what narcissism means to me…

Once I got through my haze of disappointment with my home state of Wisconsin over Feingold’s defeat, I began reading this interesting take on the psyche of the American voter in this week’s New York Magazine. Senior winnows the electorate’s binary options through the prism of child psychology, noting that ‘We are thinking in fanciful, binary choices. Obama and his government must save us; he and his government must disappear. Neither option is especially real.’

Senior continues:

When children act this way, we say they’re simply acting like children. But when adults behave with this same paradoxical mixture of self-importance and insecurity, we call it something else: narcissism. By definition, narcissists are impatient, vainglorious, easily insulted, and aggrieved; they’d never dream of making sacrifices on anyone else’s behalf, unless it simultaneously advanced an agenda of their own.

But the fact is, everyone is capable of narcissism in times of crisis. It’s a very typical response to feeling out of control—especially if you’ve had plenty of control before (or at least the illusion of it), and especially if you still have some means to express your dissatisfaction. And control has been a defining theme of this election cycle. With record unemployment and foreclosure rates, everyone across the system is feeling deeply disempowered. As Obama recently said at a fund-raiser (and was immediately criticized for it afterward), “We’re hardwired not to always think clearly when we’re scared.”

Similarly, one could argue that, if the conditions are right, an entire culture can plunge into narcissistic behavior. In fact, we’ve been here before. In The Culture of Narcissism, the 1979 classic about the spread and normalization of self-absorption in the United States, historian Christopher Lasch suggested that seventies rebellion culture was at once the result of too many constraints and too few. On the one hand, people felt powerless in the face of a changing economy and the expanding impersonal complexity of the modern world, a world that “made the individual dependent on the state, the corporation, and other bureaucracies.” At the same time, a sexual revolution was taking place, the mass media was replacing the church and the family as the main source of culture and values, and Madison Avenue was “undermining the horrors of indebtedness”—all of which gave people a sense of lawlessness and dizzying personal freedom.

The result, in other words, was a culture where people felt the same paradoxical combination experienced by angry children: powerlessness and a destructive, deceptive sense of might.

Although others may have explored these themes during this election cycle, this passage resonates with me deeply. The narrative in our politics has been distilled into comic book actors, and certainly our political leaders, Obama included, have played to these fantasies. Continue reading

bookmarks. equinox edition.

Jon Stewart, I swear to god…

I especially love that they’re dubbing this Rally to Restore Sanity, the Million Moderate March.  My friends and I have discussed it at Brunch, and I just don’t think I can miss this one. There’s some interesting side-eye commentary from the left. However, I don’t completely agree with Greenwald’s conclusion here. The likelihood that I’ll crown Stewart leader of the ‘moderate movement’ is insulting to rational, discerning adults. But I also didn’t feel comfortable with Stewart equalizing criticism of the Bush Administration’s policies of torture and Iraq invasion with the batshit crazy conservative movement response to Obama’s very existence. Yet, I also see that this is why I’m the target demographic for this ‘rally’. And if I want to abandon this cause, I’ve got options.

Other items of interest:

  • Team PostBourgie are about as thoughtful and circumspect as they come. This week’s episode centers around fallout of DC mayor’s race and Inez Sainz accusations of sexual harassment.
  • You may have missed this gem of episode from Everynone as featured NYC’s Radiolab:
  • I can’t stop listening to these gorgeous tracks (here, note the lovely video made by the YouTube user, and here) by Cinematic Orchestra featuring Patrick Watson.

stuck on repeat.

Japanese American store owner placed sign outside store day after Pearl Harbor. photo by Dorothea Lange - Oakland, California, 1942.

Ann Friedman writes that our culture wars will continue ad infinitum:

Economic strife doesn’t just restart the culture war. It reorders the conflict, shifting both the issues at stake and the targets of the moment. One of the great errors of defining the culture war of the 1980s and 1990s as primarily about women’s and gay rights is that liberals got the idea that this was a war we could win. Just give it time, and Americans would become more LGBT-friendly and more accepting of abortion rights, and we would have somehow mended America’s deepest ideological rifts. In some ways, that is proving true. Affirmative action, welfare, women in the workforce, “political correctness” — these were all once battles in the culture war. Today we have a biracial president. Women’s right to work and be compensated fairly is generally accepted. Each poll on marriage equality is more encouraging than the last. These particular issues are falling off the agenda.

Even as we make progress on specific issues, however, the broader culture war seems to get uglier and uglier. The underlying sentiment that has fueled this conflict from the start –that only certain Americans are “real Americans” who deserve rights and respect — has not gone away.

She’s right. While some of us may have congratulated ourselves on the election of the first African American president (Friedman points back to the 2008 Atlantic issue where Andrew Sullivan declares support for Obama to end “the war within America that has prevailed since Vietnam … a war about war — and about culture and about religion and about race”), many of us failed to recognize the root we need to do in embracing America, the Plural Society. We’ve made some marked improvement in areas of gender and race equality (as evidenced by a recent study on happiness in black americans) yet… The photo above was published on a blog I frequently visit called These Americans. There’s a series of images by photographers from WPA era and beyond, documenting America that is worth exploring. It’s a visual history of how far we’ve come and how far we still have yet to go. Continue reading

‘who is this america dem speak of today?’ cont.

Russell Banks says so much more eloquently than I but below is a highlight:

After long reflection, I’ve come to believe that the single defining, likened sequence of stories that all Americans, north, south, and meso- share, regardless of our racial characteristics or ethnic cultural backgrounds, the one narrative that we all participate in, is that of the African Diaspora. This I the narrative template against which all others can be measured, fit into, laid over, or veneered onto. It doesn’t matter where in time one enters it –as Faulkner said, “the past isn’t dead, it isn’t even past –or from whose point of view it’s told. For we have all played different roles in that long serpentine story, and depending on our racial characteristics, sometimes we have been victim, sometimes victimizer, sometimes merely horrified, or thrilled, onlooker with something important, and self defining to lose or gain in the outcome. It doesn’t matter where it’s located. Surely by now we know that there is no town, no county, no state in America that has not been profoundly affected by the events, characters, themes and values dramatized by the story of race in America. It opens in the early seventeenth century, and it continues today in all the Americas, an in Europe too, as a late chapter in the Tale of Empire and in Asia as that chapter called the Vietnam War; and in Africa itself, in the chapters that describe and Liberia’s and Sierra Leone’s tragic, ongoing civil wars for instance. And you don’t have to be a prophet to see that, if this is indeed the era of the American Empire, the African Diaspora is a tale with chapters that will be set worldwide, whenever there is an American presence, well into the next century as well. I might go even further and say that if American culture, from McDonald’s to Disney to Nike, in all its subtle and not so subtle manifestations, has come to dominate the New World Order and if there is today no truly creolized society left on this earth—that is, no multiracial society in which power is not dispensed according to its citizens’ racial characteristics—then we might be able to speak of the universality of the African Diaspora as origin-myth. At least for the foreseeable future.

In its essential outline, it’s the story that begins in violence with capture, permanent enslavement, and forced migrations, passes into institutionalized racism and through emancipation rises to a first and false climax, where it undergoes sudden reversals and embittered transformation, withdraws like a wave falling back to gather force and new complexity, and leads eventually in our time to a future vision not of assimilation but of creolization—a strictly American vision in whose light we are led not to the denial of racial difference or to the celebration of either but to a vivid image of its eventual elimination as a means of group identification. Central to that story—the dialectical engine, one might say that drives its plot—is the conflict between the crime of slavery at the beginning and the morality expressed in our sacred documents, the Bill of Rights and the Constitutions; so that ultimately for the conflict to be resolved in favor of that morality (as it must, if we are not to be a nation of criminals) race in America will be seen to have been all along nothing but a social construct. It will be no longer possible to describe a child in racial terms. To say that a child’s skin is ‘black’ or ‘white’ or ‘red’ or ‘yellow’ will be to day noting socially meaningful about him or her. We will have become a true democracy at last, and, who knows, perhaps we can begin then to talk coherently and openly about economics and class. Continue reading

‘who is this america dem speak of today?’

‘Either I’m nobody, or I’m a nation.’ - Derek Walcott

My partner in crime and literati madness, Lynne, and I continued this conversation about America, American identity, narratives, and plurality over the weekend. I summarized my recent post for her at our stomping ground while we were planning the next issue of our literary journal. We both remarked how we willfully ignored the kerfuffle or hullabaloo of Glen Beck’s “Restoring Honor” rally in DC over the weekend. A rally so blatant in its effort to re-write the narrative of post-civil rights America to serve some nameless corporate and political interest that it turns stomachs, rolls eyes. Whatever. That spectacle, compounded by the nativism and islamophobia washing over many parts of the country over the Park 51 cultural center, juxtaposed against the intensity of the anti-immigration debate in Arizona and California, exacerbates the polarization. We shared our fury over two separate events of assault and vandalism directed at our Muslim Americans; I told her how some believe that this backlash was a delayed reaction to September 11th. We also talked about how we were worried after the towers fell that we would see this behavior in our community and didn’t. We remarked how our mongrel society in the County of Kings asserts our right to exist. Then, I brought her up to speed on the #frazenfreude, the crowning of author Jonathan Franzen as the Great American Novelist of our time, and it’s subsequent fallout/criticism from women authors (Jodi Piccoult, Jennifer Weiner, progenitors of the much maligned chick lit) and the Paris Review’s Lorin Stein’s thoughtful response over on Ta-Nehisi Coates’ blog on the Atlantic.

It’s impossible for me to not look at these things in relation to each other. The narrative of the American experience is undergoing some deep structural work. It’s good to see this debate out there in ether, warts and all. We’re all looking at this in different ways. Continue reading

‘you used to be alright. what happened?’


(saunters in…takes earbuds out ears) Oh, Hey. Wassup??

So I’ve neglected my favorite space for a grip. Sorry about that. I think I needed more time and space to unpack the assault of information, misinformation, opinion, rss feeds, tweets, status updates, check-ins, mayorships, blogs, rants, compounded by some of the banality of daily living. So what’s going on? What did I miss? What happened this summer? Did you see Inception too?

Oh wait:

NAACP delegates passed a resolution to condemn extremist elements within the Tea Party, calling on Tea Party leaders to repudiate those in their ranks who use racist language in their signs and speeches.”

And magically, a scandal surfaced and someone had to respond to it:

From Professor Blair Kelley:

[T]he national meeting of the NAACP issued a statement calling on the conservative Tea Party movement to “repudiate racist factions” in their midst, one year after many in the media and blogosphere had already pointed out evidence of racism during the health care reform protests. Then NAACP President Benjamin Jealous said they were “snookered” by a video posted by right-wing blogger Andrew Breitbart that purported to show civil rights veteran and USDA official Shirley Sherrod “revealing her past racism.” Sherrod was really telling a story about her own transformation, from a person who wanted to aid poor black farmers, to a person who wanted to assist poor farmers no matter their race. The NAACP of today should be celebrating the work of people like Sherrod, not misunderstanding who she is.


Rachel Maddow also flagged a pattern:

It all seems to be spinning out of control. The center will not hold.

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the beautiful game…

I’m trying to be a better world citizen.

One of the blessings of living in a city like New York are the small reminders that I do live in an international city. There are shared cultural moments that bring us all together, even in competition. So for day one of World Cup, I wandered to Madiba, the South African restaurant in my neighbood and walked into a standing room only mixed crowd of South African expats, Mexicans, Americans of all shades and ages. The game brings out the whole range of humanity –joy, agony, ecstasy– or in a word, ebuillience. So here are some scenes from World Cup watchers and revellers for day one and day two. I’ll likely try to get more scenes from around the city as we near the finals. Continue reading