The White Peril 白禍

26 September 2004

They eat off of you / You're a vegetable
Phooey (phoois, phooit...). I saw this FoxNews story on a recent Michael Jackson conference at Yale, but I was still munching over a way to say something useful and funny about it. As always, Alice in Texas proves the simplest ideas are the best:

FoxNews: panelists discussed how pedophilia allegations have fed into false stereotypes about gays.

Alice B: Do people no longer have phone directories to read?


It's a shame that the people studying pop culture in the academy do such a horrible job at it, because in my experience in college, it was really valuable. In a modern poetry class I took sophomore year, I asked the professor about including Madonna (Erotica had just come out) in my final paper, and his response was, "You may include a section on Madonna, as long as--I don't know how you anticipate doing this with the work of such a thoroughgoing vulgarian, but I wait with interest to see--you really think you've found a way to ground her in the traditions of American poetry."

And he meant it. Whenever we conferred about the paper, he took pains to make sure I was focused on the old stuff of proven, lasting value (Dickinson and Eliot) and showing how I thought it illuminated what Madonna was doing. For that matter, we also, in tenth grade, took a break from reading Chaucer and Beowulf and Pepys's diary to do one of our assigned five-paragraph themes on a work of contemporary fiction. "Good junk," our teacher called it--Updike, or whatever. The idea was to take the principles we were learning to apply to the foundational or great works and see how talented authors right now were still using them in a lesser but meaningful way. But we did it once, and then it was back to...I don't know, Party Patches, or wherever we were. On most educational issues, I'm slightly to the right of the average convent school nun, but I do think that it's good to work artifacts of popular culture into lessons sparingly. The continuity of Western civilization is probably the most valuable lesson of the humanities/social science part of education.

But of course, that's not the way researchers approach it. Most of the pop culture studies material you see involves closed readings, with only other pop culture or current events for context. The interpretive framework is almost invariably based in cultural studies, the poison seeds of which were germinating when I was in college. The idea seems to be to reassure students that they can just kind of glance at what's around them and see everything they need to know to understand art and the mysteries of life. Because, you know, if there's anything kids in their late teens and early twenties won't do without being shown how, it's navel-gazing.

Just one thing from the article that did make me chuckle:

Jackson "in many ways is the black male crossover artist of the 20th century," said Seth Clark Silberman, who teaches about race and gender at Yale. "He has grown up in front of us, so we have a great investment in him, even though some people today may find his image disturbing."


Some people may find his image disturbing? Sheesh. You know, if anyone out there has a list of people who are not disturbed by Jackson's current image, please do me the kindness of forwarding it to me so I can stay the hell away from them.
Posted by Sean on 2004-09-26 19:07:40 | 3 Comments | 0 Trackbacks >>>>>>> Categories: aesthetics, society

11 September 2004

Conversation fear
9 September is the anniversary of the opening day of the bar where Atsushi and I met. This year, for the first time in three years, I went to the anniversary party alone; Atsushi sent a congratulatory e-mail to the bar's message board. The guy who runs the place, who along with his partner of 17 years has become one of my best friends, responded that he's glad we're still together (despite Atsushi's being transferred to a distant city) and that we've become "like a pair of mandarin ducks."

This is a Japanese expression, though I suppose it might be a borrowing from Chinese. It's usually used as 鴛鴦夫婦 (oshidori fuufu, "Mr. and Mrs. Mandarin Duck"), to describe a couple that's settled and obviously devoted to each other. So I was touched. I was also amused enough to start my next message to Atsushi with ガーガー (gaa gaa: "Quack quack!") under the assumption that he'd seen our friend's post. (He had.)

And I idly looked up mandarin ducks on Google and found this page, which made me smile. Like a lot of male birds, mandarin drakes have colorful plumage to attract mates (they shed it outside the mating season and look like the females then, says one of the sites I read, which I think is also not unusual).

What was funny about it was that it really is what people tell us we look like as a couple. I mean, where one is decked out and the other plain. I'm not particularly high-maquillage, but I like intense colors and work in a casual enough office that I can wear them on weekdays. Atsushi works at a bank and has to dress conservatively, but--I can say this with confidence after three years with the man--he also really, seriously prefers black, white, navy, and charcoal grey. Only. He has a single (very dark) maroon T-shirt, a single (very dark) hunter green T-shirt, and a single (very dark) cocoa-brown cardigan. Otherwise, everything in his closet is a wintry neutral.

That's not a complaint--he has that Asian coloring that's just heart-stoppingly beautiful in black and white--but it's funny to go shopping and see him make a beeline for the grey clothes. Like, that's what catches his eye. I, on the other hand, was once asked by a friend who was going through my closet for a shirt to borrow, "Do you have anything in here that's not orange or purple? Oh, my bad! I guess this counts as magenta." Atsushi laughingly pointed out that that's why I have to wear khakis all the time; my shirts and sweaters don't go with anything else except jeans.

Anyway, I thought the picture was cute, even if we could always be snazzier if we tried. It also, being from the Meiji Shrine right here in Tokyo, reminds me that I'll get to see Atsushi this weekend. I'm flying down Saturday morning, and we're going to a hot spring. (No lewd jets-of-foam jokes, please; our friends have amply attended to those already. I have to say, I don't mind that everybody's a comedian nowadays. I just wish they didn't all have to be the same commedian.) Just five days to waddle through first.

Posted by Sean on 2004-09-11 13:00:05 | 2 Comments | 0 Trackbacks >>>>>>> Categories: aesthetics, gay