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A Terrible Bind

One of these days, I hope to publish in Elle or Marie Claire. Why? Did you know that Walter Kirn writes for Elle? I didn’t, until I picked up a copy. One of my best friends has written a couple of pieces for Elle, which led me to browse. And man, they have some dynamite writers. A friend just told me that Ariel Levy has a piece in the new Marie Claire. Ariel Levy is my favorite writer. Now, I’m about as reluctant to buy an issue of Marie Claire as you might expect, but sometimes you have to suck it up and do right by your favorite writers. I’m told that Levy, America’s wittiest, most stylish writer (who is also crazily beautiful), writes on her adolescent acne, and that’s it’s a really thoughtful piece.

Some years ago, I read and enjoyed Keith Fleming’s The Boy with the Thorn in His Side, a memoir of his teenage years. He talks about his disfiguring acne, and about how no one in his childhood ever stated the obvious — he was moody, he was troubled for some inexplicable reason. Only Edmund White, his uncle and a pioneering gay novelists, noted his horrible acne and said, shortly after Fleming arrived in his care, that something needed to be done immediately.

I think about this sometimes — the immense frustration of being a teenager, and of being constantly told things that are obviously false. Which is why I think mentorship needs to be a far more important part of education — having people you like and trust to teach soft skills, and to cut through bullshit. This informs my very mixed feelings about the medical profession, but that’s an entirely different matter.

I Went Too Far

Daniel Larison argues that I went too far in a recent post on the unity ticket. He is totally correct, and in fact I think he’s being very generous. In truth, the campaign season often leaves me at a loss for words. Fulminating is the inevitable result. Frankly, it’s not even obvious to me that Lee Atwater was as bad as he’s made out to me, which is the secret subtext of at least one overheated phrase. And the notion that the Clintons engaged in obscene race-baiting tells us more about how far we’ve come in standards of civility, or rather exquisite sensitivity, than anything else. Some time ago, Rod Dreher noted that when he was a child, people thought nothing of discarding refuse out the window of a moving car while on the highway. Today, such behavior is rightly seen as boorish. Who knows what will be considered obscenely uncouth in ten years time. Perhaps men will be forced to shave their arms in response to some canny Gillette advertising campaign about how no women would associate with a Chewbacca-armed barbarian. Stranger things have happened.

Also, on an unrelated note, I did once shave my arms. Or rather my right arm. There was no drinking involved, I regret to report.

Hurray for Me!

David Sirota has referred to me, very graciously as a political “thinker.” That is, as “a political ‘thinker,’” which either means that I am not “political” (largely true) or not a “thinker” (almost certainly true). But what’s most flattering is that Sirota mentions me in the same sentence as Michael Lind, a brilliant, creative, highly original intellect. Though I don’t always agree with Lind, I’ve always found his writings challenging and insightful.

My friend and colleague Chris Hayes thinks very well of David Sirota as an analyst and as a person, which inclines me to think well of Sirota. He certainly has an arch, often entertaining style, which combines invective and manly aggression with polling data and colorful anecdotes. I gather there’s much else I’m missing, which wouldn’t be the first time. Having read a fair amount of Sirota’s work, I’m reminded that there are vitally important interpretive frameworks that I will never truly understand, among them Sirota’s understanding of trade and political economy, which I have to assume, given Sirota’s striking intellectual self-confidence, vastly surpasses that of the scholarly types (flunkies and greedheads?) I tend to follow.

I have some more thoughts on this subject, but it occurs to me that Sirota and I take part in different conversations, to use James’s framework, and I think this is for the best.

Why Can't We All Just Get Along

I think James Poulos gets the question of blogger collegiality exactly right:

The big conspiracy here I think is one among people who like a good conversation, and have discovered a consistent set of conversation partners whose content and style best compare and contrast with their own. Professional bloggers are paid conversationalists — or should be, at least. And the good social art of collegiality well understood is an essential part of good conversation — especially good public conversation. People sometimes fear that the blogosphere will close itself off to new talent, but, based on the dynamic I’ve just outlined, that strikes me as impossible. The ‘gold rush’ is probably over, but blogging will probably take on the generational tempo of the music world, with big acts retiring for a while to pursue real lives and then making comeback tours after a suitable hiatus — and with lots and lots of new acts competing for attention. Sometimes attention is won by mere novelty, but more often it’s won by talent.

Collegiality as he describes it is easiest to achieve amongst folks who don’t live and die by their agendas (which is not to say that the people he lists don’t care about enacting particular reforms and agendas). But even amongst outright advocates, I believe that collegiality and respect are worth striving for, and that it’s possible to achieve this without descending into the squishy and compromised realms of Broderistic cocktail-party fraternizing. There are exceptions, of course, but one can still maintain a radical posture and consort with those who disagree with it — even (perhaps especially) radicals of the opposite stripe. I’m not much for sports metaphors, but, in this case, one seems called for: It’s possible to go out on the field every day and play as hard and well as you can, genuinely wanting to win — but at the end of the game, you can still shake hands and grab a beer.

Hillary Clinton Gives a Speech

There’s Hillary Clinton, standing upright in the center of the screen, trying desperately to look happy in a racket-ball blue suit that makes her look as if she just organized a Smurf convention. “Full speed to the White House,” she says, as if she’s about to take the Acela down from New York. I don’t want to dash her hopes (okay, well, maybe a little), but trailing behind in a bitter multi-month primary is more like the Chinatown bus on a bad run.

Give more money, she instructs the audience, and then reminds the Indiana crowd of her tenuous links to the Midwest. Her mother was from Pennsylvania! That factoid only sort of made sense during the actual Pennsylvania primary (does anyone really vote for a candidate because he or she lives in the same state as the candidate’s mother?), and now it merely hangs there, awkwardly, like an out-of-fashion accessory worn two seasons past its prime.

Gas prices figure heavily into her speech, as she claims to stand “for everyone who holds their breath at the gas pump, waiting to see how much it costs today,” once again ignoring her own efforts to make filling up cars more expensive. She continues to champion a summer gas-tax holiday, and I half expect her to follow this by announcing that, as with leprechauns, she never really believed in economists anyway.

What does she believe in, then? West Virginia! And Kentucky! “I am running to be the president of all of America,” she says, despite the sad fact that she’s been rejected by more of it than has accepted her.

Yet she soldiers on anyway. “I will never stop fighting for you,” she declares, though somehow she seems to be talking not to the audience, but herself.

Should Democrats Go On Fox?

The Politico tells us that some netroots types aren’t pleased with the fact that Howard Dean, Barack Obama, and Hillary Clinton are all appearing on Fox News.

Markos Moulitsas, founder of the leading liberal site Daily Kos, told Politico’s Michael Calderone: “Democrats are being idiotic by going on that network.”

Ari Melber, the Net movement correspondent for The Nation, told Politico by phone that progressive activists and the Netroots are “not happy about it.”

“I don’t think that it is tenable to completely neglect or ignore what your base wants,” Melber said.

I agree with Melber to an extent, but I suppose I’m not entirely sure why the base would be particularly concerned with keeping their candidates off of a well-watched news channel. Perhaps I’m not enough of a partisan, but I wouldn’t be bothered — in fact, I’d be rather thrilled — to see any conservative candidate, especially one I particularly liked, do an interview with Keith Olbermann, or even, say, a sit down with The Nation. There might be a case for conservatives to avoid talking with some of the net’s most notorious fire-breathers — those who’ve been not just critical, but vulgar and cruel. Even there, though, I think I’d be fine with it so long as the interview didn’t turn into an insult fest.

If anything, I think a good candidate — a strong personality who can forcefully defend his or her ideas — stands to gain from public face offs with oppositional parties. On one hand, it gives the candidate an opportunity to offer clear and direct responses to criticisms, potentially putting out a lot of fires, and thus convincing some of those who may be sitting on the fence. And a command performance in such an atmosphere ought to offer up a lot of stirring moments which the base will find appealing. Interviews with the other side provide candidates an opportunity to shine. And if not, well, why support a candidate who you think will wilt when pitched anything more than a softball?

Who Needs History Books?

Via Sullivan.

The Twitter Battle, and the Genius of John Dickerson

I have been MIA this week, largely due to impending deadlines. At least one of them is still very much impending (and equally very much not complete), so I’ll make this quick and (hopefully) to the point: Twitter is fascinating and addictive and genuinely beneficial, but I see a battle brewing over what its proper use should be.

Quite a few people have begun to use it largely as a mobile locater. You send out a tweet when heading to whatever bar or concert or social event, and everyone who gets your updates on his or her phone knows that’s where you’re at. In a place like DC, where there are often multiple events on a given night and any number of different but still socially-linked groups of friends and acquaintances, this is incredibly useful.

The problem is, the ease of Twittering makes it possible to pester people with it as well. It’s tempting and easy to send out notices while waiting in line at Potbelly’s, while your brain churns on a tough article, while waiting between bands at the Black Cat. But people who sign up for your feed may only want to know your whereabouts, and don’t care at all to be bothered with your latest random downtime snark about the popped-polo frat boy who somehow wandered into a Yeasayer show.

Additionally, there’s a third style of usage that focuses heavily on either breaking news, often with links, or commenting on breaking news. Sometimes this comes from institutions like CNN, but there are individuals too, like Patrick Ruffini, who often do this throughout the day. And then there are the news-snarkers — the best, I think, being Slate’s John Dickerson, whose feed is easily my favorite just to read. Here’s a sample of what he’s put up in the last couple days:

Hillary Clinton is not ready for the coffee maker on day one.

Scarce goods: An economist who thinks the gas tax holiday is a good idea and future Obama book titles taken from Rev. Wright sermons.

Twitter is not going to be able to survive the summer without enacting a fuel charge.

As Twitter goes, this is high literature.

For those who don’t want to get this on their phones, that’s easy enough — don’t subscribe to phone updates. But what about the folks who use Twitter both as a locater and for random comment? How do we both get and broadcast the content we want without irritating people (or being irritated)? I suppose one could set up multiple accounts for different types of tweets, but that seems like a lot of work. I wonder if competing Twitter-like services will eventually find a solution to this.

UPDATE: I should note that, while I’m certain I’ve annoyed people with my Twits, I am, well, Twitterpated, and quite enjoy all of the updates I get. But my guess is that not everyone is, and the etiquette of the technology still needs some development.

and then there's this

My other new book, Looking Before and After, which is also just now available. This is a little theological meditation on what it might mean to have a coherent life narrative, a story I could tell about myself. I don’t think it will gain nearly as many readers as Original Sin, but I’m fond of it all the same.

(And no, I’m not nearly as prolific as this might make me look. I didn’t write them simultaneously. Publishers have odd and unpredictable schedules — there’s no way to know when you turn in a manuscript how long it will take them to make it into a book — and while I told Harper and Eerdmans to do me one favor and make sure these books did not come out at the same time, they cheerfully ignored me. Oh well.)

now's your chance

Original Sin: a Cultural History is now available. Get ‘em while they’re hot.

I should have pulled an Yglesias and spent the past few weeks explaining how every day’s news provides yet more reasons to buy my book — and indeed I could do so with more justification than the Big Y, since human depravity pretty much is every day’s news — but I, um, forgot. Remind me in the future to make sure my books do not come out at the end of a semester. I’m wiped out, but hope to resume posting soon.

What's This?

Do James Poulos and Sonny Bunch have new blogs? Why yes, yes… I believe they do.

2:42

I’m not sure who is responsible for the brilliant 2:42 muxtape, consisting solely of songs that are 2 minutes and 42 seconds in length, but whoever you are, I salute you. The Violent Femmes “Mother Of A Girl” was new to me. “Echos Myron” is near perfect. Also, I almost forgot about the excellence of “Lovely Rita.”

The Tragic End of The Burg

This is a little old, but Silicon Alley Insider’s look at The Burg‘s untimely demise is worthy of your attention. The Burg was a cutesy web-only semi-sitcom following a group of mostly well-meaning youngish people, all of them broad comic archetypes. It began as a very DIY exercise.

Actors and crew worked for free and Woodley and Grace spent about $300-$400 a 20-minute episode, mostly for web hosting, hard drives, food, beer and cab fares.

But then Motorola offered the creators a sponsorship deal. Hurray! But … wait.

The Screen Actors Guild, for instance, wanted Woodley and Grace to pay each of four SAG members $800 a day. The producers were able to get that down to $200 a piece, but costs still ballooned — to $1000 a minute.

That was fine while Motorola was paying the bills, but when that ran out, the producers had an expensive show and no sponsors. Woodley estimates an additional 12 15-minute episodes, plus requisite Web shorts, would run about $250,000, if done on the cheap. “It would have been prohibitively expensive for every sponsor we would want,” Woodley says.

Minor point: SAG needs to evolve.

Speaking of web-only, DIY comedy, Dorm Life is surprisingly good. This isn’t to say that it’s great or terribly innovative, but I actually think it beats Judd Apatow’s celebrated Undeclared in overall goodness levels. To be sure, Undeclared was a pale reflection of Freaks and Geeks, but it did feature the brilliant South Asian comedian Gerry Bednob as “Mr Burundi” in one particularly memorable episode. I’ve been thinking about changing my own name to “Mr Burundi,” or possibly “Mr Rwanda.” But I fear I would dishonor my ancestors in doing so.

Beckett Does Rose

This is entrancing:

Via Chris Hayes.

Malkin Anxiety

This post, by blogger Simon Owens (I think), is a textbook-perfect case study in status anxiety. Owens doesn’t get how anyone could possibly enjoy Michelle Malkin, or how a well-regarded national magazine might consider her to be an important figure. The size of her audience, her role in a number of public controversies, her often strident and always unapologetic conservatism come to mind. This is the kind of good judgment that makes the magazine in question as good as it is — its editors have a somewhat broader sense of what is interesting and worthwhile than its occasionally narrow-minded fans.

But as it happens, Malkin really believes in her populist politics, and she’s refused to cooperate with the magazine. That’s a shame, in my view. And it’s left Owens sputtering.

Granted, I don’t doubt for a second that the magazine would have taken plenty of swipes at her — possibly even shredding her to bits — but why even give her the satisfaction of devoting 10,000 words about her so that she can go run to her fellow bloggers and whine about her unfair treatment.

This is funny, yet also cringe-inducing. Is the purpose of the highbrow magazine profile to serve as a balm for the wounded egos of people like Owens? Of course not. Harrumph! How dare she! How dare they! One almost gets the sense Owens would like to be profiled himself — as a hidden gem of the interweb. At the end of his post, Owens writes:

I find it especially funny that she tries to take swipes at [the writer], even though she’s not half the journalist [the writer] is. It’s because she knows that [the writer] will actually ask her hard questions, unlike the folks who wrote a puff profile piece about her at The Baltimore Sun.

But the letter doesn’t take a swipe at the writer at all — Malkin refers to “your staff Jane Goodall,” suggesting, perceptively, that she’d be approached more as an interesting, foreign phenomenon than as a thinker along the lines of, say, Pascal Bruckner or A.J. Ayer. (Um, I’m pretty sure I’d approach her as a phenomenon too.) That’s hardly a personal insult. Rather, it is an attack on a worldview — not entirely sound, but certainly coherent. And by the way, it seems that Baltimore Sun profile still makes Owens steaming mad. If only they knew they had a genius in their midst!

I don’t like to pick nits, but I am bothered by people who embrace superiority by association — I read X, other people are rubes, etc. Humility has its place. Most of us, myself included, will never exercise real power or gain much attention in the world. All we can do is have a little empathy and try to be decent people who aren’t poisoned by envy. I fail at this a lot, in part because I see avenging the jerkiness of others as one of my life’s central goals. (A bad idea, by the way.) But I do try to use it as a guideline, if only because I’d otherwise sense my mother judging me. I realize I’m being horribly earnest and self-righteous.

Incidentally, don’t think I’m not aware that in trying to rehabilitate the case for internment, Michelle Malkin is wryly suggesting that rounding up Muslim Americans like yours truly is something that should be in the toolkit of a democratic society. I make no apologies for her. Yet as someone who aspires to a good editorial eye, it’s clear to me that a non-obtuse person could easily find Malkin a worthy subject.

P.S.- Well, it appears that Simon Owens has responded very thoughtfully to my gentle criticisms in the comments below. I’m not sure I’d react quite as well, though I certainly hope I would. He makes an excellent point, though I think the basic disagreement remains.

Baracky: Almost Reason Enough to Vote for Obama

I like to think of myself as a pretty thoughtful person, but I must admit that I am susceptible to works of genius like the following.

Wow. The movielet is full of fascinating cultural reversals. Or rather, there is one fascinating reversal: Clinton is an overpowering black man and Obama is a scrappy, tenacious working-class Italian. Who knew? Each moment is pitch perfect. This will likely be the height of the YouTube campaign. I will remember this video forever. Now I must add Rocky to my Netflix queue.

Self-Portrait

Rather embarrassingly, I always loved playing with MS Paint when I was a kid. And now I have Photoshop. I haven’t used it much. It’s kind of complicated, yo. But man, what fun. So unfortunately for you, I might abuse my self-publishing privileges to assault you with my sub-moronic “creations” on occasion.

Now, More Than Ever

This is why we need The Vulture: Because who else would — or could — compose such a moving, elegant, lofty and hilarious rebuttal to Spike TV’s Star Wars ads?

D.C. Monument Menaced by Libertarian Dancers!

I had company in town this weekend, so I missed the flash mob a few of my libertarian friends had planned to stage outside the Thomas Jefferson Memorial. The plan was to meet just before midnight with iPods on, dance quietly for a bit, capture the whole thing on video, and go home. Easy, peaceful, silly, and fun, right?

But apparently, things didn’t go as planned. A few minutes in, park police decided to arrest one of the revelers. Why? Well, it wasn’t immediately clear. Here’s Radley Balko reporting from the scene:

She was cuffed, taken out to a paddy wagon, then booked and held at a Park Police station. Everyone I spoke with says there was no noise, there were no threats, and no laws broken (the park police I spoke with–including the arresting officer (who, oddly enough, denied to me that he was the arresting officer)–declined to say why she had been arrested).

The police refused to answer any questions, referring all calls to the communication number of the Park Police, which at this hour is closed. They also refused to give their badge numbers.

I’ll post some video tomorrow morning of two flash mobbers who say she was doing nothing at all–she was barely even dancing. Her crime was apparently to ask “why?” when the park police told the group they had to disperse. Note too that this was at around midnight. No one was bumping into tourists, or obstructing anyone’s way. I guess the only conclusion, here, is that it’s apparently illegal to dance on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial–even with headphones.

Megan, Jason, and Julian also have accounts of the incident. Seems our friend was arrested simply for asking why she was being told to leave, leading Megan to write that the real problem is “that the police think that questioning orders constitutes disorderly conduct.” Agreed.

Now, unlike a lot of libertarians, I hold both police officers as people and police as an institution in pretty high esteem. And generally, I’m willing to cut them a lot of slack in their dealings with people; even on the easiest beat, it can be a pretty stressful job. But this sort of thing is incredibly off-putting, irritating, and probably, for the police involved and the larger public’s respect for cops in general, counterproductive – especially when, as Julian writes, the arrestee’s “immediate social circle is largely composed of journalists, bloggers, and constitutional lawyers who sue the government for fun.” And even when that’s not the case, camera phones and video cameras are pretty much everywhere these days – especially at public monuments – so the chances that the event will be captured and made public are pretty high.

But let’s ignore for a moment the fact that the crowd in question was composed largely of professional libertarians who’re bound to make a stink about this. I still wonder: What does an arresting officer in any circumstance like this possibly think he or she is going to accomplish? Give his buddies something to do for the night? Maybe he’s got a paperwork fetish? Just can’t wait to take the paddy wagon for a spin? My understanding has always been that arrests, in addition to being a pain for the person getting arrested, create a lot of additional work for the officers involved. It was a nice night out last night, perfect for strolling along the mall and relaxing. Is the menace of dancing libertarians really so great that it’s worth spending all night inside, filling out forms?

UPDATE: A video of the event is up (broken into a couple of pieces). Here’s the first one:

More: Part 2, Part 3.

An Alien Encounter

Question:

WH A T is happening to tHe C0v3r of FOREIGN Affairs? ? ? ?

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