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Allie Brosh, author of the brilliant web-comic Hyperbole and a Half, has published her first book. In an interview, Brosh discusses her approach to comedy:

Stand-up was originally the thing that I wanted to do. I love stand-up, I watch a lot of it, I’m just very, very into stand-up. It’s always been a dream of mine to do that. I haven’t figured out how to do it in a way that I feel comfortable with. I almost think my writing and drawing is a result of my attempts to – subconscious attempts, of course – to bring the look or the feel of stand-up to this inanimate space. So there is more of facial expressions in drawings, so there is more of that sense of watching someone’s facial expressions and body language while you’re listening to them tell you jokes.

Linda Holmes applauds Brosh for writing so candidly about her ongoing battles with depression:

First-person cultural narratives about major battles are often written through the distorting haze of a long memory — that’s what David Carr was trying to counter when he investigated his own past for his memoir Night Of The Gun. But there’s no substitute, really, for the necessary honesty that comes with currency. Allie Brosh is Allie Brosh right now. You can wish her well, but she’ll tell you she’s not sure how it’s going. That’s part of why people with depression believe her. It’s part of why they trust her so much. She told The Telegraph about depression: “It’s sort of like a thing that is maybe a tunnel, but also maybe a giant tube that just keeps going in a circle. And you can’t tell which one it is while you’re in it. There might be light, but there might just be more tube.”

If you want to know how hard it is, she’s telling you that’s how hard it is. Not was, is. And as uncomfortable as that might be, it’s a perspective worth offering.

In another interview, Brosh reflects on the response she got to her posts on depression:

I got great feedback. It’s strange. People said they identified with it and related to it, and it helped them feel less alone. Depression can be an extremely isolating experience. But after I posted it and people said, “Hey, I related to this,” it did the same thing for me. [Depression] was isolating for me, but to have people saying they went through something similar was reassuring to me too… It was liberating to be able to take this thing, the worst thing that had ever happened to me, and really look at it. And look at all the absurdities of it. It just felt so freeing to really own it.

The above cartoon comes from an excerpt from her book. Previous Dish on Brosh here, here, and here.

Coming In Colors

A recent study investigated the connection between sexual feelings and synesthesia, a condition in which the perception of one sensory experience (e.g. hearing) simultaneously triggers another sensory perception (e.g. color). What the study found:

The sexual synaesthetes described different perceptual sensations for different stages of sexual activity from arousal to climax. Initial fantasy and desire triggered the colour orange for one woman. As excitement built for another participant, this went together with colours of increasing intensity. With excitement plateauing, one person described fog transformed into a wall. Orgasm was then described as the wall bursting, “ringlike structures … in bluish-violet tones.” The final so-called resolution phase was accompanied for another participant with pink and yellow. …

The survey results showed that the sexual synaesthetes scored higher than control participants for sexual desire and for altered states of consciousness during sex, including “oceanic boundlessness” (feelings of derealisation and ecstasy) and “visionary restructuaralisation” (hallucinations). Surprisingly perhaps, the synaesthetes also reported less sexual satisfaction than the controls. Their interview answers suggested this is because their synaesthetic experiences enrich their own sexual sensations but leave them feeling disconnected from their partner. It’s all very well if sex triggers your own personal light show, but if you can’t share it, well … it must be kind of isolating.

Is Good Writing Good Enough?

The Library of America recently published John Updike’s Collected Stories in two volumes. In a review, James Santel considers “the larger problem of John Updike: he was incapable of writing badly, but was he capable of writing, for lack of a better word, importantly?”

Having read nearly 200 of Updike’s stories in rapid succession, I’m more sympathetic to the critics’ point of view than I had been. While not willing to go as far as [Jonathan] Franzen, who argues that Updike was “wasting” his “tremendous, Nabokov-level talent,” I was surprised by how many of Updike’s stories impressed me while I read them, and how few left an impression.

One can open the Collected Stories to almost any page and find a surprising metaphor, a lovely description, or a wry morsel of irony without remembering much of anything about story that contains it. The stories that I’d already read and admired, the ones widely regarded as Updike’s best — “Pigeon Feathers,” “A Sense of Shelter,” “In Football Season,” “The Persistence of Desire,” “The Happiest I’ve Been,” and, of course, “A&P,” for decades a stalwart of high school curricula — now strike me as a largely comprehensive list, in little need of emendation in light of Updike’s larger corpus.

The curious paradox of Updike is that he made art into a craft, but only rarely did he transcend craft to achieve art. In a sense, then, the answer to [critic James] Wood’s question [“of whether beauty is enough”] is that beauty is not enough, at least not the beauty of finely tuned prose and vivid images that was Updike’s specialty. Art requires the wedding of aesthetics and morals, and the case might be made that the morals are more important; few people would call Dostoyevsky a beautiful writer, but even fewer would contest that he was a great artist.

The Placebo Effect Has Its Place, Ctd

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Readers respond to a recent post:

One thing that’s often overlooked when talking about the placebo effect is that placebos can result in physical and measurable changes. In Parkinson’s, placebo doesn’t just affect the mind; it can affect the brain itself by increasing the release of dopamine, which can lead to the improvement of motor symptoms. I work in the Parkinson’s community and there is a strong interest among people living with the disease to harness placebo as a treatment in and of itself.

Of course that comes with significant ethical issues – the purposeful deception of patients as standard care is not an easy idea to swallow. However, there is perhaps one easy way around this quandary: tell patients they’re on a placebo. A study on irritable bowel syndrome published a few years ago found an improvement in symptoms when they did just that.

Another reader:

I think that Aidan O’Donnell has a skewed perspective on the placebo effect.

Rather than being “the added satisfaction patients derive from a treatment, over and above its actual benefits,” the placebo effect is in fact the baseline benefit against which the efficacy of medical treatments are measured. It does not refer to just a “feeling” of being better. It is a measure of actually being better in the same way as that achieved via medical treatment. In other words, our bodies are capable of some degree of healing without medical intervention, and our physiological processes are affected by our psychological state.

Another:

What Dr. O’Donnell seems to be missing is the fact that what people are looking for would be unethical for doctors to provide. People aren’t just looking to feel better; modern medicine does a pretty good job of managing pain. If all people wanted was more human contact and a small boost to overall well being and happiness, they could turn to a massage or some other spa treatment. What people want is an answer to their problems. They want to someone to tell them that it will be alright and that they can be fixed, and that the fix won’t be difficult or cause them pain. And so they turn to chiropractors and acupuncturists and homeopathic doctors. Because these people will tell them that they can make it better, even when they can’t (and they never can). Their success cases depend on the human body’s own recovery and the placebo effect. Their costs are small compared to real medical care, and they do no lasting harm, and you feel better when they are done. It’s easy to get sucked in.

Real medical doctors need to tell their patients the truth, that many times things look bad, and recovery may be long and painful. That isn’t to say that they don’t make mistakes, and that there are no improvements to be made. But it’s uncertainty that people are paying to get rid of, even if it’s a pleasant lie that they are buying.

Street Sermons

B.M.I. acknowledges that “no, hip-hop is not perfect, nor is it outright ‘redemptive,’ but it speaks truth to a society that has, historically, ignored the laments of sufferers”:

The easiest connection to make between Christianity and hip-hop is its prophetic voice. The prophets in the Old Testament were sent by God to speak to his people and tell them how it was, show them with vivid language the reality of their plight. It was always descriptive long before it was prescriptive. Prophecy was not some futuristic sightseeing, but truth telling so that they may see the future. Ralph Basui Watkins has been a central figure in the discussion of hip-hop and Christianity for years and he expands on the nature of that voice:

“Like Jeremiah, hip-hop is crying out as it critiques and engages the plight of those it speaks for and to. Hip-hop is looking at the political centers and religious leaders, critiquing them while crying out for help. The question is, will the leaders hear hip-hop? Will they listen to the cry? Will they come alongside hip-hop and help, or will they condemn the screaming voice from within?” – Hip-Hop Redemption, pg. 49

If you remember, the prophets, too, turned toward the political and religious leaders of their day and described the very sins that infected the cities and altars. The prophets spoke with the very word of God passing through their teeth to accuse and condemn. I can only imagine the harshness of the language that they used to fill their listener’s ears with descriptive force. Hip-hop employs the same format as emcees see and report the way things are and shout out about the way things ought to be. They speak to the beat in hopes that the political machine and church will see the reality of what is going on in the culture, especially in the inner cities. Making a call for them to turn and repent of their part in the fracturing of those very communities and work towards restoration.

Previous Dish on hip-hop and religion here.

Is Obamacare Politically Unstable?

In a post linked to earlier, Douthat noted that the Obamcare “subsidy cut-off creates a chasm between winners and losers right in the middle of the middle class, which is not a normal way for social insurance to be subsidized”:

Now an effective levy of several thousand dollars on the small fraction of middle class Americans who buy on the individual market is not history’s great injustice. But neither does it seem like the soundest or most politically stable public policy arrangement.

Ezra imagines various ways the law could develop. One scenario:

The law could fail relative to expectations and prove a political disaster for Democrats, but still be delivering insurance to more than 10 million Americans come 2017. As a result, President Chris Christie could find himself with a mandate to make changes but no earthly way to pass full repeal. Obamacare thus becomes the platform for a far-reaching set of Republican health-care reforms.

Cowen foresees something similar:

Chris Christie will campaign against ACA and beat Hillary Clinton in the general election.  Upon assuming office he will place price controls on the insurance plans in the individual market, repeal much but not all of the federal financial support for the Medicaid expansion, and keep many other parts of ACA, while claiming to have repealed the whole thing.  Enough Democrats will go along with this, as public opinion will have shifted toward the Republican side on this issue.  The individual market still won’t be working very well.  The exchanges will be working fine in the technical sense, but skittishness, political risk, and the adverse selection death spiral will have led the insurance companies to withhold high quality policies from that side of the market.

Meanwhile, McArdle wonders whether the limited networks many exchange plans use will face a political backlash:

Nineteen million people were buying insurance on the individual market; an estimated 16 million of them will need to switch to policies on the exchanges or Medicaid. Those policies may end up costing them less, after subsidies (especially if they go on Medicaid). But they will also force them to go to cheaper doctors and hospitals. The young won’t care, but the middle-aged will chafe at the loss of freedom. Especially because the expensive doctors and hospitals are often the ones most in demand — the ones with cutting-edge technologies and skills. Cost is not a perfect proxy for quality, of course. But it is not unrelated, either.

Now, maybe that’s all they do: chafe and complain. But maybe they contact their state or federal legislators and demand that carriers be required to cover all the expensive doctors and hospitals. This is basically what happened in the 1990s: Health maintenance organizations achieved significant cost controls by limiting patient choices, and patients got their legislators to put a stop to it. With so many people being affected, it would be surprising if that didn’t happen again.

The Sorry State Of Science?

The Economist complains that modern scientists are doing “too much trusting and not enough verifying—to the detriment of the whole of science, and of humanity”:

Academic scientists readily acknowledge that they often get things wrong. But they also hold fast to the idea that these errors get corrected over time as other scientists try to take the work further. Evidence that many more dodgy results are published than are subsequently corrected or withdrawn calls that much-vaunted capacity for self-correction into question. There are errors in a lot more of the scientific papers being published, written about and acted on than anyone would normally suppose, or like to think.

Various factors contribute to the problem. Statistical mistakes are widespread. The peer reviewers who evaluate papers before journals commit to publishing them are much worse at spotting mistakes than they or others appreciate. Professional pressure, competition and ambition push scientists to publish more quickly than would be wise. A career structure which lays great stress on publishing copious papers exacerbates all these problems. “There is no cost to getting things wrong,” says Brian Nosek, a psychologist at the University of Virginia who has taken an interest in his discipline’s persistent errors. “The cost is not getting them published.”

In a separate piece, the magazine suggests some steps for the scientific community to reclaim legitimacy:

A start would be getting to grips with statistics, especially in the growing number of fields that sift through untold oodles of data looking for patterns. Geneticists have done this, and turned an early torrent of specious results from genome sequencing into a trickle of truly significant ones. Ideally, research protocols should be registered in advance and monitored in virtual notebooks. This would curb the temptation to fiddle with the experiment’s design midstream so as to make the results look more substantial than they are. (It is already meant to happen in clinical trials of drugs, but compliance is patchy.) Where possible, trial data also should be open for other researchers to inspect and test.

Jerry Coyne reacts:

The main lesson of these pieces is that we shouldn’t trust a scientific result unless it’s been independently replicated—preferably more than once. That’s something we should already know, but what we don’t know is how many findings—and the articles deal largely with biomedical research—haven’t been replicable, how many others haven’t even been subject to replication, and how shoddy the reviewing process is, so that even a published result may be dubious.

As I read these pieces, I did so captiously, really wanting to find some flaws with their conclusions. I don’t like to think that there are so many problems with my profession. But the authors have done their homework and present a pretty convincing case that science, especially given the fierce competition to get jobs and succeed in them, is not doing a bang-up job. That doesn’t mean it is completely flawed, for if that were true we’d make no advances at all, and we do know that many discoveries in recent years (dinosaurs evolving into birds, the Higgs boson, black matter, DNA sequences, and so on) seem solid.

Relatedly, Michael White investigates the motivations of cheating scientists:

The trouble happens when good ideas turn out to be wrong. Based on a compelling idea, a scientist may have invested months or years of work, given presentations to colleagues or even the public, and published promising results in a high-profile journal. But further experiments don’t turn out as expected, and it becomes clear that the cherished idea that was too good not to be true now needs to be abandoned. At this point, as physicist Bob Park described it in Voodoo Science: The Road From Foolishness to Fraud, scientists reach a fork in the road. “In one direction lies the admission that they may have been mistaken. … In the other direction is denial. … Few if any scientists are so clever or so lucky that they will not come to such a fork in their career.”

Infrared Ghosts, Ctd

U.S. Air And Marine Predator Drones Launch For Missions Overlooking U.S.-Mexico Border

Robert T. Gonzalez is unnerved by a detail in Matthew Power’s essay on the psychology of drone warfare:

Killing from afar could contribute in a significant way to what Air Force psychologists refer to in a 2011 mental health survey of 600 combat drone operators as “existential conflict.” Over 40 percent of drone crews surveyed reported moderate to high stress. One in five reported emotional exhaustion or burnout. A later study, Power writes, found that “drone operators suffered from the same levels of depression, anxiety, PTSD, alcohol abuse, and suicidal ideation as traditional combat aircrews.” So how best to ease the consciences of America’s Drone Warriors? Powers mentions one solution in a parenthetical, emphasized below:

These effects [PTSD, alcohol abuse, suicidal ideation] appeared to spike at the exact time of Bryant’s deployment, during the surge in Iraq. (Chillingly, to mitigate these effects, researchers have proposed creating a Siri-like user interface, a virtual copilot that anthropomorphizes the drone and lets crews shunt off the blame for whatever happens. Siri, have those people killed.)

It is painfully ironic, given the ineffectiveness of physical distance at easing soldiers’ consciences, that researchers would propose the psychological equivalent as a mitigating measure – even (perhaps especially) if it proves to be an effective therapeutic technique. It is a testament to our species’ capacity for humanity, after all, that in withdrawing our bodies from the grisly realities of war we seem to have left our psyches behind.

(Photo: Air Interdiction Agent Jack Thurston from U.S. Office of Air and Marine (OAM) pilots an unmanned Predator aircraft from a flight operations center near the Mexican border at Fort Huachuca in Sierra Vista, Arizona on March 7, 2013. By John Moore/Getty Images.)

Can American Conservatism Be Saved?

The best part of Wilfred McClay’s new essay on what Michael Oakeshott could contribute to today’s American Republicanism is a gem from George Santayana, perhaps the most under-rated conservative writer I know. In thinking of America, Santayana was struck by the vastness of its wildernesses, its gigantic mountain ranges and deserts, its inherent difference from the genteel English conservatism of what Tolkien called the Shire.

But he didn’t draw from this any sense of American exceptionalism, in which this country’s sheer might could empower it to run the world, or to unleash the animal spirits of capitalism. He saw something else in those mountains:

A Californian whom I had recently the pleasure of 428px-Michael_Oakeshott meeting observed that, if the philosophers had lived among your mountains, their systems would have been different from what they are. Certainly, I should say, very different from what those systems are which the European genteel tradition has handed down since Socrates; for these systems are egotistical; directly or indirectly they are anthropocentric, and inspired by the conceited notion that man, or human reason, or the human distinction between good and evil, is the centre and pivot of the universe. That is what the mountains and the woods should make you at last ashamed to assert…

It is the yoke of this genteel tradition itself that these primeval solitudes lift from your shoulders. They suspend your forced sense of your own importance not merely as individuals, but even as men. They allow you, in one happy moment, at once to play and to worship, to take yourselves simply, humbly, for what you are, and to salute the wild, indifferent, non-censorious infinity of nature. You are admonished that what you can do avails little materially, and in the end nothing. At the same time, through wonder and pleasure, you are taught speculation. You learn what you are really fitted to do, and where lie your natural dignity and joy, namely, in representing many things, without being them, and in letting your imagination, through sympathy, celebrate and echo their life.

There is a Whitmanesque celebration of America here – but in the service of emphasizing the limits of human activity, the insignificance of so much that rivets us day by day, and the more fruitful option of mere enjoyment of these wildernesses, a giving over to them. And this uniquely American sense of the promising yonder and awe-inspiring West will – and should – shape an indigenous conservatism. Why such an emphasis on contingent space and place? Because conservatism in its best sense is about the constant situating of the individual within a cultural and historical context. Indeed, the very idea of the individual, an Oakeshottian would insist, is a contingent and unlikely achievement of the modern European and American mind, forged first by Augustine from the moral kindling of Christianity, and elaborated ever since. Individualism can never therefore be an ideology. “I built that” is an excrescent simplification, a form of contempt for tradition and society.

McClay asks the obvious yet overlooked question in our politics today: what is it that American conservatives want to conserve? It’s a great question. I am sympathetic, for example, to some conservatives’ dismay at the decline of unifying cultural events like Christmas or Easter. I am sympathetic to conservative resistance to changes in, say, marriage law, or the cultural impact of mass Latino immigration. There is real loss for many here as well as real gain for many more in the future. But the key to a more productively conservative defense of tradition is, it seems to me, a civility in making the case and an alertness to the occasional, contingent need for genuine reform, as social problems emerge in a changing society.

Today’s Republicanism is, in contrast, absolutist, ideological, fundamentalist and angry. It has ceased to be a voice among others in a genuine conversation about our country and become a rigid, absolutist ideology fueled by the worst aspects of the right – from racism to Randian indifference to the many others who made – and make – our lives possible. A lot of the time, it is quite simply philistine. Here’s what McClay gleans from Oakeshott’s writing that could help the cause of conservative reform:

First, the idea of conversation as the model for civilized life.

Second, the need to create and preserve appropriate scale in our communities, for the sake of fostering just such conversation.

Third, the profound human need for release from the burden of purposefulness, which is perhaps another way of expressing the enduring need for transcendence, an avenue that Rationalism tends to foreclose to us.

And fourth, the irreplaceable mission of liberal learning.

To translate: civility in public discourse, maximal federalism and subsidiarity, a sense of transcendence to overcome the delusions of materialism and individualism, and a relentless defense of universities as the core places where our society learns to breathe and grow in the light of knowledge and understanding.

Is this an agenda? Not in any sense of the word. And that is the point. There is no fixed set of policies that an Oakeshottian conservative will embrace. It will all depend on the time and the place and the problem. He will question change and reform as a constant necessity – which is what makes him (and me) allergic to the bromides of progressivism. But he will also try and judge when reform is necessary to preserve the coherence of a society. So, for example, I favor immigration reform, legalized cannabis and gay marriage because they are contingent and creative responses to emergent social facts: the existence of millions of undocumented immigrants, widespread illegal use of cannabis, and the arrival of a self-conscious minority denied the dignity of equal citizenship. There are Oakeshottian conservative critiques of all three reforms, as well. The issue, in the end, is one of prudential judgment about all these questions, a skill and virtue that can never be reduced to an ideology or “ism”.

Understanding the limits of one’s own understanding makes a political conversation natural. It’s what I’ve tried to foster here on the Dish and failed to live by during the more emotional period after 9/11. It’s not just a blogging formula. It’s a way of thinking. And until we revive that manner of thinking, American conservatism will remain defined by its ugliest and dumbest protagonists.

Recent Dish on Oakeshott here. My own book on Oakeshott’s thought (my doctoral dissertation) can be bought here. My more accessible book, The Conservative Soul, deeply influenced by Oakeshott’s thought can be bought here.

A Dating Site For Every Subculture, Ctd

A reader writes:

While I did meet my wife of 16 years online, it wasn’t via a dating site (I don’t know if any existed then). It wasn’t even on the Internet. Or rather, it was, but not the way people think of it today. It was on one of the old USENET newsgroups, where a large number of quirky and interesting people hung out and discussed … pretty much everything. It was a strange but useful situation in which most people were looking for a relationship, but unlike dating site hookups we weren’t “stuck” with trying to make something happen with one person in semi-contrived “dates”.

My future wife and I argued passionately but congenially. We liked one another but there was no romantic spark (at least on my end). But that group often had get-togethers. People would fly across the country to hang out for a weekend, and on one of those trips we met in person. There was a click, but we didn’t act on it until another get-together months later. Serendipity? I think so.

An unrelated aside: A lot of bi, gay, and poly people were on the group in those days, and being around them (even in a mostly virtual fashion) finished off my wavering discomfort with, and disapproval of, gay folks.

Another reader:

Yes, I finally [tinypass_offer text=”subscribed”]. Over the years the Dish has gotten me through elections, made me angry, kept me sane. What assuaged my guilt and held me back, honestly, was the tone of your responses to readers’ concerns about the two in-your-face/not-after-the-jump photos of genitalia. You may have the luxury of being out from under The Man’s tyranny at your workplace, but not all of us are.

But what broke down my resistance to subscribing was the post from the single farmer reading the Dish on his tractor. Whether or not you can add a dating section to your amazing site (God, that would be awesome), it fiercely hit me how much I value the diversity, not only of the posts, but of your amazing readers, and how much in their diversity they look like me. Where else do atheists willingly suffer and thoughtfully respond to posts about Catholicism; where else do Catholics so thoughtfully try to balance reason, doctrine, the reality of the contemporary world, and the imperative of mercy and justice? Where else do people explain, present arguments, and attempt logically to convince, rather than shout, slander, and throw tantrums when faced with reasonable questions? I am already a part of this strange group that values rational debate (and puppies); now I am a contributing part.

And I’m also single, in Portland, Oregon. I realized long ago I am incompatible with nearly everyone.

I can see the different merits in opposing positions; I can see gray; I can see that conservatism, and the robust continuity of a polity and a people can sometimes best be served by “progressive” decisions that take note of the reality of the times. And I do find that contemporary reality is rather often something of which we should indeed take heed! All that puts me in a minority – yet on your site I am in the majority. Like your farmer, I work with my hands – in my case as a chef. Like your farmer, my blue-collar metier doesn’t preclude curiosity or stain my neck indelibly red. I work for a nonprofit; I donate my time to other charities; I’m Catholic and finally excited about my Church as a whole (I always saw much good at the local level, thankfully). I imagine a new Franciscan Era in which we all learn how to be more merciful, tolerant, rational, and just, in our dealings with others and in our governance.

I’m 4’10”, slender, bench 200 pounds, adore Rilke and Ottoman court music, studied Japanese and philosophy, and like to read the news in English, Spanish, and French when I have the time (because I forgot any and all Japanese). Also, because I’m a cook, I have the most lamentable diet imaginable when away from work (I take it on faith that Reese’s constitutes a complete protein and that the citric acid in Haribo counts as a fruit). I like training dogs, I like petting cats, I’m on Reddit, I take MOOCs, I’m suddenly near-sighted, and I’m addicted to lipstick. My primary adjunct spirituality is that of looking at Cute Cat Photos on the Internet.

Let’s see what you can find me!

Update from a reader:

No seriously. Help us out, here. I met one Dishhead in person when he overheard my conversation, at a Gotye concert I had been dragged to and hated every second of. He was so handsome and funny in a corduroy blazer and was amazed when I quickly estimated that I probably had 8-10 comments published. And then there was the adorable casual invocation of the girlfriend who just didn’t get why he spent so much time on the Dish every day. But before that little revelation we already had so much in common and so many things to talk about!

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