have been working the whole time. I think the country has learned a lesson: If he can do the job, let the guy be who he is. People don’t care about sex.

Playboy: They cared about Mark Foley.

Maher: Monica Lewinsky was an adult. Foley went after boys. [sic: The 16-year-old in question was above the age of consent in the District of Columbia.] Actually, I wasn’t terribly taken aback by Foley. He was like a college professor, in a job where every year there’s a new wave of fresh meat. He would look over the field and decide. He probably had pretty good radar to know which kids were amenable. From the evidence we have, he tried to do something only after they were out of the page program. If a 19-year-old gay kid wants to go out with an older guy, why not? The guys his own age are probably dumb doofuses [sic: doofi].

Playboy: But even after leaving their jobs as pages, they were far younger than Foley.

Maher: Look, I’m a 51-year-old man, and I go out with girls in their early 20s. I’d be hypocritical if I said it’s ridiculous for a gay man to do that. I’m very libertarian about love. I’m the only guy I’ve ever heard who defends Mary Kay Letourneau.

Playboy: Are you saying teachers should be allowed to have sex with their 13-year-old students, as she did, and not go to jail?

Maher: I think it’s a little offbeat, but you know, I believe in the double standard. If a 28-year-old male teacher is screwing a 13-year-old girl, that’s a crime. But with Debra Lafave [another teacher who had sex with a student] screwing her 14-year-old boy student, the crime is that we didn’t get it on videotape. Was he being taken advantage of? I wish I had been taken advantage of like that. What a memory she gave him! I would think he’s a champion among his friends. Are you kidding? Even with Michael Jackson—

Playboy: You’re being remarkably open-minded.

Maher: Woody Allen is the one we might have been wrong about. I was pretty hard on him on my show, but how many years has his relationship continued? Maybe that, like Letourneau’s, was true love. If you look at him or Letourneau, who is still with the guy after her time in jail—they have two kids—the lesson is love will take the form it’s going to take. Sometimes it’s at great variance with the mainstream. I don’t think teachers should be allowed to do that. I think they should be fired. But to send that woman to jail and separate them all those years?
Libertarian about love? Bullshit, Bill. In context, your exception for teenage men and their older women is reverse puritanism at best.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 3:03 PM

Andrew Sullivan: freedom for me, but not for teens

Radley Balko and Andrew Sullivan have each given The New York Times’ David Brooks a good pounding for his defense of government growth under George W. Bush. Brooks had it coming, but Sullivan has revealed a chink in his own armor. According to a Yiddish proverb, a liar needs to have a good memory. Sullivan reminds me that a non-libertarian needs the same trait to avoid embarrassment about the forms of government meddling that he happens to like.

“I’m a small government Goldwater conservative, but I think compulsory high school education is worth the trade-off of freedom,” says Sullivan in passing. Ah, but of course, someone else’s freedom is always easy to trade off. (For example, the sodomy laws that the U.S. Supreme Court struck down just a few years ago were academic problems at worst for Sullivan’s conservative heterosexual friends.) Federal and state governments conveniently give teenagers only as much autonomy as soccer moms see fit to give them—even though societies where life as an adult is much harder have often considered their members adults at 14. What I’ve said about teenagers may be vulgar, but there is little hyperbole in it, I’m afraid.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 9:06 AM

March 12, 2007

Maybe Andy Rooney is a bigot after all

I’m not talking about the remarks attributed to him in emails, either. I’m talking about what he said last night on 60 Minutes. He’s come out in favor of the draft, which means he wants slavery for those born at the wrong time in history.

No type of war—not even a class war—justifies the draft.

A related earlier post:
The draft makes it easier, not harder, for politicians to wage dubious wars

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 10:11 AM

January 17, 2007

Show a friend a Playboy, get called a sex offender

Thanks to Hit and Run, I’ve learned of an unfortunate teenager in Arizona named Matthew Bandy. After being raided at his home in paramilitary fashion by police and hounded for two years by a cruel, sanctimonious district attorney on flimsy charges of downloading images of child pornography onto the family computer—which would have brought a 90-year prison term—Bandy was forced to plead guilty to showing a Playboy to another teenager (technically a crime). For this confession alone, attorney Andrew Thomas tried to force Bandy to register as a sex offender.

Two questions for my readers:

1.) Aren’t you glad this didn’t happen to you when you were Bandy’s age?

2.) Doesn’t this make Playboy look less like kitsch and more like a subversive publication?

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 1:00 PM

January 15, 2007

Prolonged adolescence comes from big government, not capitalism; accidentally, not on purpose

Anxious Grad Student left this comment on an earlier post:
Interesting post and I definitely agree with the assertion that US public education, and its evolution in our society into its current state and form, encourages a prolonged adolescent period which did not exist in human societies until our very modern period of institutional education. To take it further, perhaps you should discuss the inherent power structures established in secondary education and their relationship with the overarching power structures of our capitalistic republic and Western society in general. Particularly the relationship between authority figures and the emerging independent thinker our system is supposedly set up to produce, which in actuality is geared towards making citizens easier to control and manipulate.

Also - I wonder what your solution to the problem of institutional education would be.
Thanks for the post idea, AGS. I propose a two-part solution:

1.) Have the law treat teenagers less like children and more like adults in terms of both liberty and accountability.

2.) Privatize the entire education system. Compulsory, government-run schooling as we now know it—barely a century old—is a road to hell paved with good intentions. Not every civic impulse born of the Progressive Era deserves our ongoing respect. Jim Crow, a regrettably fitting example for Martin Luther King Day, is one of its bastard children. Even many radicals of the day, like Eugene V. Debs and Jack London, saw no problem with it. Left to more of its own devices, the free market would almost certainly have weakened racism, and it could do much to liberate teens. Our system isn’t too capitalistic; it’s not capitalistic enough.

In related news, the bureaucracy of the Food and Drug Administration, another spawn of the Progressives, almost killed an entire family of six.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 4:52 PM

December 26, 2006

Left-wing puritanism in Ms. magazine’s “No Comment” section

“A number of companies have removed offensive ads in response to your feedback. Keep writing and calling the offending advertisers at their contact information above.”—Ms., Fall 2006, p. 80

The editors of Ms. would certainly deny having anything important in common with the boycott-happy Christianists of the American Family Association. But consider the damning evidence on the back page of every issue. “No Comment” shows miniature reprints of newspaper and magazine ads that supposedly degrade women enough to require angry letters and phone calls. With a few remotely possible exceptions, the outrage reinforces the stereotype of the humorless feminist. An ad can offend merely by associating a product with the sensual appeal of the female form or laughing at the foibles of human sexuality. Some might seem to glorify violence against women—if you’re determined to see that message in them. Does this ad for Royal Elastics shoes, blacklisted in the summer 2005 Ms., encourage men to kick women in the head? Was the “crushed flower” sniffed on one occasion by animated superhero Mighty Mouse actually cocaine, as AFA chairman Rev. Donald Wildmon alleged with about as much plausibility?

In some cases, the offensiveness is as hard to discern as the subliminal dirty pictures Wilson Bryan Key finds in the ice cubes of liquor ads (Key makes Wildmon look like an amateur). In fall 2006, Ms. wagged its finger at American Apparel’s ad with a photograph of an attractive young woman of Indian and Pakistani heritage under the caption “India meets Pakistan.” I wondered and wondered why anyone but the Church Lady would take offense at the very mildly titillating image. It turns out that it contains racism and pedophilia detectable only with specialized lab equipment. AA’s website seems to have deleted its photos of that particular model in response to the controversy. But as I write, it still has the guts to post a similar ad. Kudos.

“No Comment” is not unusual in its “progressive” prudery. The “liberal” battles against tobacco, fast food, and breast implants are waged under the same banner. For further explanation of how moralists (like mystics) all speak the same language, try this article by Radley Balko for the very unpuritanical Reason.

Update, December 29, 2006, 12:26 p.m.: I have answered Pandagon.net’s criticism of this post.

A related earlier post:
Playboy is more feminist than some feminists

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 9:46 PM

November 20, 2006

The draft makes it easier, not harder, for politicians to wage dubious wars

“There’s no question in my mind that this president and this administration would never have invaded Iraq, especially on the flimsy evidence that was presented to the Congress, if indeed we had a draft and members of Congress and the administration thought that their kids from their communities would be placed in harm’s way,” says Congressman Charles Rangel of New York.

I very much doubt it. As Thomas DiLorenzo at LewRockwell.com has observed, the saddest irony of Rangel’s endorsement of involuntary servitude is that he happens to be black. Considering the misery-loves-company mentality by which parents rationalize the time-wasting, humiliating drudgery of high school for their own teenagers, I don’t believe the older generation can be trusted with the power to force the younger generation to pay for its geopolitical fuck-ups.

As a thought experiment, consider what would have happened if the crowned heads of Europe had been politically incapable of conscripting their subjects in 1914 or thereafter. Some unfortunate young men might still have been swept up in early war mania and volunteered for service in the trenches, but their leaders would have had so much trouble replacing them that peace would soon become the only option. Almost certainly, the madness of war wouldn’t have lasted long enough to beget the madness of the Treaty of Versailles, which begot the madness of Hitler and another war. The twentieth century would have been much happier.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 7:26 AM

October 7, 2006

Naomi at Martian Anthropologist thinks I’m a Bible-thumper

brian423: we’re bored with you. Simple as that. Obviously, we’re not going to follow your link, nor are we going to visit your website.

You get your info from tainted, biased-against-reality, regressive/repressive sources.

As your religious institutions atrophy and crumble from lack of relevance in the 21st century, you’ll be left with nothing.

Unless you renounce your addiction, you’ll be on your own. But we do have a nice 12-step recovery program for you, if you’re interested.

Now, go back to your bibble-study. Your heaven is waiting for you...

Naomi
What did the author of Reflections on Playboy do to deserve this unlikely abuse? The post is about a 17–year-old woman who was easily persuaded to get into the parked car of a 38–year-old male stranger impersonating a police officer. She safely left the car a few minutes later, but not before giving him her address, phone number, and parents’ names. A comment penned by “reaper” called her a “dumbass.” Naomi more or less agreed, adding that only a Christian could be so stupid:
Fundie Alert: the next section will contain ideas that will cause extreme distress!

Blind, unquestioning obedience starts in church! Well, maybe in church-y families...

Twenty bucks say her parents were interviewed and stated, “God saved our daughter from that monster”, or something along those lines.

No, I didn’t google(tm) it, so that’s just a guess. But we all know how commonplace it is to thank him for “delivering from evil”; conversely, he never gets blamed for “delivering to evil”. Why is that?

Come on, xtians! This is right up your alley. Reminder: this is, for the most part, an atheist blog. So if we drag theism into the discussion of an Oklahoma mayor (whose wife posed “largely” nude on the Internets), why can’t we drag it into this topic? (The Rapid City SD mayor, arrested at the Iowa State Fair, did not meet our standards for blaming gaud...)

Naomi [italics and bold in the original]
I contributed this comment:
reaper, you’re blaming the victim.

Naomi, you’re placing blame on the wrong institution. Most likely, the young woman got in the car because compulsory schooling has led her to believe she is still a child. If you don’t believe me, please read my call for teenage liberation. (I thank TerraPraeta for making me aware of this post of yours.)
From that, Naomi jumped to the conclusion that I study the bibble, whatever that is. Despite its misleading title, she knew instantly that Reflections on Playboy is a “fundie” site. She already knows everything about all opposing points of view.

Where does self-righteousness come from? Religion per se doesn’t create it, or else atheists like Naomi wouldn’t show it. Some historians of philosophy blame Platonism, but I don’t buy that theory, either. The tragedy of Hippolytus, a polytheistic study of a self-righteous man, was first produced at about the time that Plato was born. To be so inspired, Euripides must have seen self-righteousness around him even then. “Indeed, the problem with Homo sapiens may not be that we have too little morality,” says cognitive scientist (and atheist) Steven Pinker. “The problem may be that we have too much.” My source for the quote—however tainted it may seem to Naomi—is “The Sanctimonious Animal,” chapter 15 of his book The Blank Slate. Whether or not they’ll admit it, atheists are just as capable of intolerant fanaticism as the rest of us.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 3:06 PM

October 4, 2006

Mark Foley is a hypocrite—and not one of the good ones

“Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue,” said François de la Rochefoucauld. Conservative intellectuals frequently use this quotation to defend hypocrisy as a way for morally fallible human beings to pay lip service to the good even when they lack the strength to live it. For example, a congregation is none the less wise to accept the preacher’s advice against stealing when said preacher turns out to have a shoplifting habit. The defense applies to some instances of hypocrisy, but not all. Former Congressman Mark Foley’s instant-messaging scandal is one that, in my opinion, La Rochefoucauld’s argument cannot redeem.

The distinction between “good” and “bad” hypocrisy hinges on whether the act proscribed (and perpetrated) by the hypocrite is truly wrong or merely a target of moral panic. The closet homosexual who beats up known or suspected homosexuals is becoming an unambiguous example of the latter category in the United States. In my last post, I deplored our society’s general treatment of teenagers as children rather than adults. Foley’s online paramour has reached the age of consent in the District of Columbia and most states (but not my home state of California, which doesn’t deserve its reputation for social liberalism). The affair may be somewhat irresponsible because of the interpersonal tension it could generate in a work environment, but it shouldn’t be a crime. And yet it is a crime, thanks to the karmically challenged Foley. At Reason Online, Kerry Howley explains:
If charges are leveled, they’ll likely be based on broad legislation inked by the man himself. It’s a safe bet that any law with a kid’s name in it will overreach, and the Adam Walsh Child Protection and Safety Act is no exception. The law, a hodgepodge of a response to MySpace panic, strikes at everything from hawking “date rape drugs” over the tubes to the use of “misleading domain names.” It penalizes the solicitation of all minors—everyone under 18—despite the fact that the age of consent is two years lower in most states. Merely channeling an invitation through the magic of fiberoptic cables is a federal crime.
Bill Clinton was similarly hoist with his own petard: the resurgent feminism that helped get him elected in 1992 also wrote the overreaching sexual-harassment law that later threatened his presidency. One need not be conservative or religious to hypermoralize.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 5:56 PM

February 9, 2006

I deeply resent my schooling—and you should resent yours

This is another of the confessional posts I feel a need to write from time to time.

In September 1980, at the age of eight, on my first day of the third grade, I decided that my teachers were my friends. With all its fateful consequences, this was the worst mistake I ever made.

Before that day, I had constantly rebelled against authority at school. In the first grade, I wouldn’t stay in my se