Whale Watching

Last week, Svati Kirsten Narula covered the Internet’s infatuation with a dead whale:

A dead blue whale washed up on the shore of a small fishing town in Newfoundland last week. A bloated, beached, blubbery bomb of a blue whale. As of 3:30 pm Eastern Time [April 30th], the carcass is still intact, but onlookers are worried that it might soon explode. Literally.

The concerned marine science communicators at Upwell and Southern Fried Science have created a website devoted to monitoring this situation:

HasTheWhaleExplodedYet.com. I kid you not.

Ian Crouch reviews the history of exploding whales:

The idea of spontaneous combustion is certainly compelling, but the truth of the matter is that history’s famous exploding whales had a little help from humans.

A whale blew up last year in the Faroe Islands, but only after a seam had been cut by a researcher, who just managed to dodge the gooey shrapnel. Another whale, which showered the streets of the Tawainese city of Tainan in a mess of innards in 2004, was being transported on the back of a truck when it burst. And the most famous exploding whale in history went sky-high thanks to some inventive, if ill-considered, meddling. In 1970, members of the Oregon Highway Division rigged up a dead beached whale with dynamite in an attempt to obliterate it. But it turned out that they were low on firepower, and so, rather than blasting the body into tiny bits of seagull food, they instead sprayed huge chunks of whale over a crowd of people across a wide radius. Thankfully, there was a television crew on hand to capture the full arc of the scene—from hopeful preparation to grim postmortem. Onlookers fled the dunes. An Oldsmobile was flattened. Nobody died.

The Whiteness Of Writing Workshops

Two decades ago, when Junot Diaz arrived at Cornell to pursue his MFA in creative writing, he confronted “the standard problem of MFA programs”: “That shit was too white.” He notes that, in his experience, not much has changed:

It’s been twenty years since my workshop days and yet from what I gather a lot of shit remains more or less the same. I’ve worked in two MFA programs and visited at least 30 others and the signs are all there. The lack of diversity of the faculty. Many of the students’ lack of awareness of the lens of race, the vast silence on these matters in many workshop. I can’t tell you how often students of color seek me out during my visits or approach me after readings in order to share with me the racist nonsense they’re facing in their programs, from both their peers and their professors. In the last 17 years I must have had at least three hundred of these conversations, minimum. I remember one young MFA’r describing how a fellow writer (white) went through his story and erased all the ‘big’ words because, said the peer, that’s not the way ‘Spanish’ people talk. This white peer, of course, had never lived in Latin America or Spain or in any US Latino community—he just knew. The workshop professor never corrected or even questioned said peer either. Just let the idiocy ride.

Another young sister told me that in the entire two years of her workshop the only time people of color showed up in her white peer’s stories was when crime or drugs were somehow involved. And when she tried to bring up the issue in class, tried to suggest readings that might illuminate the madness, her peers shut her down, saying Our workshop is about writing, not political correctness. As always race was the student of color’s problem, not the white class’s. Many of the writers I’ve talked to often finish up by telling me they’re considering quitting their programs. Of course I tell them not to. If you can, please hang in there. We need your work. Desperately.

Eric Nelson sees a diversity deficit in publishing, too:

I have frequently presented books as an editor to a room full of only white people. And even from the sixteen books I’ve sold in the past twelve months, less than a third were by women, and only two were by non-white writers. The lack of diversity really is that bad.

But he also finds cause for hope:

[T]oday the market is already demanding a wider variety of books, and with the rise of electronic publishing, self-publishing, and so many websites that provide traffic and social media metrics, it’s harder than ever to ignore what the market is saying. … [I]t only makes sense for so long to promote exclusively books by and about white men, when clearly there is a huge appetite for a much wider range of material. My point, ultimately, is that—in publishing, at least—the camp for diversity and the market are now pulling in the same direction.

And what will be the argument when, sans gate-keepers, the diversity problem remains? Another definition of racism?

Benjamin Franklin, Poet

Ben Franklin

Daniel Bosch unearths an epitaph Benjamin Franklin wrote for himself when he was 22 years old:

The Body of B. Franklin,
Printer;
Like the Cover of an old Book,
Its Contents torn out,
And Stript of its Lettering and Gilding,
Lies here, Food for Worms.
But the Work shall not be wholly lost:
For it will, as he believ’d, appear once more,
In a new & more perfect Edition,
Corrected and Amended
By the Author.
He was born Jan. 6. 1706.
Died 17

Bosch goes on to comment:

An epitaph typically reinforces values we look for in strong poems: gravity, brevity, levity, and the authority of the speaker’s experience, granted in epitaph’s special case by his death. Franklin is ahead of himself in his rock-solid grasp of these conventions. …

Franklin’s handling of his epitaph, which is of no use till God knows when, gives us a sharper likeness of him than the hundred-dollar bill. He offers us a concrete figure for his Christian faith, a book; yet he conveys a sense that his firmest faith is vested not in what the Good Book says, but what his forthcoming Autobiography will tell us. Whatever rewriting his soul will suffer, Franklin anticipates that he will be revised—corrected, and amended, and even gilded—on this side of the grave, while there is still time for him to enjoy his being issued in a second edition.

(Photo by Jason Langheine)

An Encomium For The Sesquipedalian

Seth Stevenson stands up for using words we don’t quite know the meanings of or how to pronounce:

We’ve all experienced moments in which we brush up against the ceilings of our personal lexicons. I call it “bubble vocabulary.” Words on the edge of your ken, whose definitions or pronunciations turn out to be just out of grasp as you reach for them. The words you basically know but, hmmm, on second thought, maybe haven’t yet mastered? …

Excessive abashment when our vocab goes wrong is, in my view, counterproductive. It has a chilling effect. We become reluctant to reach for the verbal brass ring the next time an opportunity comes along. And that is a loss to us all. Juicy vocabulary words are a hoot. They are one of the great pleasures of conversation. They are to be applauded and savored. We shouldn’t hesitate to draw them from our quivers, even if we may occasionally miss our targets.

I remember all too-vividly a moment from my tender youth when I used the word “spurious” to mean something that would make me spew. I’m not sure I’ve yet recovered from the experience. And I’m not sure whether that wasn’t a good thing.

Only A Fraction Of College Men Are Rapists, Ctd

A reader writes:

Your reader’s shock about the study that found 6 percent of college men had attempted or successfully raped might be lessened if he looked at the study’s methodology. The study defines a man as a rapist if he answers yes to one of four questions:

1) Have you ever been in a situation where you tried but for various reasons did not succeed in having sexual intercourse with an adult by using or threatening to use physical force (twisting their arm, holding them down, etc.) if they did not cooperate?

2) Have you ever had sexual intercourse with someone, even though they did not want to, because they were too intoxicated (on alcohol or drugs) to resist your sexual advances (e.g., removing their clothes)?

3) Have you ever had sexual intercourse with an adult when they didn’t want to because you used or threatened to use physical force (twisting their arm, holding them down, etc.) if they did not cooperate?

4) Have you ever had oral sex with an adult when they didn’t want to because you used or threatened to use physical force (twisting their arm, holding them down, etc.) if they did not cooperate?

The first, third, and fourth options would be probably be considered rape or attempted rape by most people, but the second is much less clear. Obviously, having sex with someone who is drunk to the point of unconsciousness is rape, but the phrasing of the second option casts a much broader net.

It seems that a drunken hookup where one participant expressed regret after the fact would qualify even if he or she appeared to be consent at the time. I’m not trying to blame the victims of rape; I am simply pointing out that determining consent in the presence of intoxication is difficult, and broadly defining sex while intoxicated as rape would likely over count substantially given how linked sex and alcohol tend to be in a college environment.

The paper shows that question two is where the vast majority of the tallied rapes come from: 80.8 percent of the 120 who answered “yes” to any of the four questions answered “yes” to question two, compared with only 17.5 percent for question one, 9.2 percent for question three, and 10 percent for question four. If you exclude question two, you end up with somewhere between 1 and 1.5 percent of respondents being rapists. This is still a high number, to be sure, but nowhere near the 6 percent your reader was so concerned about.

Lots of readers were concerned that the study “broadly defined sex while intoxicated as rape,” which might be the case if question two didn’t specify that the intoxicated person did not want to have sex. Still, it’s worth noting violent rape, at least, is relatively rare. Another writes that “Marcotte’s piece was actually more brave than you give it credit for”:

In the past few years, there’s been a consistent, concerted effort to reorient the discussion about sexual assault towards blaming the perpetrators (which, in many cases, are “men” as a class) and not the victims (“women”).

A good portion of this is because, per feminist theory, “men” are the oppressor class and “women” are the oppressed class. Therefore, because most rapists are men and too many women get raped, we can safely use “men” as a shorthand for “the rapey class of people.” From my angle, I’ve long believed that making “men” and “rapists” semi-coterminous is seriously bad for young men’s mental health, especially as they’re coming to discover what “man” and “masculinity” are in high school and college. It reinforces all the worst, most negative, most damaging stereotypes about how they should see themselves: they’re violent, scary, and unambiguously threatening.

Marcotte may seem to be stating the obvious when she says that “men” don’t rape, but look at what happened when RAINN, among other mild statements, suggested that the over-focus on men as perpetrators “has led to an inclination to focus on particular segments of the student population (e.g., athletes), particular aspects of campus culture (e.g., the Greek system), or traits that are common in many millions of law-abiding Americans (e.g., “masculinity”), rather than on the subpopulation at fault: those who choose to commit rape.” They got massacred by the gendersphere.

So unfortunately, even though (as RAINN’s report states) only 3 percent of college men are responsible for more than 90 percent of rapes, any discussion about rape is almost universally framed as “men vs women” instead of “normal people vs the minority of sociopathic people who commit rape.”

Amanda Marcotte – as popular a feminist blogger as any – is quite familiar with all this background, and she chose to poke holes in the conversation anyway. That takes guts.

Recent Dish on campus rape here, here, and here.

Mental Health Break

The world doesn’t have to be dog-eat-dog:

Miss Cellania captions:

Twelve very happy and well-behaved dogs go for an excursion to the beach in Australia and express themselves to the tune of “Happy.” Oh yeah, there’s a cat, too. It’s Didga, the skateboarding cat! You know he’ll be able to hold his own with all those dogs. This video is a lot of fun, but you just wait until they all go swimming – including Didga!

“The US Is A Living Hell”

That’s the verdict of a propagandistic human rights report issued by North Korea’s state-run Korean Central News Agency. Nina Strochlic finds the report’s relative accuracy unnerving:

In North Korea, where accurate depictions of human rights never make it into the state-crafted news, the press doesn’t exist to focus investigations inward. But it’s also disturbing that Pyongyang felt little need to load up a report on the U.S. with hyperbole or farce. The words may be overwrought (“Such poor human rights records in the U.S. are an inevitable product of the ruling quarters’ policy against humanity,” one line reads), but the facts are plainly, and uncomfortably, laid out. Something’s off when the most notoriously abusive country in the world has the material to level criticism, even if it has no credibility to do so.

Adam Taylor also looks over the report:

[T]he only truly debatable part is on gun crime. While it’s true that the number of mass shootings has risen in the United States, violent crime in general has dropped over the past few years, with homicide rates down in most major cities. And while the April 10 U.N. report did note that the United States has a high murder rate, the top spot went to Honduras. (KCNA appears to have misread the report, which said the Americas were the region with most gun crime.)

After fact-checking the report in detail, Matt Ford concludes that “Pyongyang’s sins don’t make Washington a saint”:

While it’s easy to dismiss North Korea’s critiques as hypocritical, it isn’t the only country to criticize America’s human-rights record. When asked about Malaysia’s progress on human rights at a press conference in Kuala Lampur this past week, Obama said his host “has still got some work to do. Just like the United States, by the way, has some work to do on these issues. Human Rights Watch probably has a list of things they think we should be doing as a government.”

On cue, Human Rights Watch released that very list, urging the United States to improve its record on mass incarceration, NSA surveillance, and racial discrimination, among other topics.

Misled By Maps

Girls Names

Ben Blatt ruins everyone’s good time by pointing out the shortcomings of viral maps like this one, which shows the most popular names for baby girls by state over time:

In 1984, only 13 states are labeled Ashley; by 1992, 30 states are. But it turns out that in 1984, a female baby born in the United States was actually 8 percent more likely to be named Ashley than in 1992.

Ashley was still the most popular girls’ name in 1991 and 1992. But its newfound dominance of the map is not the result of its growing popularity. Ashley was on the decline by the early ’90s—but other names were declining even faster. The original maps don’t actually say that Ashley was increasing in popularity in the early ’90s, but the way the information is presented, that misunderstanding is almost unavoidable. …

Again, this doesn’t mean the baby-name maps are wrong. They don’t purport to show anything except the most commonly given name in each state. In fact, these particular maps are well-designed and informative, if you have time to wade through the implications of the data. But it’s easy to see false trends here. Behind each map is data for hundreds of names across 50 states that would need to be examined closely to find the real trends. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a viral Excel sheet.

But then he makes amends with an interactive feature displaying some maps of his own:

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