In a review of MoMa’s Gauguin exhibit, Daniel Goodman contemplates the painter’s religious influences:
In Mata Mua, Tahitian women dance, play instruments, and worship a statue of Hina, the Tahitian moon goddess. The women frolic in a lush, idyllic landscape in the foreground, while purple mountains protruding out of an off-white sky loom over them in the background, and a large cross-shaped bluish-gray tree (the Tree of Life in this Tahitian Eden?) centers the canvas. What may be most interesting about Mata Mua is that, even though the Polynesian religious ritual is the central subject matter, Gauguin limits the scene to the left corner of the painting and places the cross-shaped tree squarely in the center, subtly reminding us of Gauguin’s abiding interest in Christianity.
In fact, despite his fascination with Polynesian religion, and his dissatisfaction with Roman Catholic doctrine and institutional religion, Gauguin remained interested in Christianity and the Bible. … Of course, Gauguin experienced his own paradise lost when he arrived in Tahiti and discovered that it was not the unspoiled paradise of his imagination. Many of his paintings depict not what he actually saw but what he had wanted to see. Mata Mua is Gauguin’s vision of paradise. He created the pristine world he wanted to experience, rather than the fallen one he had to experience. It’s a “romantic, idealized, but ultimately false” vision of Tahiti, say the MoMA curators; but though Gauguin’s vision of Tahiti was objectively false, it was entirely true in the realm of Gauguin’s imagination. And from the perspective of artistic surrealism, nothing could have been truer than Gauguin’s Tahitian Eden.
Update from a reader:
Left unmentioned in the discussion of Gauguin’s, “Tahitian Eden,” is his well-documented pursuit and abuse of underage Polynesian girls.
During a brief stay on Hiva Oa (I was trapped there for two weeks in 2003 after quite literally jumping ship), it is common knowledge that the nuns in charge of the local girls school were forced to take drastic measures to keep the artist (who is buried on the island) away from the children. Alas, Gauguin eventually ‘married’ three of the local girls, all between the age of 13 and 14.
Gauguin was (and is) widely recognized as a pederast and sexual libertine. Frankly, I find Goodman’s reflection on the, “pristine world he wanted to experience, rather than the fallen one he had to experience,” to be sad and hysterical in its wrongness.
Another also doesn’t see paradise:
I’m neither an art historian nor an art critic, so if an expert says the Gauguin painting is supposed to be idyllic or some kind of Eden, then I’m inclined to try to see what they mean. But I have to say that I laughed out loud when I looked at the paintings and then read the Gauguin interpretations. When I see the painting, I definitely do not see a happy place, much less an Eden. That painting is creepy. What’s with all the dark and muddy colors? To me, people think it’s a kind of Eden because you look at the women in white right away. But look around them and at everything else. What’s with the dude walking toward the two women dancing by the statue? Does he have his hand behind his back? Is he carrying a knife? Maybe that’s why the tree is sorta shaped like a crucifix, the Christian symbol of sacrifice. The creepy vines curl near the women in white. What exactly is surrounding them? The woods in the background are also ominously dark and the bright yellow tree in the background gets less so one the left side of the tree, almost like it’s curling around the tree to look. I look at this painting and think, this is a place of terror.
The findings of the newly released inspector general’s report are pretty grim:
Some 1,700 veterans waiting for an appointment at Veteran Affairs clinics across Phoenix, Ariz. were nowhere to be found in the system’s official wait list, federal investigators reported on Wednesday. Investigators for the Veteran Affairs Office of Inspector General said they had found initial evidence of “inappropriate scheduling practices” in the Phoenix Health Care System, which had led to “significant delays in access to care.”
Although data reported by Phoenix authorities suggested a statistical sample of 226 veterans waited an average of 24 days for their first primary care appointment, the review found that those 226 veterans actually waited on average 115 days to receive a primary care appointment. Only 16 percent got an appointment in 14 days or less, according to the interim report.
Increased calls for political action came swiftly in the report’s wake and focused on VA Secretary Shinseki.
“I haven’t said this before, but I think it’s time for Gen. Shinseki to move on,” Sen. John McCain said in an appearence on CNN Wednesday. Rep. Jeff Miller, chairman of the House Veterans’ Affairs Committee, responded to the report with a statement that said Shinseki should “resign immediately.” … In addition to Miller, four other lawmakers also called on Shinseki to resign after the report was released, adding to the more than 50 members of Congress who have called for him to step down since the scandal broke last month. At least two new Democratic senators joined the chorus Wednesday, suggesting that more members of the president’s party are turning against his appointee in the wake of the OIG’s findings.
But Mataconis points out that removing Shinseki won’t solve the VA’s problems:
In the end, of course, the problems at the Department go far deeper than Eric Shinseki. In many cases, they predate him and to a large degree they involve the actions or failures to act of people under him over which he does not have direct supervisory control. Getting rid of the Secretary of Veterans Affairs isn’t going to solve the problems at the VA unless it is also accompanied by the removal of the people further down the chain responsible for these decisions. There also needs to be examination of the bizarre incentive structure that led to the creation of secret waiting lists that made it appears as though hospitals were doing a better job of addressing veteran’s health needs than they actually were. And, a reassessment of the idea that the VA should be the source of all the health care that veterans receive. … In other words, what’s needed is a transformation of the VA from the bottom up, not just the removal of the guy at the top.
Alesh Houdek argues that the real scandal here is in how long it took for anyone to blow the whistle:
Improvements in oversight and auditing are surely part of the solution here, but there’s a much more fundamental change that needs to happen: Regular line-level employees who see wrongdoing on the part of their coworkers, or are asked to engage in wrongdoing by their supervisors, need to be able to do something about it without threat of retaliation. Any human endeavor examined closely enough is a disgraceful mess, and most of us know this most directly from our jobs. But we also instantly recognize true malfeasance when we directly encounter it. So, of all the people who were involved or knew about these terrible practices who worked at the VA, why did it take so long for the truth to come out? …
Since the Phoenix revelations, employees from VA offices around the country have gone to the press with reports that similar practices exist at their offices. Had there been a robust and reactive system for internal whistleblowing, this would not have happened.
Update from a reader:
I am an ER nurse at a VA hospital (not in Arizona, thankfully). The comments from politicians on this scandal are just asinine.
Why is nobody asking why it takes over 100 days to get a primary care appointment? I hear these same complaints from people in the ER every day, that they come to the ER because it takes months to see their PCP. It takes that long because the VA is not given the budget to hire enough PCP’s. That’s the real fucking scandal. The politicians sent our troops to war and they are not willing to pay for their care when they come back.
Is the claim really that there is some nefarious plot to keep our Veterans from seeing their providers? Who believes that shit? We just don’t have enough primary care doctors and nurse practitioners to see them. Hire some more PCP’s and the wait times will decrease.
As for privatization, that is a fucking joke. Only about half of veterans actually use the VA for their health care now, because those who receive insurance through their employer usually go to private hospitals. The ones we see on a daily basis in the ER are older, poorer, often homeless, with more illness and co-morbidities. They are a distinct population and their level of care will decline if they don’t have a specialized service like the VA serving them.
You may not believe it, but most of us working at the VA actually believe in our mission. We mean it when we thank a veteran for their service. Rather than fixing the problem, and fixing our budget, they are just trying to shuttle more money to private hospitals and continue their anti-government grandstanding. The Republican party and the weak-kneed contingent of the Democratic party make me sick. The only Senator who seems to actually care about the veterans is Bernie Sanders.
Best tweet ever, Mr Cumstien. I read this, by the way, in a coffee shop in Soho where they don’t have a restroom! Another NYC specialty. From the inevitable backlash from the in-tray:
I am a loyal Dish reader, but I cannot stand your consistent whining about NYC. New York is the only true city in America. It’s diversity, creativity, density, wealth, and knowledge cannot be matched. Even with it’s problems of income inequality, stop and frisk, and a lack of affordable housing, NYC is still one of the greatest engines for social mobility and creativity in the world. The five boroughs of New York represent the American ideal more than any other place in the US. In no other place in this country do you see a welcoming of people, ideas, and the sharing of public space in the way you see it in NYC. New York is an egalitarian city by nature, forcing people to share the streets, subways, and public places. Humanity comes to New York to express itself. If you don’t like New York, you don’t like people.
New York has never been easy, but what good things in life are?
DC is a suburb and a one-industry town. To compare DC – or for that matter any city in the US – to NYC would be like comparing foie gras to dog food; at first glance they may seem the same but in reality they are worlds apart. So as Jimmy Walker said so many years ago, “I’d rather be a lamppost in New York than the Mayor of Chicago” – and let’s face it, Chicago is a better city than DC.
The blog is great. Your views on NYC are suspect.
I’m sorry but my point is simply about the livability of the city. And when people say that NYC is the only true city in America, or that “humanity comes to New York to express itself,” I have to say it sounds like a cult not a judgment. And you do need something of a cult mentality to put up with all the horrendous hassle. Chicago, in my view, is the quintessential American city. You can smoke weed legally in Denver. You could get gay-married in Iowa before NYC. What Los Angeles offers in terms of livability and climate knocks New York into the dust. DC is – especially now – cleaner, more modern, more livable and also culturally rich. San Francisco is far more beautiful; New Orleans far more exotic. New York is an amazing place – but it is a gigantic, chaotic, incompetent mess. Another reader turns the tables:
The last time I stayed in DC, the hotel’s fire alarm went off around 4am. Loud speakers were announcing that the hotel should be evacuated. People were wandering around the halls in their bathrobes looking for an exit. I was standing on the sidewalk outside the hotel when I learned that the evacuation was due to a small, contained, grease fire in a basement kitchen.
You live in DC and don’t stay in its hotels. You know the city and know when a cab driver is going blocks out of the way and you don’t have to rely on Google Maps. And, of course, no such thing would happen in Chicago, Paris, Rome or to anyone visiting DC. Everywhere has its pros and cons.
I love ya. And one of the reasons I do is because you make me want to slap you now and then – no different than the few I hold as close friends.
Another has the right idea:
I can’t wait ’til you get to Provincetown and chill the fuck out for a while.
Update from another:
Your reader is wrong; DC is not a one-industry town. I grew up there and neither of my parents worked for the government. And it’s not a suburb. A suburb to what city? His precious NYC. I might be biased because I grew up in Alexandria, but DC is an amazing city with a lot to offer. And so much of it is free. Yes, it can be argued that it is more of a town than a city, but that’s the best part. You can see the sky, and live in an apartment or condo or house all in the same city. You can have a lawn and be in the city limits. And just like every other American city, there is the depressing economic apartheid, but at least you don’t have to be in your 20s and willing to live in a hole or be super fucking wealthy to enjoy it. Yes, the Beltway fucking blows, but driving on Rock Creek Parkway makes up for it. And when you go into a deli and order breakfast you aren’t snarled at by other patrons for not spitting out your order fast enough. Ordering food as a tourist in NYC is panic inducing.
Another:
Chicago, in my view, is the quintessential American city.”
AMEN. I tell all the foreigners I know who are planning on visiting the US: if you only have one week in America, spend four days in Chicago (and two days at the Grand Canyon.) Chicago is a perfect microcosm of the entire American experience: a big industrial port city with a huge immigrant population and a vibrant African-American community. Somehow it is midwestern, northern, coastal, and a little bit southern (all those Kentucky transplants, plus great soul food) all at the same time. It even feels a little Canadian in places. OK, it lacks the fresh-scrubbed natural beauty of western cities like SLC or Seattle, but you do get a taste of it — Chicago was once at the edge of the frontier, too. Great music scene and global cuisine, but with strong regional roots. Museums and sport stadiums and other touristy stuff up the wazoo.
Importantly: its suburbs sprawl endlessly, as do all American cities, so you get the quintessentially American experience of driving hours across the sprawl to get somewhere (just like LA!) — but with decent trains if you hate driving. Other cities, like Boston, New Orleans, LA, San Francisco and even, yes, NYC are tiny nations unto themselves. Boston is Boston (and New England) before it is America. NYC in particular is a city of the world before it is anything else. But every time you turn around in Chicago, you’ll see AMERICA.
José R. Cárdenas wants sanctions against Venezuelan officials involved in human rights abuses:
By its own admission, the [Obama] administration believes that if it acts unilaterally in Venezuela, it would “bilateralize” the conflict; that is, it would give the Venezuelan government a new drum to bang in its ongoing cacophony of anti-American rhetoric, thus diverting attention away from the protestors’ grievances. That, however, is giving credence to a problem that doesn’t exist. The view that sanctioning human rights observers will somehow make Venezuelans think any less of skyrocketing inflation, rampant street crime, and shortages of everything from electricity to basic consumer goods is as divorced from reality as is the Venezuelan government’s belief it can beat its people into continued submission. …
As the saying goes, when you exhaust all your other options, you may as well do the right thing. The crisis in Venezuela has churned for four months now because the government hasn’t had to face any costs for its truculent behavior. The Obama administration has an opportunity to change that equation through the principled application of sanctions against behavior no one who wants what is best for the Americas should accept.
The State Department appears to have backed down from its opposition to a bill that would do just that:
“I’m not saying that the State Department loves it,” Rep. Ileana Ros-Lehtinen, the Miami congresswoman who introduced the bill, said on Tuesday. “But this time they’re not actively against it. …
Ros-Lehtinen’s bill, which would freeze assets and ban entry to the U.S. for people found guilty of human rights abuses against Venezuelan protesters, passed the House Foreign Affairs Committee earlier this month despite a campaign by the State Department to pause the bill and its counterpart in the Senate. Ros-Lehtinen hopes to pass it by a voice vote on Wednesday.
Roberta Jacobson, the State Department’s assistant secretary of state for western hemisphere affairs, had argued that the Venezuelan opposition had said they were against the bill — something Venezuela’s opposition coalition, known as MUD, later denied. The opposition has engaged in talks with the government aimed at resolving months of political unrest that have resulted in the deaths of more than 40 people.
David Noriega compares South Florida’s pro-sanctions Venezuelan-American community to the Cubans of Miami, who have spend decades lobbying for tougher anti-Castro policies:
There were about 250,000 Venezuelans living in the United States in 2012, according to census data, of which almost 65,000 are American citizens. But what defines the population is not its size but its political cohesion: The vast majority of Venezuelan immigrants have arrived in one way or another as a consequence of the rise to power of Hugo Chávez, whose regime was marked by aggressive wealth redistribution, expropriations of private enterprise, and other measures that negatively impacted the wealthier sectors of Venezuelan society.
“Compared to, say, Mexicans or Dominicans or other Latino populations, these are almost exclusively people from the middle class and upper middle class,” said David Smilde, a senior fellow and Venezuela expert at the Washington Office on Latin America and a professor at the University of Georgia. “This is a diaspora of people who are very anti-Chávez and now anti-Maduro, whose interests have been touched upon, who fear the rise of a dictatorship, or who have been victims of some kind of political persecution.”
Update from a reader:
I think that American sanctions against Venezuela would be a horrible, terrible, very bad, not good idea, and a godsend gift to President Maduro. Let me explain.
I am originally from Latin America. Even though it is hard to believe for people outside of it, much of the Latin American Left still believes that Cuba is the worker’s paradise. Whenever some rational person points out the poverty that Cubans live in today, the immediate answer is “American Sanctions!” The sanctions have became a magical trick that the Latin American Left can use to explain anything that it is wrong with Cuba.
The exact same thing will happen in Venezuela. Forget the fact that the economic difficulties have been going on for quite some time: the second that the United States imposes sanctions, the Left will immediately start blaming the sanctions for the Venezuelan economic hardships. In fact, it will feed the old Latin America mystique, that some brave leaders like Fidel and Chavez (and, by extension, Maduro) had risen to fight for the poor people in Latin America against the American imperialists. That way, sanctions would actually give credence to Maduro: he can turn to the protesters and say “You are either with Venezuela (and me) or with the American imperialists”.
What is currently happening in Venezuela is gut wrenching. Our natural impulses are to do something about it. But, please, the best thing America can do for Venezuela is to stay as far away as it can.
Activists and health advocates are rightly upset over this poorly executed campaign to get Mexico City mothers to breastfeed. It shows topless celebrities with a carefully placed banner running right over their breasts that says, “No les des la espalda, dale pecho,” which translates to, “Don’t turn your back on them, give them your breast.”
The first problem is how overtly sexualized the women are. The act of breastfeeding is not a sexual act. It vacillates between being painful, annoying, exhausting, inconvenient and heartrendingly sublime. The sexualization of breastfeeding is a large part of the reason so many people shame mothers for breastfeeding in public, and a factor in low breastfeeding rates. (This campaign by two students nicely illustrates this part of the problem.)
Update from a reader:
I think something may be getting lost in translation.
The problem the Mexican advocates have with this campaign is that it seems to blame mothers, suggesting that not breastfeeding is “turning your back” on your child. Mexico has very low rates for exclusive breastfeeding, but that is because most women breastfeed and supplement with formula (about 94% of babies in Mexico are breastfed, compared to 77% in the US). Part of that is because many Mexican women see formula as offering something extra to the baby (it is scientifically formulated!), so in that sense having celebrities advocating nursing might make sense. (One of the most effective pro-breastfeeding campaigns in the ’80s featured then telenovela queen Veronica Castro.)
However, the thing that started the controversy with this campaign was that the creator stated that this campaign is targeting women who do not breastfeed because they want to maintain their figure. That is such an ignorant and ridiculous take on the true barriers for breastfeeding mother in Mexico I don’t even know where to start taking it apart. But the complaints are not about the pictures sexualizing breastfeeding. As a foreigner, it seems to me that seeing these ads as sexualizing breastfeeding says more about American hang-ups with bare breasts than about anything else. I’ve never heard of a woman being asked to breastfeed in a restaurant’s restroom in Mexico, for example.
[For Angelou,] a poet, memoirist, dancer, singer, actress, playwright, producer, director, teacher, civil rights activist and women’s rights advocate, there were no limits to her outlets for creative expression or her capacity to champion justice and equality. Her life was a testament to the power of possibility as well as an affirmation of courage and daring.
As a child growing up in the Jim Crow South, Maya Angelou was raped by her mother’s boyfriend; as a young woman, she worked briefly as a brothel madam and a prostitute. From those roots in powerlessness and violence, she rose to international recognition as a writer known for her frank chronicles of personal history and a performer instantly identified by her regal presence and rich, honeyed voice.
From her desperate early years, Ms. Angelou gradually moved into nightclub dancing and from there began a career in the arts that spanned more than 60 years. She sang cabaret and calypso, danced with Alvin Ailey, acted on Broadway, directed for film and television and wrote more than 30 books, including poetry, essays and, responding to the public’s appetite for her life story, six autobiographies. She won three Grammy Awards for spoken-word recordings of her poetry and prose and was invited by President-elect Bill Clinton to read an original poem at his first inauguration in 1993, making her only the second poet in history, after Robert Frost, to be so honored.
As Margalit Fox notes, Angelou never intended to be known for her autobiography:
[S]he remained best known for her memoirs, a striking fact in that she had never set out to be a memoirist. Near the end of “A Song Flung Up to Heaven,” Ms. Angelou recalls her response when Robert Loomis, who would become her longtime editor at Random House, first asked her to write an autobiography. She demurred at first, still planning to be a playwright and poet. Cannily, Mr. Loomis called her again. “You may be right not to attempt autobiography, because it is nearly impossible to write autobiography as literature,” he said. “Almost impossible.”
Joanne Braxton, a professor at the College of William and Mary, says Angelou’s willingness to reveal the sexual abuse she suffered as a child in I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings was unprecedented at the time. The critical acclaim and popularity of the book opened doors for both African-American and female writers. “Maya Angelou brought about a paradigm shift in American literature and culture,” Braxton says, “so that the works, the gifts, the talents of women writers, including women writers of color, could be brought to the foreground and appreciated. She created an audience by her stunning example.”
In addition to being a poet, author, artist, teacher, and activist, Angelou was a prolific tweeter. Evan McMurry is struck by her final message:
This tweet, sent five days ago, may be Angelou’s final public statement after seven decades of them:
Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.
For a writer who so transformed her own experiences into an autobiographical art at once personal and communal – those 400K followers were there for a reason – that tweet could serve as an epitaph.
(Photo: Poet Dr. Maya Angelou and musician Common attend Angelou’s 82nd birthday party with friends and family at her home in Winston-Salem, North Carolina on May 20, 2010. By Steve Exum/Getty Images)
Update from a reader:
Beyond Angelou’s poetry and prose, she had an uncanny ability to focus compassion for others, and in this case, for one’s self that I’ll also remember about her. You can see the impact it had on Dave, not to mention Tupac:
You posted a tweet with the hashtag #yesallwomen (no issue with that), but then you refer to the sad events this past weekend as “in the wake of the misogyny-fueled rampage near UCSB.” While I agree that Rodgers hated women, if you look at anything he’s put online, he clearly hates other men as well. In fact he seems to hate everyone, including members of his own family. He hated people for many, many reasons, including “you” appearing to be “better” than him. This was true if you had a nicer car than he did, as well as if you had a girlfriend – doubly so if Rodgers found her attractive.
He snapped this past weekend. He had a lot of targets. For whatever reason he started with his roomates, then he went to target some of the women who stood in for women who have turned him down. No doubt given enough time he would have gone after other people he was jealous of.
It is reckless to refer to this as a women’s only issue or to pretend that the only victims or targets were women. By framing it as you did, you imply that. He was a young man who had serious mental issues and had been doing his best to avoid the treament his family was trying to get him. That is the real issue – that, and how he got himself a gun.
Another quotes me:
“What we need is not grandiose and thereby doomed projects of cultural re-education, but a more powerful appeal to men to be gentlemen, to see maleness at its best as a tamed wildness.” Some of the most misogynistic men I have ever met considered themselves to be perfect gentlemen. They claimed that because they would never treat a woman like all those other assholes do, would never ever take her for granted, that they were better. But in reality they felt owed, just like Rogers did.
My ex is a prime example.
When we broke up, after years of me trying to explain, he clearly still didn’t understand why I didn’t just love him back. He was, according to him, the perfect boyfriend! He deserved my love. This totally disregards the fact that he had no respect for my intellect or my ability to think for myself. He treated me like a fragile doll and never understood that I just wanted to be treated like a person. I’m in no way perfect and did not want to be held to his incredibly unrealistic standards. But he always opened the door for me and bought me whatever I insinuated I would maybe eventually like to own. In return, I owed him love, right?
He would be deeply insulted to be called a misogynist. But that’s what he was/is. He never saw me as a fully formed person. I am a woman, so I am different. I am “less than”. I am a trophy to be earned or bought. And he was what you would call tame. I can only imagine what he would have been like if he was “wild”.
A male perspective:
By the end of your counterpoint to deBoer, I think you’ve actually ended up in very nearly the same place as he is (“we need … a more powerful appeal to men to be gentlemen, to see maleness at its best as a tamed wildness”). And if your desire is an appeal for bros to be gentlemen, then I think you’re pretty well asking for an end to (modern American) “traditional masculinity” as we know it. If you’re a gentleman, you don’t exhibit an over-the-top, hyper sense of “aggression, dominance and power.” If you wish to tame those very base instincts, then you’re ending up with a very different version of masculinity than “Murrican dudebro.”
Maybe it’s more of a “macho American” thing, but I was definitely brought up with the societal expectation of being more sexually aggressive. And that’s not just making the first move with a woman; outside of my mom, I was never really pushed back on for chasing girls or ogling them (without considering if it caused them any discomfort). I’m only in my early 30s, but I look back on the teenage me as a not-very-nice person. I’m sure everyone feels that way, but I feel it far more acutely now that my best friends are women.
Forget “expected male” behavior. If all we are is a pack of randy cocks whose excuse is “well it’s testosterone,” then we shortchange ourselves and insult our own capabilities. And forget “taming.” A “tame” animals merely tolerates the presence of humans. I don’t want to merely tolerate women; I strive to be their equal.
Update from a reader:
It seems a tad harsh for your reader to accuse her ex-boyfriend of misogyny for mimicking the classical virtue of chivalry as an attempt to get her to love him back. Based on what she reported, he was guilty of nothing more than ineptitude or incompetence.
Is every male failure, especially in their interactions with women, now an expression of misogyny? What hope do we have when we become contemptible and loathsome women-haters merely by not knowing what we’re doing?
I feel such a conflation not only trivializes the word “misogyny” but all male-female relations. We can now decide whether a male is relating successfully to women by measuring him on this simplified misogyny scale. I have a feeling that male-female relations are actually much more complex than that, given the whole thing is clouded over with issues of self-worth and self-esteem, which men deal with just as intensely – if differently – than women.
The entire discussion all seems besides the point. As other readers have pointed out, Rodgers problem wasn’t being rejected, and it wasn’t women. He had a severe neuropsychiatric disability and mental illness. The argument could be made that in his illness he internalized some of the worst aspects of our culture, and his mental illness amplified those aspects towards violent ends. However, this doesn’t justify cherry-picking aspect of his pathology and ignoring all others.
We need laws in place to empower mental health professionals and law enforcement to stop episodes like this in their tracks, to protect people from those whose mental illness leads them to make tragic, irreversible decisions, and to protect the mentally ill from themselves. That’s the primary, urgent, life-or-death discussion we should be having right now. Trying to pigeonhole this tragic story into a story about misogyny distracts us from this conversation.
Another:
In reference to the reader you quoted regarding Rodger’s hatred of men, yes, he hated other men, but that was quite clearly secondary:
I hated all of those obnoxious, boisterous men who were able to enjoy pleasurable sex lives with beautiful girls, but I hated the girl’s even more, because they were the ones who chose those men instead of me. It was their choice. They are the ones who deprived me of love and sex.
He didn’t just snap this past weekend. It had been premeditated for a long time, and he was quite specific about why he started with his roommates:
On the day before the Day of Retribution, I will start the First Phase of my vengeance: Silently killing as many people as I can around Isla Vista by luring them into my apartment through some form of trickery. The first people I would have to kill are my two housemates, to secure the entire apartment for myself as my personal torture and killing chamber. After that, I will start luring people into my apartment, knock them out with a hammer, and slit their throats.
[…]
This First Phase will represent my vengeance against all of the men who have had pleasurable sex lives while I’ve had to suffer.
His “Second Phase” represented his “War on Women”, beginning with the sorority house. Women were undoubtedly the main focus of his hatred. He certainly didn’t have any rants about men comparable to this:
Women are like a plague. They don’t deserve to have any rights. Their wickedness must be contained in order prevent future generations from falling to degeneracy. Women are vicious, evil, barbaric animals, and they need to be treated as such.
He then goes envisions his perfect world:
The first strike against women will be to quarantine all of them in concentration camps. At these camps, the vast majority of the female population will be deliberately starved to death. That would be an efficient and fitting way to kill them all off. I would take great pleasure and satisfaction in condemning every single woman on earth to starve to death. I would have an enormous tower built just for myself, where I can oversee the entire concentration camp and gleefully watch them all die. If I can’t have them, no one will, I’d imagine thinking to myself as I oversee this. Women represent everything that is unfair with this world, and in order to make the world a fair place, they must all be eradicated.
in the foreground, while purple mountains protruding out of an off-white sky loom over them in the background, and a large cross-shaped bluish-gray tree (the Tree of Life in this Tahitian Eden?) centers the canvas. What may be most interesting about Mata Mua is that, even though the Polynesian religious ritual is the central subject matter, Gauguin limits the scene to the left corner of the painting and places the cross-shaped tree squarely in the center, subtly reminding us of Gauguin’s abiding interest in Christianity.
