Thursday, February 13, 2014

Day Care at Columbia

In one of his rare moments of lucidity, Jesse Jackson has deplored "babies havin' babies," when he isn't working hard to implement government programs to encourage babies to do so. But it does show that he's aware that somebody can be sexually mature while still immature in just about every other way.

The basic immaturity of liberals has come up a lot lately, because, frankly, it is so handy in explaining liberal thinking — gimme, gimme, gimme, everybody hates me, responsibility is boring, etc. And of all of the aspects of liberalism, perhaps the most immature of all is feminism.  Elsewhere, Bob Wallace has suggested that feminists stop maturing at about the age of four, when they learn to talk, and never quite learn anything else.

One reason that liberals are so big on higher education, is, of course, that colleges serve as enormous playpens where liberals, most especially feminist liberals, can avoid growing up for years and years. Over at Takimag, Fred Reed tells us of the adventures of some such feminist liberals at Columbia:

Forever Thirteen

Oh, help. It seems that at Columbia University a rat pack of nursery feminists have got their skivvies in a knot because the library, Butler, is named for an, ugh!, man. Yes. It cannot be denied. In protest, these girls, apparently having nothing more important to do, have filmed “feminist pornography” in the library. A scandal arose. What feminist porn might be is not clear. Since feminism has more dykes than the Zuiderzee, presumably they will show it to each other.

Anyway, one of these drab libertines, a Sara Grace Powell, says, “Butler is an extremely charged space—the names emblazoned on the stone facade are, for me, a stimulant for resistance.”

A stimulant to grow up might be more to the point. She means “stimulus,” of course, but why would a child at an Ivy university be expected to know English?

What droning boilerplate. If her thoughts were any shallower I would suspect her brainpan of being a cookie sheet. It is a case of Darwinian reversal. We regress to cephalopody.

To an extent I have to sympathize with Sara. I grant that seeing a horrible male name “emblazoned” (the pretentious verbiage of a high-school newspaper) would send me into a decline also. Wouldn’t it you? Never mind that if the man thus emblazoned had not made the money to donate the library, Sara wouldn’t have one in which to make pornography, presumably the purpose of libraries. Nor, if it weren’t for men, would she have anything to study except, I suppose, her fascinating angsts. (I will guess without evidence that her presence at a pricey finishing school like Columbia depends on a parasitic relationship to her father’s bank account.)

The adage that children should be seen and not heard gets half of it right.

More from Miss Powell, again writing with more Sara than Grace:

I work in Butler but sometimes feel suffocated by it….The point was to transgress the relative conservatism (and its history) of the space with this hysterical intervention.

What godawful pedestrian self-important prose. Couldn’t she, you know, like, go do her homework or something? If I had in my beginnings written that mysteriously or badly, I would not have been permitted on the obit desk. Perhaps she means “histrionic,” or merely that the participants are hysterics, which hardly needs emphasis. With Sara Grace, one is never sure.

The silly self-admiring solemnity of it all! I’m not sure whether to be amused or annoyed. Hers is dishwater academese of the hormonally unfinished that says ”look at me I’m all grown up really, really, see the really neat words I use.” It is the language of a federal report improved by narcissism.

One expects pubescent behavior from the pubescent. Yet this pseudo-literate pretentiousness is standard at hundreds of Women’s Studies departments everywhere: priggish, self-righteous, moralizing. But aren’t universities places where teenagers grow up instead of avoiding doing so? (No.) Today in America adulthood seems to flow upward like sap in a tree, reaching the genitals at age twelve or so, and the head at twenty-eight. We approach perpetual juvenility.
(Read the rest HERE.)

Note: Today's Fred Reed quibcag is illustrated with a picture of Ayuko Oka (丘 歩子 Oka Ayuko) from Mysterious Girlfriend X (謎の彼女X Nazo no Kanojo Ekkusu). In her defense, she's only in high school, and can't be expected to be completely mature, but I thought that her obvious physical maturity coupled with the ice cream cones was wonderfully evocative of the disconnect of the physical from the emotional/psychological on the maturity scale.

1 comment:

  1. Earlier and elsewhere I commented on reports that people are getting less intelligent
    (or at least suffering from slowed down reflexes) because essentially we can afford to be dumber and slower. Apparently emotional maturity is no longer a required trait for survival.Note: I own up to being somewhat immature. However, I did fake being an adult long enough to raise my daughters, who, thank God, did not attend Columbia.