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October 3, 2008

“The Force” to be reckoned with is Bai Ling

If you’re a heterosexual man and you don’t know how to admire small breasts, you need to get a clue already, you ungrateful philistine. In aesthetic terms, those stacks of fatty tissue are essentially jewel cases for the nipples, anyway. Why not build a repertoire of variety of taste? Pretty adjectives like dainty, svelte, and lithe were made to describe beauty like Bai Ling’s as caught by photographer Stephen Wayda for the June 2005 Playboy.

Bai (no condescension here: surnames come first in Chinese) is known as an incorrigible pleasure-seeker, and her life story demonstrates the heroism that a pleasure-seeking disposition is capable of. Her past as a mental patient in the People’s Republic of China reveals intelligence, sensitivity, and self-respect. The Chinese have a great legacy of philosophy and literature, but only a worthless bore could tolerate the repression of that society now. Sometimes, people show valor by going mad. Americans who medicalize madness in all its forms—Dr. Drew Pinsky, anyone?—should look in the mirror and ask themselves how Maoist they are.

Arguably, the entire universe hums constantly with the sound of divine energy. Hinduism symbolizes this as the Sanskrit syllable “Om.” The drone of a didgeridoo has been said to symbolize it. When I’m stoned enough, I’m convinced that the hum of a lightsaber in Star Wars, the invention of sound designer Ben Burtt, serves equally well to symbolize it. Cartoon Network’s run of Star Wars–themed programming these days (the Family Guy tribute, the Robot Chicken tribute, The Clone Wars) encourages me to pay tribute to Bai, a Jedi knight for liberated sensuality.

Earlier Star Wars geekery on this blog:
!lavitsef mlif esrever–ni–sraW ratS a evah s‘teL .derob m‘I
The year before I was born, in a city thousands of miles away: the Jedi Bunny of my dreams
Escape from Thanksgiving—to the world of Star Wars fan films

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 1:53 PM

August 24, 2008

Ten-second (positive) movie review: The House Bunny

This is what I’ve just memoed to my Netflix friends:

[FOUR STARS]

Legally Blonde meets Revenge of the Nerds. Hugh Hefner gets a good deal of screen time—and he’s a totally decent actor. Anna Faris is superb!

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 1:59 PM

July 10, 2008

All it needs is a “Plop!” sound effect at the end

Folks, if you don’t find it hilarious to shout “Plop!” at the end of this Tammy Wynette/Naomi Watts/Peter Jackson fan video by YouTuber Peter Warkentin, you have a heart of stone. (But I’m not totally unsentimental. I admit my eyes misted during WALL-E.)

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 9:53 AM

July 4, 2008

What sort of founder of America would have read Playboy if it had existed then?

Benjamin Franklin, to name at least one. In 1745, he wrote this letter:
To my dear Friend:

I know of no Medicine fit to diminish the violent Natural Inclinations you mention; and if I did, I think I should not communicate it to you. Marriage is the proper remedy. It is the most natural state of Man, and therefore the State in which you are most likely to find solid Happiness. Your Reasons against entering into it at Present appear to me not well founded. The circumstantial Advantages you have in View by postponing it, are not only uncertain, but they are small in comparison with that of the Thing itself, the being married and settled. It is the Man and Woman united that makes the compleat human being. Separate, she wants his Force of Body and Strength of Reason; he, her softness, Sensibility, and acute Discernment. Together they are more likely to succeed in the World. A single Man has not nearly the Value he would have in the State of Union. He is an incomplete Animal. He resembles the odd Half of a Pair of scissars. If you get a prudent, healthy Wife, your Industry in your Profession, with her good Economy, will be a Fortune sufficient.

But if you will not take this Counsel and persist in thinking a Commerce with the Sex inevitable, then I repeat my former Advice, that in all your Amours you should prefer old Women to young ones. You call this a Paradox and demand my Reasons. They are these:

1. Because they have more Knowledge of the World, and their Minds are better stor’d with Observations, their Conversation is more improving, and more lastingly agreeable.

2. Because when Women cease to be handsome they study to be good. To maintain their Influence over Men, they supply the Diminution of Beauty by an Augmentation of Utility. They learn to do a thousand Services small & great, and are the most tender and useful of Friends when you are sick. Thus they continue amiable. And hence there is hardly such a Thing to be found as an old Woman who is not a good Woman.

3. Because there is no Hazard of Children, which irregularly produc’d may be attended with much Inconvenience.

4. Because through more Experience they are more prudent and discreet in conducting an Intrigue to prevent Suspicion. The Commerce with them is therefore safer with regard to your Reputation. And with regard to theirs, if the Affair should happen to be known, considerate People might be rather inclined to excuse an old Woman, who would kindly take Care of a young Man, form his Manners by her good Counsels, and prevent his ruining his Health & fortune among mercenary Prostitutes.

5. Because in every Animal that walks upright the Deficiency of the Fluids that fill the Muscles appears first in the highest Part. The Face first grows lank and wrinkled; then the Neck; then the Breast and Arms; the lower Parts continuing to the last as plump as ever: so that covering all above with a Basket, and regarding only what is below the girdle, it is impossible of two Women to tell an old one from a young one. And as in the Dark all Cats are grey, the Pleasure of Corporal Enjoyment with an old Woman is at least equal, and frequently superior; every Knack being, by Practice, capable of Improvement.

6. Because the Sin is less. The debauching a Virgin may be her Ruin, and make her for Life unhappy.

7. Because the Compunction is less. The having made a young girl miserable may give you frequent bitter Reflection; none of which can attend the making an old Woman happy.

8th and lastly. They are so grateful!!!

Thus much for my Paradox. But still I advise you to marry directly; being sincerely


Your Affectionate Friend,
Benjamin Franklin
I like to think that Franklin’s buddy found himself the colonial equivalent of Shirley Jones as the unforgettable silver fox in Grandma’s Boy (photo credit: MTV.com).

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 8:43 AM

June 23, 2008

George Carlin, 1937-2008

Well, shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits! George Carlin was one of the great transgressors of American comedy along with the likes of Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, and Sarah Silverman. I’ll miss him.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 7:16 AM

June 21, 2008

Aren’t giantess YouTubes hot?

Charlie Brown of the overrated comic strip Peanuts is a pussy, not an antihero. Every time Lucy Van Pelt moves the football out of the way before he can kick it, I want to say to her what Palpatine says to nine-year-old Anakin at the end of The Phantom Menace: “We will watch your career with great interest.” In the spirit of admiration, not resentment, of female strength, let’s watch some giantess videos.

YouTuber Jesper611 admits he didn’t make this video, but we can all thank him for uploading “Annah Grows”:


Dude, Where’s My Car? ends with Miss October 1999–turned–2000 Playmate of the Year Jodi Ann Paterson as a giantess. Unfortunately, the music video of this scene to “I Feel the Earth Move” by Carole King has disappeared from YouTube, so I’ll make do with the scene straight from the movie (thanks, Megagrey):

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 9:45 AM

May 22, 2008

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 6:50 PM

May 9, 2008

Respect Jayde Nicole. She’s the Playmate of the Year.

Without irony or hesitation, I respect the tattoo of the word respect a few inches below the navel of Miss January 2007. It asserts itself gracefully enough to become a self-fulfilling prophecy. I wouldn’t dare disrespect it.

I’m no fan of affirmative action, but I’ll make an exception for brunette Playmates of the Year.

This is the perfect segue to Mr. “Respect” himself, Ali G, leading a panel discussion on pornography:

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 4:40 PM

February 7, 2008

All that and brains, too: beautiful Jeopardy! champion Jennah Durant

Am I just a Shallow Hal for noticing that Dallas public-affairs specialist Jennah Durant is beautiful as well as intelligent? I was looking forward to the two-day champion’s third game on Tuesday, February 5. Unfortunately, my local TV station aired coverage of the presidential primaries instead. Damn! You can’t tell from the headshot, but she has a lovely physique. (In her third game, she lost the championship by finishing second to Babatope Ogunmola.)

I believe my conscience is clear. I notice that Jeopardy! contestants of both sexes vary in their degree of physical attractiveness. Hopefully, the ones who aren’t blessed with beauty to match their intellect have learned how to love themselves anyway. As long as I show good taste in never making snide remarks about those contestants, I think I’m being mature and fair.

Jeopardy! is the closest thing I have to a sport. On January 31 of this year, I took an online test at Jeopardy.com in hopes of getting on the show. On an earlier occasion, I made it to a call-back audition in San Francisco, but no further. Wish me luck!

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 3:51 PM

February 1, 2008

Learn to stop worrying and hate John McCain

Republican presidential candidate John McCain is superficially charming, and he showed admirable courage in his ordeal as a prisoner of war in Vietnam. Other than that, don’t expect to hear a good word about him from me. If you like the military misadventures of George W. Bush, you’d love a McCain presidency. Mr. “Bomb-bomb-bomb, bomb-bomb Iran” believes so firmly in preemptive war that this video exaggerates only a little comparing him to the 1964 movie Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb:


TheRealMcCain.com is the source of the video. (Although I thank Lew Rockwell for making me aware of it, I also note that Reason.com implicates Rockwell, with some plausibility, as the author of the offensive portions of the Ron Paul newsletters that recently embarrassed the libertarian movement.)

The essential problem with McCain’s philosophy of government is that he loves his country fanatically while failing to understand his country’s distinct virtues. He loves the power of the government, through either military force or the force of law, to muscle its way to public virtue and “national greatness.” But individual liberty, the idea that made the United States a truly grand experiment in world political history, is always expendable for the sake of those goals. In 2006, for the Los Angeles Times, Matt Welch did the research on McCain that most journalists have shirked:
Liberals and conservatives alike fail to truly reflect his views, McCain writes, because “neither emphasizes the obligations of a free people to the nation.” His main governmental inspiration is Teddy Roosevelt, the “Eastern swell who became a man of the people,” whose great accomplishment was “to summon the American people to greatness.” In Roosevelt’s code, McCain writes approvingly, it was “absolutely required that every loyal citizen take risks for the country’s sake.” This is an essentially militaristic view of citizenship, one that explains many of McCain’s departures from partisan orthodoxy. Unlike traditional Republicans, he will gladly butt into the affairs of private industry if he perceives them to be undermining Americans’ faith in government; unlike Democrats, he thinks the executive branch generally needs more power, not less.

“Our greatness,” he wrote in Worth the Fighting For, “depends upon our patriotism, and our patriotism is hardly encouraged when we cannot take pride in the highest public institutions.” So, because steroids might be damaging the faith of young baseball fans, drug testing becomes a “transcendent issue,” requiring threats of federal intervention unless pro sports leagues shape up. Hollywood’s voluntary movie-rating system? A “smoke screen to provide cover for immoral and unconscionable business practices.” Ultimate Fighting on Indian reservations? “Barbaric” and worthy of government pressure on cable TV companies. Negative political ads by citizen groups? They “do little to further beneficial debate and healthy political dialogue” and so must be banned for 60 days before an election if they mention a candidate by name.

If his issues line up with yours, and if you’re not overly concerned by an activist federal government, McCain can be a great and sympathetic ally. But chances are he will eventually see a grave national threat in what you consider harmless, or he’ll prescribe a remedy that you consider unconscionable.
McCain is arguably even less libertarian than Hillary Clinton. That’s impressive, but not in a good way.

Welch has done it again for today’s LAT, saying, “The most pro-war presidential candidate in a decade is winning the 2008 GOP nomination thanks to the antiwar vote.”

Six degrees of Playboy: One of the Turner TV networks once had a series called Our Favorite Movies. Various celebrities hosted movies, periodically interrupting them to explain what they especially like about them. If I recall correctly, Hugh Hefner hosted Dr. Strangelove (in which one character is seen gazing at a Playboy centerfold). I wish I hadn’t missed that presentation. Does anyone have a video bootleg?

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 12:00 PM

January 30, 2008

Thank God the FCC is protecting America from the human body

At Hit & Run, Radley Balko reports that the Federal Communications Communist Commission has fined ABC $1.43 million for showing an “indecent” episode of NYPD Blue five years ago.

Be sure to consult your physician before viewing this YouTube of the offending portion of the show, in which a woman’s bare buttocks are clearly visible:


Bizarrely, The Washington Post describes the FCC as the David to ABC’s Goliath, rather than vice versa:
FCC indecency investigations begin when the agency receives a viewer or listener complaint about a program and can drag on for months or years. The lightly staffed FCC enforcement bureau must go up against broadcasters, which have more legal and financial resources to battle the proposed fine and have a vested interest in dragging out the proceeding. After the enforcement bureau makes a finding, it must be voted on by the FCC’s five commissioners, who were occupied with cable television and wireless spectrum issues through much of 2007.
Never mind that the FCC is violating ABC’s First Amendment rights under a crypto-Marxist rationale of “public ownership of the airwaves.” Never mind that the government is acting on behalf of a tiny number of Church Ladies to punish a television network for placing adult content in a characteristically adult—and very popular—evening drama. Never mind that the authority of the FCC to impose the fine at all depends shamelessly on a time zone technicality (only ABC affiliates in the Central and Mountain zones are being fined, because that’s where the show ran at 9 p.m. instead of 10). In spite of all this, the public-morality bureaucrats are the underdogs in this fight.

Defenders of the FCC policy seem to fear that, some Saturday morning, TV networks might suddenly replace kids’ cartoons with pornography if they weren’t threatened with fines for indecency. On this particular issue, conservative culture warriors resemble the left-wing Adbusters crowd with their talk of amoral corporate greed. But networks have no more economic incentive to make stupid programming choices than a supermarket does to put wasabi in my milk.

If you’re as pissed tinkled off as I am about the FCC, don’t miss this unforgettable song from Family Guy. (I thank local friend Matt for encouraging me to link to the song here.)

Addendum, January 31, 2008, 9:32 a.m.: Since I’ve placed this post in the “Non-Playboy Hotties” category—and since the scene was obviously shot without a body double—I feel negligent if I don’t mention the name of the actress, Charlotte Ross.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 10:48 AM

January 5, 2008

Did you know Playboy has an official anthem? Now you do.

According to the YouTuber who uploaded this, the recording is by Henry Mancini. But “Playboy’s Theme” is a Cy Coleman composition. I’m not a jazz aficionado, but I notice that this music typifies jazz at its best. At once, it’s both sexual and celestial.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 3:22 PM

January 4, 2008

The year before I was born, in a city thousands of miles away: the Jedi Bunny of my dreams

I was 16 when the 35th-anniversary issue of Playboy (January 1989) came out. Thanks to the Playboy Cyber Club retrospective on the 35-anniversary Playmate hunt that appeared the other day, I felt that age again. However, I want to be sure not to overlook an accidental juxtaposition of two mythic pop-cultural elements that I noticed in the other “magazine classic” that has just been released: “Bunnies of New York” (May 1971).

Emily Brown, at the Club’s Living Room buffet above, is a stay-at-home who writes fairy tales.
Photography by Pompeo Posar
At least once on That ’70s Show, Donna scolds Eric about his habit of making gratuitous Star Wars analogies. I refuse to take the hint. Sorry. Those analogies are too useful and too much fun. The photography team, the model, and the caption writer generate a mood of such noble, tranquil, dreamy solitude that, despite the anachronism, it’s easier for me to believe that the shiny cylinder at the Bunny’s hip is a lightsaber than a coin dispenser. As enticingly beautiful as Emily Brown is, a man who disturbed her fairy-tale reverie by making a crude pass would be as doomed as Actaeon after his transgression against Artemis.

Artemis and Aphrodite save me from Playboy Enterprises’ copyright lawyers in 2008!

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 10:01 AM

December 30, 2007

Since 60 Minutes is giving him more publicity than he deserves again

One of tonight’s segments of that CBS program repeats his needless worries, so I’ll just remind everyone that Rev. Scott Imler is too much of a self-righteous control freak to be good for the medical marijuana movement.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 6:12 PM

In 2008, may the chicken to everyone’s Peter Griffin be defeated once and for all

If YouTube lies to you and calls this video “no longer available,” simply reload this web page. And come what may, never take a coupon from a six-foot animated rooster.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 10:10 AM

December 10, 2007

Lord Ganesha save the mouse that looks like a rabbit!

I ask sincerely, since I believe I have cause to thank that deity anyway.

I’ll admit that this is species lookism on my part, but don’t judge me before viewing the CNN video. Beavis and Butt-head never jumped the proverbial shark by turning nice, and even they would have said, “Awww.”

Hypothetical date of a lifetime (in a good way) Katherine Mangu-Ward will eat anything—except for these cuties.

In related news, an endangered wild rabbit of Florida, Sylvilagus palustris hefneri, was named after you-know-who.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 11:22 AM

November 28, 2007

John Williams’ score for Catch Me If You Can as Chapman’s Homer

On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez [sic] when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific—and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
—John Keats (1816)

I draw the analogy between the Romantic poem and the 2002 film score in the spirit of the revolutionary series of lectures on commerce and culture by Paul Cantor.

But Cantor’s wisely blurred distinctions do not invalidate all standards of taste as such. Perhaps a good working definition of kitsch is any piece of art, craft, or entertainment too stylized, affected, or bland to be recognizably human. By that standard, John Williams has rescued the “lounge” sensibility of today’s music nostalgia from the kitsch ghetto with the musical passage above.

Until that opening theme music, I was annoyed by lounge’s hooker-and-john rituals of pretending to dislike what one likes by finding elaborate ways to say, “It’s so bad that it’s good. Don’t confuse me with a dork because I enjoy this.” Lounge has always had some true, sincere artists working in it, but the irony has usually been too rich for my blood. Williams rounds the sensibility out by adding a natural, believable sense of menace to it. The result is something timelessly hip.

If science is essentially disciplined curiosity, art and art criticism are disciplined hedonism. Don’t snicker. One thing I mean by discipline is integrity about one’s aesthetic pleasures. A sense of irony is a virtue—in moderation.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 2:33 PM

November 20, 2007

Escape from Thanksgiving—to the world of Star Wars fan films

Does Thanksgiving force you to endure the company of a bunch of bozo relatives? I can feel your anger. It makes you stronger. Everyone who wastes your time during this extended weekend is now an enemy of the Republic. Do what must be done, Lord/Lady (SINISTER WORD). Ignore your next of kin without mercy. Watch these online videos instead of talking to them.

Ryan Wieber and Michael “Dorkman” Scott show formidable skill in filmmaking as well as the Jedi arts.



Pink Five is not to be underestimated. Like the illegal Mexican immigrants who become a feature film crew in Bowfinger, she appears politically incorrect at first but turns out rather elegantly empowered.

If you like Shakespeare in Love, you’ll appreciate this variant on it.

Que la Fuerza te acompañe.

Update, November 25, 2007, 2:29 p.m.: Until today, I believed that Nick Gillespie’s characteristic black leather jacket indicated priesthood in the Church of the Fonz à la Family Guy. But the dark side was clouding my judgment.

Update, October 2, 2008, 1:13 p.m.: The new video embeds of Pink Five’s host, Atom Films, start automatically when you load the web page. Since visitors to my blog deserve better than the noise pollution of all four of her films playing at once, I replaced the embeds with a poster JPG link.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 10:05 AM

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 18, 2007

November Forum: Stephen Duncombe wants to encourage what James Hillman helped start

To that end, specifically, I support him. I don’t happen to know whether Duncombe has even heard of Hillman. But by design or by chance, Duncombe’s article for the November “Playboy Forum” reminds me of territory that Hillman has been tentatively but usefully mapping for years. Being libertarian, I take objection to the Marxist strain in both men’s thinking. Yet I respect, admire, and encourage the epistemological revolution they would foment.
It is a common mistake to think reality and fantasy inhabit separate spheres. They don’t. They coexist and intermingle. Reality needs fantasy to render it desirable, just as fantasy needs reality to make it believable. To embrace dreams and make peace with spectacle doesn’t mean you have to abandon your faith in a politics ruled by reason. It means you acknowledge that it’s only a faith. Perhaps people can, and probably should, study the reality of the world, make reasoned political judgments and act accordingly. But this way of seeing and being doesn’t have any taken-for-granted epistemological foundation. It is, to use academic jargon, a system of discourse that must be (re)created, imagined, operationalized and dramatized to appeal to the public’s imagination.
—Stephen Duncombe, “Why Don’t Liberals Dream?”, Playboy, November 2007, p. 43-44

Compare that with this transcription of a spoken conversation between Hillman and Michael Ventura, from the 1992 book they co-wrote, We’ve Had a Hundred Years of Psychotherapy—And the World’s Getting Worse:
HILLMAN: Look. Our assumption, our fantasy, in psychoanalysis has been that we’re going to process, we’re going to grow, and we’re going to level things out so that we don’t have these very strong, disturbing emotions and events.

VENTURA: Which is probably not a human possibility.

HILLMAN: But could analysis have new fantasies of itself, so that the consulting room is a cell in which revolution is prepared?

VENTURA: What?

HILLMAN: Could—

VENTURA: —could the consulting room be a cell in which revolution is prepared? Jesus. Could it?

HILLMAN: By revolution I mean turning over. Not development or unfolding, but turning over the system that has made you go to analysis to begin with—the system being government by minority and conspiracy, official secrets, national security, corporate power, et cetera. Therapy might imagine itself investigating the immediate social causes, even while keeping its vocabulary of abuse and victimization—that we are abused and victimized less by our personal lives of the past than by a present system.

It’s like, you want your father to love you. The desire to be loved by your father is enormously important. But you can’t get that love fulfilled by your father. You don’t want to get rid of the desire to be loved, but you want to stop asking your father; he’s the wrong object. So we don’t want to get rid of the feeling of being abused—maybe that’s very important, the feeling of being abused, the feeling of being without power. But maybe we shouldn’t imagine that we are abused by the past as much as we are by the actual situation of “my job,” “my finances,” “my government”—all the things that we live with. [A personal example of my own.—B.S.] Then the consulting room becomes a cell of revolution, because we would be talking also about, “What is actually abusing me right now?” That would be a great venture, for therapy to talk that way.

VENTURA: Let’s double back a second. You said, “Could analysis have new fantasies about itself?” What do you mean by fantasy? For most people that word’s associated with “unreal.”

HILLMAN: Oh, no, no. Fantasy is the natural activity of the mind. Jung says, “The primary activity of psychic life is the creation of fantasy.” Fantasy is how you perceive something, how you think about it, react to it.

VENTURA: So any perception, in that sense, is fantasy.

HILLMAN: Is there a reality that is not framed or formed? No. Reality is always coming through a pair of glasses, a point of view, a language—a fantasy.

VENTURA: But if therapy is to take this new direction, have this new perception or fantasy about itself, it seems we need some basic redefinition of some basic concepts. [p. 38-39]
Of course, Hillman’s line of thinking won’t lead inevitably to better democracy. It could, for instance, potentially replace “government by minority and conspiracy” with majoritarian tyranny—always a serious threat in a society where almost everyone belongs to a lifestyle minority of one kind or another. Nonetheless, Hillman’s wary eye on the political uses and abuses of psychotherapy is a model for every American.

Almost certainly, Hillman is no fan of many of my other favorite authors, like Steven Pinker, Judith Rich Harris, and Virginia Postrel. In that way, I see my own Hillmania as unlikely, like the friendship between R2-D2 and C-3PO. My measured libertarian optimism provides a useful counterbalance for Hillman’s left-wing Malthusian gloom. The world is generally getting better, not worse. Lighten up and relax, Dr. Hillman, and get in the damn escape pod.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 3:31 PM

October 11, 2007

Agitating for freedom of choice—now with motion and sound

Explaining the virtues of both personal and economic freedom to friends with high-speed Internet connections has never been easier. Reason.tv, the online video department of the renowned libertarian magazine, has opened up shop.

Their first editors’ pick is this YouTube video of ABC newsman John Stossel sharing his libertarian wisdom with an appreciative crowd at the Blue Velvet in Los Angeles:


Among the videos I don’t know how to embed here, Drew Carey’s upcoming project looks promising. Also, it’s fun to watch Bill O’Reilly shit all over himself defending the war on drugs.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 11:34 AM

August 14, 2007

I want India to invade the Playboy Mansion

No major “Bollywood” production from India’s feature film industry will be freeze-framed in Playboy’s annual “Sex in Cinema” pictorial for some time yet. Only a few years ago have the gorgeous male and female leads in these elaborate song-and-dance melodramas been allowed to kiss on screen for the first time since the nation’s independence (60 years ago tomorrow). But I still think that the 2001 blockbuster Lagaan: Once Upon a Time in India could be a hit at one of Hugh Hefner’s movie parties.

Bollywood style is sometimes said to parallel the musical extravaganzas of American cinema of the 1930s, part of the cultural environment of Hefner’s childhood. The music itself sounds vastly different, but anyone who can learn to enjoy the Beatles’ tribute to Indian music from Sgt. Pepper’s can love the crowd-pleasing tunes of the best of Bollywood. Lagaan takes place in a remote district of British-occupied India in 1893. Indian farmers are threatened with hunger because of drought and the lagaan (Hindi for land tax) they have to pay every year: a portion of their harvest to the British government. Naturally, Indian audiences love to hate the smug, vicious colonial racism of the tax-collecting villain, Captain Russell. Audiences from every country on earth will cheerfully boo and hiss along. The farmers notice that the game the Englishmen call cricket looks like a “boys’ game” native to India. Out of desperation, they goad Russell into betting the lagaan on the outcome of a cricket match between the Indians and the Englishmen. If the Indians lose, they pay triple. If they win, they pay nothing for three years.

This is not only an engaging sports movie but also a romance with remarkable sex appeal. Pay attention to the subtitles in the video clip below. Surely, the song’s Hindi lyrics describe part of the eternal game of human mating all over the world. Only a little grounding in Hinduism is needed: The occasion is the religious festival of the god Krishna’s birthday. In his reckless youth, Krishna is said to have had many pretty young cowherdesses, Gopis, as playmates. But the main goddess in his life is his consort, Radha. The rest will sound all too familiar.


2001 Playmate of the Year Brande Roderick is the leading lady in the recent Bollywood production Out of Control. But I can’t lie. Lagaan is a much better movie.

Extra-credit question: How much would you pay to see a Mel Brooks tribute to Bollywood?

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 12:43 PM

August 10, 2007

Playboy floozies don’t value my minerals—or my metallic habits

I don’t know what that means, but it’s part of the unsolicited advice I received late last night in an email from fellow blogger Kyle Foley:
think of pornography’s lies. the pornographer would have you believe that the come-hither smile of the naked model is real, that she truly values your mysteries and your minerals, that she will comfort you in times of agonizing club-defeat and will radiafy your health with devotion and sunshine care. in reality, since the pornographer and the stripper aim for silver, she employs her sparklo-smile solely your dollars to gain, your emotions nil, your dreams mute and will then move on to the next lust-sloth once your cash has been taken. another lie that the soft-core pornographer propagates is that the photograph of the naked femme stares only at you, that her bliss-treasures are only for you to enjoy, that she is your prize, your moon, your ocean and your lighthouse, that you have worked hard, purified yourself of metallic habits, have rendered yourself clean and fit for responsibility. is it healthy to engage any entertainment that builds its foundation on the lie? does it truly have your interests at heart? or is it much more likely that it wants only your capital, your finance and your silver?
You’re absolutely right, Kyle. We need a zero-tolerance policy towards illusion in entertainment. I’m suing a local movie theater because its “motion picture” was actually a rapid succession of still pictures. How did they get away with defrauding us for so long?

Seriously, Kyle, how dumb do you think I am as the sort of man who reads Playboy?

I’ll purify myself of metallic habits right after you clean up your precious bodily fluids, General Ripper.

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Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 10:11 AM