The Party of Culture Club
It seems like only yesterday that I wrote:
Christopher Lasch reminds us forcefully of how social-democratic network structures have been so badly damaged in America: through the cult of ‘upward mobility’, and, specifically, through the transformation of higher education into a system of social accreditation. It is no longer even accurate to describe it as ‘elite’ social accreditation, for its purpose — a purpose which it cannot stop or pause, because the contemporary economy depends upon it for its survival — is to indefinitely and cumulatively expand the social ‘upper class’. Its objective is — to put it in Ross and Reihan’s terms — to massify the upper class by extending elite social networks ever-outward in an open web pattern with many nodes of moderate-at-best authority. (Thus Harvard’s trendsetting decision to put its coursework online, for instance.) The appeal of joining this ever-larger ‘upper’ class, of joining not the Country Club or Sam’s Club but the (pop) Culture Club, is what drives young liberals into entrepreneurial roles cast within network structures that penetrate, unravel, and destroy the hub-and-spokes structures of socially-democratic conservatives. This is the topography of Brooks’ “little culture war.”
By the pricking of my thumbs Spidey-sense, I popped over to Ezra’s blog today and read this post, apropos of the awesomely inane inanely awesome Stuff White People Like (and titled to meta perfection):
Interestingly, I think that’s what white people — or what white yuppies — like about the site, too. Yes, it’s mocking them. But it’s also naming them, and offering a dead-on description of their experience. Which means the experience, if not universal, is common. And so reading the site gives a lot of folks a warm sense of belonging. They’re part of something. That something may be absurd and privileged and heavy with self-congratulatory irony, but it’s real, and by giving it shape and boundaries, Stuff White People Like helps readers fit themselves definitively inside the experience. If you’re into Asian fusion, the Wire, kitchen gadgets, and Barack Obama, you’re part of the club. And everyone likes being part of the club.
Or feeling a sense of being part of a club — a club to which, as Samsung puts it, “Everyone’s Invited” (and how!), even if that ‘club’ happens actually to be a structurally self-reproducing expanding blob of trivial celebration at psychologically and possibly economically unsustainable cost. These are the voting members of the Third Great Club, arrayed against Country Clubbers and Sam’s Clubbers. The socioeconomic objective of the American system today is to continue to recruit Culture Clubbers from the Country Club and from Sam’s Club until no one is left to co-opt. Resistance to this gooey, anesthetizing spider’s web is something that can unite paleocons, libertarians, mainstream ‘values voters’, and even — as Ross and Reihan, I think, imply — neoconservatives who are not locked in a self-imposed hypnotic trance. Oh yes — and working-class Democrats. Call it the Coalition of Citizens Who Never Watched Sideways for a Better America.
Or the club could become a political party: The People Who Were Nice and Worked Hard and Liked the Harmless Things They Liked, But Whom Everybody Mocked Becasue They Were The Majority Party. Maybe nameing them as a party would energize them to utilize their awsome political power and elect a representative president. Someone smart, practical, young, not too ideological. What the hell. Maybe someone bi-racial. What better way to drive a stake into the heart of the insane american politics of the past 150 years with all those weird old assholes talking about who is and who isn’t an american than by electing president the child of an african muslim and a hippy? God, that would be great. No more assholes. No more wierdos. Those could be the first two planks of our party platform. That is a vison I could get behind.
— cw · Jul 14, 12:35 PM · #
Right, which is why all We Heterodox have an irresistible, preterhuman affinity for Mr. Obama…if only he championed the right policies. Instead, he champions too many of the wrong ones. Personally, he’s a breeze; politically, he’s the hood ornament on the biggest stretch Prius ever to make itself ridiculous. Culturally speaking, people love Obama like they love the 3G iPhone, and this is only an insult if you take it to be. But this is a thin reed for America’s Future when the bottom line is a fanatical desire to spend more money — heaps more — on everything ranging from nationalized mental health care to WIC stamps for Guatemalan child gangsters without papers to fourth-generation ‘bunker-busting’ nuclear arms to three-storey exoskeletons for US infantrywomen to killer robot bugs to subsidized corn (solid, liquid, and gas) to an extra lane on the 95 to universal Visa Signature cards to masterplanned townhome ownership…. Too much Britain and not enough Somalia, everywhere you turn. Obama is the desperately desired new face on an approach to keeping America chugging that’s long since spoiled on the shelves. He may inspire us to dig out of our squalid partisan trenches and convert our breastworks into sustainable-living lean-tos, but can he lead us to recapture the responsibilities of citizenship in a federal, subsidiary republic spared from the shadow of an ever-expanding Washingtonian adenoid? That is a vision which, whatever you think about it, is acutely interested in getting behind you. Obama’s winning personality stands in a relationship to his cultural background best described as inconclusive at best; so far he is on top, but hardly because his mom was a hippie and his dad was from Africa. Deploying cultural stand-ins for congeniality bona fides is just the latest and greatest form of a deep trivialization that may seem harmless until the morning of our Rude Awakening. How much blame for that can Bush bear, before his effigy…and his memory…disappears under the load?
— James · Jul 14, 01:30 PM · #
Adenoid!
— Matt Frost · Jul 14, 03:20 PM · #
I believe, James, you’re the person best qualified to answer my question: why do so many people who hate Starbucks/the Prius/similar vaguely lefty upper-middle-class artifacts love Pixar and Apple, identically encultured corporations? I posted about it over at my thingy; I really can’t understand it.
— Freddie · Jul 14, 06:08 PM · #
It’s a good question, Freddie. Maybe a few Heterodox Idiosyncratic Anecdotes from my Noncomformist Personal Life can shed some reverse light on the problem. I have always loved Starbucks; there were few, if any, places a teenage kid could go in my hometown besides the bowling alley to have some introspective and legal fun at extended evening hours. But besides that, I never got a bad cup of Starbucks coffee. Maybe this just reflects poorly on my taste. But I was never a disappointed, or even a disgruntled, customer. And that goes a long way, even against the Pinko Yuppie Wal-Mart. I really have nothing in for The Prius — now that it’s been revamped from that godawful original version, which looked like a Subaru someone had constructed out of spare Datsun parts left in a rock tumbler too long.
Still, it’s annoying that people ‘need their Starbucks’, especially since a significant number of those needy people are themselves annoying, viz. “Our Iraq war policies are making it impossible for me to afford the gas I need to get to Starbucks for my daily five dollar shake in a pantsuit and those indulgent petite scones!” Barf-o-rama, baby. Somewhat better than this haywire desperation is the overweeing pride among Prius Owners. I can live with this, but Prius Pride is associated in its annoying version with the lifestyle/worldview pride that some Prius owners enjoy. The Prius is the flag lapel pin for those who eschew flag lapel pins, and that hella bugs.
Let me leap ahead to Apple, which I scorned brutally until I realized the full powers of GarageBand. Back when the Handpicked Successors were a gleam in my eye, I regularly and publicly condemned the first- and second-generation iMacs as grossly obese and freakish Tamagotchis, telling my Mac-apologist associates that I wanted my computer to be an obedient machine, not my friend. I did not want to have to feed and play with my computer to keep it from crashing. Har har, turns out Macs are the indestructable slaves of our dreams, not those finicky, nonresponsive PCs. An emotionally unavailable machine is one thing: a Blue Screen of Death is something else. So much for Macs.
And then there’s Pixar. Buried in comments somewhere I pointed out what made me hate the brilliant first act of Wall-E — namely the meta-soap opera involved in we the human viewers wringing pathos out of a dystopian vision of a depopulated world populated, coincidentally, by two star-crossed robots whose anthropomorphic features are a testament to the capacity of human beings to be out-of-control monsters of ego even at their most ostensibly self-flagellating and self-effacing. Blech. But also >sob<, pass the Kleenex, Peter (he was sitting beside me; it was like trying not to weep in front of my sister at Free Willy), and damn you, Pixar, because after all as we all know the Brilliant First Act really is brilliant, damned hypocritical self-indulgent pious speciesist egomania and all.
But now I fear I have reached positively Reihanian levels of Heterodox Idiosyncrasy, and my wife is somewhere in the foyer approaching my desk with a freshly popped bottle of Modelo especial, so I had better pull the ripcord here with a vague, Obama-like appeal to Whatever’s Right. Because, as Will can tell us, whoever’s truculent about Whatever’s Right probably is a horrible person, although the degrees of freedom on that little stat-let have yet to be confirmed.
— James · Jul 14, 08:14 PM · #
Uh, I was asking the real James. You’re like, James Nitro-edition.
— Freddie · Jul 14, 10:19 PM · #
“Uh, I was asking the real James. You’re like, James Nitro-edition.”
Yes. It’s like sensitivity levels to everything in the fricken world have been dialed up to eleven. Sometimes, you know, a prius is just a car.
— cw · Jul 14, 11:55 PM · #