Dear Reader (Including members of the Bailey Beach Club Diversity Committee who may suddenly be too busy to read this “news”letter),
I want to talk to you about everything going on right now.
Unfortunately, according to Brandeis University’s Prevention, Advocacy and Resource Center’s “Oppressive Language List,” I just oppressed you.
See if you can figure out why. I’ll wait. Give up?
I’ll forgive you for not knowing this, but apparently the phrase “everything going on right now”—damn, I did it to you again—is oppressive. Why? Because, I defecate you negatory, “Being vague about important issues risks miscommunication and can also avoid accountability.” So, if I say, “everything going on right now” in reference to police brutality, or the pandemic, I might be letting our oppressors off the hook.
So let me be more specific. When I say “everything going on right now,” I’m referring to garbage like this. And the last thing I want to do is let the people responsible for this linguistic oppression off the hook.
Some more examples:
Brandeis also wants you to stop using the term “trigger warning” because “the word 'trigger' has connections to guns for many people; We can give the same heads-up using language less connected to violence.”
The Federal Aviation Administration issued a report on how to deal with drones. That’s a legitimately important subject. Fortunately, they did such a bang up job solving all that, they had time left over to fix the oppressive language of aviation. The “FAA Gender-Free Style Guide Recommendations” appended to the report call for replacing “he” and “she” with “they” and “them,” “airmen” with “air crew” etc. They also want to do away with “cockpit” because “on occasion masculine crew members have wielded the term ‘cockpit’ to exclude or undermine femme coworkers.”
The Biden White House’s budget proposal refers—in one section at least—to people who have babies as “birthing persons.”
In a similar vein, in an essay—none dare call them “op-eds” anymore—in today’s New York Times, a transgender man writes:
We are, all of us, in a constant stage of negotiation with the political and cultural forces attempting to shape us into simple, translatable packages. Trans people, by necessity, are more aware of these forces; that fluency is a strength, and it has afforded us an opportunity to question the stories about the “biology” of gender that are so foundational to American culture: Do we all really want to co-sign the notion that a uterus, and thus reproductive potential, is how we define womanhood? When a nonbinary person births a child, why must the birth certificate dictate that the person who gave birth is a “mother,” and what does being a “mother” even mean, exactly? What might it mean for all parents if “mother” and “father” were not such distinct categories in child-rearing? Who benefits from their continuing separation?
Now, I just ranted about the above essay on TheRemnant (out tomorrow), so I don’t want to recycle all that here. So let me start with this trigger warning thing to get me to my point.
I have no problem doing away with the phrase “trigger warning.” I’m not a fan of the term or the idea behind it. But let me concede in the spirit of generosity and humility that one doesn’t have to be categorical about this. Advising people in advance about disturbing content is perfectly fine with me. Movies have ratings and TV shows have parental advisories, and I find that not just defensible but helpful. Lots of shows depicting suicide these days come with a warning and help-line for those feeling suicidal. That seems like a better social compromise than banning depictions of suicide.
No, my main problem with the way trigger warnings have been deployed is the broadness and nature of what they’re warning about. My second biggest problem is that the science behind trigger warnings is garbage.
The systematic violence of the English language.
But that’s not why Brandeis wants to get rid of the term. It thinks “trigger” is associated with violence. Okay, if we’re going to take that seriously, let’s note that the word “trigger” derives from the Dutch word trekker, from which we get “trek.” Today, trek means a journey, but it originally meant to pull, like a wagon pulled by oxen (hence the evolution of the word). “Trigger” means something you pull; it may indeed be associated with violence, but only in the minds of people who make that association.
But if words associated with violence have to go—Muad’Dib!—there are far deadlier killing words out there. For instance, our political discourse is drenched in military language: “battleground states,” “ad blitzes,” “taking flak,” “over the target,” “scorched earth,” “political crusade,” “pyrrhic victories,” “skirmish,” “belligerents,” “political ambushes,” “nuclear options,” “war on poverty,” etc.
In fact, our entire language is littered with the corpses of dead metaphors—words and phrases that no longer mean what they once did because we forgot where they came from.
“Hotshot” is derived from heated ordnance used to set fire to enemy ships. When football players go “over the top,” it’s an homage to trench warfare from World War I. So are phrases like “in the trenches” and “no man’s land.” If I tell my daughter to get moving “on the double,” I’m using the language of war preparation.
Now, because I’m a logophile, I dig this stuff.
But in this context, I’m perfectly willing to ask, “So frickn’ what?” If you’re working freelance you don’t mean you’re a medieval mercenary willing to fight for whichever side pays you enough. I’m writing this on deadline, which means I have to deliver it by a specific time. But “deadline” was born as a Civil War term for the border around a military prison that you could be shot without warning if you crossed. Nobody tell the folks at MSNBC that their show Deadline: White House is steeped in the language of incarceration and total war.
Words change versus changing words.
Now, if you’re a clever sort, you might argue that I’m making the same point as the folks playing word games. After all, you could say, “Sure, trigger used to mean X, but now some people think it means Y, and the new meaning is trigger … I mean, disturbing.”
But is it? I’ve never met anyone who felt aggressed against when I said something like, “Let’s pull the trigger on this. Are we going out for Mexican or Chinese?”
I’ll happily concede that such people must exist, but who died and made them the bosses of everybody? Moreover, assuming these people exist, how many of them are looking to find a reason to be offended? If there are 10,000 people in America who feel oppressed by the term “trigger,” I’d guess 9,950 of them are the kind of people who walk the earth looking for reasons to be a pain in the ass. Indeed, that’s one of the problems with trigger warning culture: It trains people to be pains in the ass because it incentivizes the practice of taking offense by rewarding people with power and attention. Victimhood is powerful these days.
This is why newsrooms and universities are infested—sorry if that word offends you—with little linguistic Maoists searching out reasons to take offense. And it’s why every day we get manufactured outrages. The Pharisees at the Brandeis Prevention, Advocacy and Resource Center have a business model designed around the idea of constantly scouring the language for reasons to take offense. And that Orwellian model requires constantly changing acceptable language to catch people for being offensive.
The Mother of All Asininities
And that’s the real problem: This war on “oppressive language” is itself oppressive. The organic evolution of language from below is inherently small-d democratic. It’s undirected, emergent, and unavoidable.
Using the commanding heights of the culture, never mind the power of the federal government, to bully and shame people out of using the term “mother” is oppressive. It’s an imposition from above. It’s also staggeringly, awe-inspiringly stupid.
Let’s start with oppression. Cultural erasure is a hot topic these days. And you know what’s a deeply embedded concept in many cultures—including our own? Mothers. (It’s also a pretty deeply embedded concept in medicine, biology, and science generally, which is something to keep in mind when you hear these people say, “I believe in science.”)
I’m honestly offended that I have to explain this. Ask any black, Hispanic, Irish, Italian, Catholic, Muslim, Jew, or literally any other normal person, and they’ll tell you what “mother” means to them, both personally and as a concept. Even for people who hate their mothers, motherhood is a powerful thing (if it weren’t, they probably wouldn’t hate their mothers). In my experience, the people who invest the most meaning in motherhood are colloquially known as “mothers.” But it’s really not limited to them.
The phrase, “as American as apple pie” allegedly gained widespread popularity as “as American as motherhood and apple pie” during World War II. Reporters would ask American soldiers what they were fighting for, and a common response was, “For mom and apple pie.”
Then there’s “Mother Nature,” and… oh, forget it. I refuse to keep going. Putting me in the position of having to explain that motherhood is central to vast oceans of culture, faith, literature, language, norms, laws, and other concepts in which virtually all human civilizations are rooted is infuriating.
We didn’t get rid of the term “mother” to spare the feelings of orphans or homosexual couples. Why invest in transgender people and their sense of grievance and discomfort—as sincere and real as it may be—the moral authority to erase all of that?
I’m not advocating cruelty toward transgender people asking to get rid of the word “mother.” But I am saying that the answer should be an emphatic, albeit polite, “No. That’s not going to happen.”
The answer should be “No” on the merits: 99 percent of society should not be held hostage to the feelings of 1 percent (a generous enumeration of their representation in the population, by the way). Motherhood is too important, too entrenched, and too meaningful to get rid of. Especially when you consider that the word and concept was here first and was never intended to give offense. If I move to a country that drives on the left side of the road, I don’t get to scream that I’m being oppressed by having to adjust accordingly. Admittedly, trans people aren’t literal immigrants. But they are essentially new arrivals culturally. Showing a little deference to the supermajority culture isn’t too much to ask.
And, as I noted on TheRemnant, if you’ve spent the last 30 years hearing feminists and Handmaid’s Tale fans denounce conservatives for reducing women to mere “breeders,” I’d like to know why calling them “birthing persons” is some great victory.
Again, you don’t have to be opposed to everything the language police are doing. I for one think removing the term “niggardly” from everyday parlance is no great loss, even if the word has nothing to do with the homonymic racial epithet. But intent does matter. The FAA’s linguistic commissars want to get rid of “cockpit” because “on occasion masculine crew members have wielded the term ‘cockpit’ to exclude or undermine femme coworkers.” Maybe they should just put more energy into disciplining people who use “cockpit” in an offensive way? I mean, the kind of person determined to harass women with the word “cockpit” will not be left powerless to continue doing so if you mandate the use of “flight deck” instead. If anything, taking away the word creates opportunities for fresh “cockpit” jokes—“Let’s call it the gelded pit!” Also, that way, you won’t have to use idiotic adjectives like “masculine” and “femme” to describe crew members. I mean, who knew Luca Brasi was so far ahead of his time?
Turning “mother” into an offensive or even simply antiquated term is unfair and unjustified cultural oppression, exploiting the admirable American desire to treat people decently. Simply put: It’s asking too much.
Which brings us to the stupidity of all this. The answer should be “No” for another reason: It’s never going to happen. People aren’t going to stop using the term. And because it’s never going to happen, good and decent progressives, sympathetic to the struggles of trans people, should pull them aside and tell them, “Look, that dog won’t hunt. Pick your battles.”
And they should say this to trans allies for their own sake. Nobody is going to go nuts if individual trans people refer to their own utero-American spawning vessels as “birthing persons.” But if you want to invite a backlash against trans people, start hectoring and bullying people to refer to their own mothers as “birthing people.” Start correcting old ladies who gush about how much they love being a grandmother, “Excuse me, that’s offensive! You are a grandbirthingperson!”
See how that goes for your cause.
Let’s concede the whole of the argument: Enlightened people should abandon the word “mother” entirely. Well, if Joe Biden and the Democrats energetically campaigned on eliminating the concept of motherhood in 2020, Donald Trump would be president today and Republicans would have comfortable majorities in Congress. What I’m saying here isn’t merely criticism, it’s constructive criticism.
By all means, you’re free to fall back on the time-honored progressive practice of rolling your eyes at conservatives making too big a deal out of some PC tempest in a teapot. But this smug, hand-waving response misses how politics works. These stories aren’t isolated, they’re cumulative. The backlash against critical race theory may seem sudden, but it built up over decades. Standing against “political correctness” has gotten many a Republican elected because all of these dots in the cultural landscape form a picture a lot of people don’t like—and for good reason.
You’re free to describe yourself however you like. That’s freedom. But relentless language policing is culturally oppressive, and it’s no less so even if, in an unwitting homage to Herbert Marcuse, you claim you’re doing it to fight oppression.
Various & Sundry
Canine update: All is well with the beasties. But I don’t have too much to report because I was gone for most of the week. I even had to post reruns on my Twitter account. I did get to chase the Dingo on Monday, which is always fun. The only big news development this week—and it’s big according to canine journalistic standards—is that the Fair Jessica has issued a fatwa that the girls’ dinner be boring for a while. Normally, we chop up some protein, leftover chicken or steak and put it on top of the kibble. The girls were getting blasé about it, so Jess has put them on a straight kibble dinner regimen until their sense of entitlement abates. They’re not happy about it. They’ve talked to their union rep, they’ve filed formal grievances etc. The only glimmer of hope is that TFJ leaves for a drive to Utah tomorrow, leaving me in charge of their menu. No word on how I will deal with this issue.
ICYMI
Last weekend’s drive-time Ruminant, featuring a farewell to Mr. Nick Pompella
The week’s first Remnant, with poverty expert (and Brookings sympathizer) Scott Winship
The war over CRT continues to irritate
The members-only midweek G-File on progressive kookery surrounding In the Heights, written from the Oklahoma wilds
The week’s second Remnant, a supplemental episode on separation of church and state
The case for humility in politics
And now, the weird stuff
Not quite what William Peter Blatty had in mind, but…
Correction, June 26: Yes, we know the headline should have asked, “Who’s Oppressing Whom,?” not “Who’s Oppressing Who? We’d like to say it was a tribute to Aretha Franklin, but it had more to do with Friday rush hour. Thank you to our Twitter copy editors.
I refuse to accept the possibility that The Dispatch's overlords have not figured out they have an untapped resource for The Dispatch SWAG using Jonahisms. Do you guys not realize the amount of money I'd pay to have a G-File branded coffee mug that says, "I defecate you negatory"? Or maybe, "Enjoy the fecal festival"? Or "I'm drinking my coffee before the monkeys escape the cocaine study" (or some such).
C'mon!
I happened to answer the phone while reading this.
“Hi, Birthing Person!”
“Hi,—uh, er, what?”
“I said, ‘Hi, Birthing Person!’ It’s the thing du jour amongst the intelligentsi—oops!”
“You bet, ‘Oops!’ What are you talking about? Did Jennifer finally hit you with the skillet?”
“No, Mo—I mean, Birthing Person—Jennifer did not hit me with the skillet. I’m just trying to go along with the new rules propagated by the Forever Oppressed Who Are Now Finally In Charge.”
“Now I’m beginning to think that your Cousin Bob brought some of his special ‘Brownies’ over for you. Or is he still in jail? I can’t remember. He’s always either in jail, or about to be in jail.”
“He’s still in prison, Oh, Birthing Person of Mine. Jennifer said Alicia called after she visited the other day, and his lawyer said he might get out in time for Christmas. So, no brownies.”
“Okay, so you’re crazy all on your own. Good for you. What’s with this—what is it?—‘Birthing Person’? What’s a Birthing Person? A doula? I’m not a doula, or a midwife, or whatever. I’m a retired math teacher, and your mother. When you were born I didn’t need a Birthing Person to help me. I delivered you in the passenger seat of your father’s new Chevy II. But the time we got to the hospital, you were wrapped in my sweater, your Dad had already won the argument about your name—you can blame him for ‘Cato’, it wasn’t my idea. I wanted to name you William, after my father.”
“I know all this, Mom.”
“Ah-ha! So you do know who I am!”
“Yes, of course. I was just practicing using the new phrase we’re supposed to use in the place of the offensive term ‘mother’.”
“Offensive? What? Who in the name of Archimedes decided ‘mother’ is offensive? Probably someone who hates his mother because she didn’t continue to wipe his bottom after he started third grade.”
“I dunno. Apparently, transgender people don’t like it. Nor do some far-left progressives. They claim the word is oppressive, and thus offensive, because it denigrates the status of non-binary persons and those who don’t wish to be constrained in antiquated roles regarding which they had no say.”
“You don’t say.”
“Well, I do, but I’m trying to cure myself of it. Starting a program of injections next week. I’ll probably turn out to be a trans-binary non-gendered quasi-person when they’re done.”
My mother sighed. “Can we change the subject?”
“Sure, Mom. What would you like to talk about?”
“Well, your father and I are confused. We just heard from Ralph next door that he and Lois are protesting CRTs.”
“CRT.”
“Nope, all of ‘em, apparently. Ralph says CRT—he says it like you do—is full of crap. Your Dad told him the boob tube has been full of crap since The Honeymooners went off the air. Ralph just looked at him like he was crazy, then went on about how this was gonna corrupt the youngsters in school.”
“Sounds like a lot of miscommunication going on.”
“Well, Ralph doesn’t really keep up with things. I told him the school got rid of all their old CRT monitors and TVs a long time ago. They had a few plasma screen TVs for a while, but they’re all LED flat panels now. Not a CRT in sight, and he and Lois still wanna protest. I don’t get it.”
“I think he was talking about Critical Race Theory.”
“What? Critical Race Theory? What’s so critical about this race theory? Last time you talked to me about race and racism and all that, you said pretty much everyone agreed that race is a ‘social construct’, not real. I’ll still say that pretty much every idea that goes from one person to another is a ‘social construct’, and some of those constructs are pretty real.”
“And you’re absolutely right, Mom. But Critical Race Theory is a, umm, a way of talking about race that focuses on, uh, like, the things that People of Color find oppressive and kinda built-in to things, you know, like Systemic Racism.”
“Son, it sounds like you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well, actually, no, I don’t. The whole thing is kinda amorphous—“
“Kind of amorphous? A thing has a shape or it doesn’t. Nothing ‘kinda doesn’t have a shape’.”
“Thank you, Professor of Geometry Wilson. What I meant to say is that it’s hard to get a grasp on what Critical Race Theory is. Definitions vary depending on who you ask, and Jennifer was reading an article on the ABA’s web site the other day that said it’s not a noun, it’s a verb—and then proceeded to use it, describe it, etc., just like every other noun. It’s…confusing.”
“I guess it is. Maybe this CRT should go the way of the dodo, too, like the old CRT televisions. You know, we’ve still got that old one in the basement, and they won’t even take that at the county hazardous waste drop-off site? To get rid of it, we apparently have to pay to have it shipped to some recycling facility in Nevada, paying rates suggestive that it’s not an old TV, but rather mid-level nuclear waste or something like that. Sheesh! So your father says he’s gonna put it in Ralph’s trash when they’re gone to Vegas next week.”
“So they’re going to Vegas, eh? Ralph and Lois, staying in a high-roller suite at the Bellagio. I’d like to see that.”
“They’re staying at a Holiday Inn Express, and nowhere near the Bellagio. Their son, Jerry, and his wife moved there last fall when he was transferred to the Air Force base there. They just had a baby. A boy. Named him Mark.”
“Oh, good for them. Send me their address so I can send ‘em a baby gift.”
“Okay, but promise me you won’t send a CD like you did to your sister when she had Wendy.”
“What, why? I thought that was a great choice for music for a mom and a new baby.”
“Yeah, but they can get it on Spotify for free, you dummy.”
“Oh. Yeah. There is that, I suppose.”
“Get the kid a Dr. Seuss book. Those never go out of style.”
“Oh, mom…”
“I gotta go. Gotta tell your father he’s a racist. No doubt he’ll say, ‘Again? What did I do this time?’ And I’ll tell him about the CRT nonsense. Or at least as much as an old woman with a PhD in Geometry and Advanced Topology can tell him about it. Sounds like hogwash to me.”
“Sure thing, Mom. Tell Dad I love him. Bye.”
“Bye, honey. And you tell Jennifer we love her, too. Still can’t figure out why she was willing to marry into our crazy family…. Anyway. G’bye.”