Help! I Can’t Read ‘Dear Prudence’.

I enjoy reading a lot of periodicals, but quite a few not enough to pay for regular, unlimited access. Given the limits of time, even if they cost less, in many cases I’d still pass.

The Guardian takes an interesting, Wikipedia-like approach of saying, “Hey, we notice you’ve read this many articles lately, how ’bout ponying up a little you cheap son-of-a-bitch, and you know, enable our journos to feed their families.” Well, something like that.

There’s one pub, Slate.com, that I’m uncharacteristically quite conflicted about not having access to. All because of Slate’s ‘Dear Prudence’ advice column. And it’s all because of their steady diet of seriously clickbaity headlines.

I am weak, so I wanna click, click, click these.

Help! My Husband’s Appearance Has Deteriorated to a Frightening Degree.

Help! My Sister Insists I Invite Her Disastrous Husband to My Bachelor Party. Oh No.

Help! My Husband Interprets Every Little Thing as “Evidence” of an Affair.

Help! My Wife Thinks She’s Great at Socializing. Yikes.

Help! My Priest Told Me He’s Leaving His Priesthood for Me.

You are right! My life would be enriched by a steady diet of ‘Dear Prudence’ exchanges of this nature.* So I should just pay up.

Thank you for listening.

*unless the Good Wife is responsible for the first

‘My Truth as I Know It’

This Canadian Broadcast Corporation’s Buffy Sainte-Marie documentary convinced me that she’s the most famous of the growing legion of Pretendians, the clever name given to people who falsely claim to be indigenous.

A lot of people are mad at the CBC, but their argument is not angry or mean-spirited, it’s relentlessly thorough and thoughtful, a model of investigative reporting.

This preemptive salvo Sainte-Marie penned wreaks of desperation to keep her house of cards from completely crumbling.

Alternatively, Sainte-Marie’s title, “My Truth As I Know It” may have been “My Truth As I Psychologically Need It To Be”. “My Truth As I Know It” is the quintessential phrase of our time. Just like Sainte-Marie and the many other Pretendians, Trump acolytes still talk about the 2020 election results as “the truth as they know it”. And that of course, is the tip of the conspiratorial iceburg.

Trump and his acolytes went 0-60 on legal challenges to the 2020 election results. Judge after judge said this is “the actual truth” of the matter. Objectively. All those judges, so old fashioned.

For over sixty years, Sainte-Marie has woven such an elaborate web of lies that she was unable to title her defense, “The Truth”.

Even at 82 years old, Sainte-Marie is a woman for our times where masses of people spew the truth as only they, and their gullible fellow travelers, know it.

I See You

Alternating this afternoon between reading student papers and watching college football.

And reading this email from a Somali-American student of mine. “I just saw my grade and your feedback on it. I appreciate the well thought out and thorough feedback! I’ll be sure to apply it to my next paper! It feels nice to have educators in higher Ed that actually read my work with thoughts opposed to my high school.”

The most important roles I play are all related—listener, reader, assessor. “Professing” is overrated.

I have 53 students this semester. A lot of high school teachers have 153. I teach 12 hours a week. Most high school teachers teach 25. High school students aren’t truly listened to or read closely because there’s too many of them and too little time.

The distinguishing feature of the factory model of education, where secondary students come at you in waves of thirty every hour, is that it’s impersonal.

A Wholly Different PLU

PLU is recruiting much more locally; as a result, our student body looks like Pierce County for the first time ever. The Admission Office is also zeroing in on Hawaii and Eastern Washington, specifically Yakima and Toppenish. Consequently, we have a lot more low and middle income students than in the past. I dig the economic and cultural diversity.

This paragraph from a quiet, bookish, first year writer of mine provides a little flavor flav of the changes:

“Growing up, my dad was on the road a lot. He tends to jump around to different jobs. When my sister was born, he was a volunteer firefighter. I think he was driving for “S” when I was born. A few years later he transferred to “H”. Then worked as a paraeducator for X School District. He has been a funeral director, then went back to working as a paraeducator, and now works for X School District as a janitor. As the years went by, he began to feel stable enough financially to be able to stop driving. Which means he got to be home a lot more. This is probably why I feel I could talk to him. When he was home from being on the road he made sure to create a bond. Now that he hasn’t been gone days at a time for a few years, our bond has gotten stronger. My dad has taught me how to put up and fix a fence, and how to care for the goats, cows, and pigs. My favorite things to do with him are going to the livestock auction on Saturday mornings, and when we go to run errands just us two.”


Shannon, Stephen A. disagree on NFL MVP this season

Never mind that the season hasn’t started.

This is a new low.

Even with the intense individualism that marks life in the (dis)United States, I will never understand the preoccupation with MVP races.

Last I checked, basketball, football, baseball are team sports. I don’t give a shit about who is the most valuable player. Now, mid-season, late season. Tell me one thing, what’s your winning percentage?

That said, it’s prob time to name the MVPP. . . Most Valuable Pressing Pauser. Are you a contender or pretender? Contender. . . someone named DanDanTheRetiredTranspo Man; Don in the premier destination for technology development; the GoodWife for her behind the scenes support, Reverend Wright, two Centrist baboons, the list goes on and on. If you’re not on the short list, I suggest you work a little harder on your brand.

Read New York Times Opinion Pieces Like You Hit A Tennis Ball

Follow through by reading the top “Top Comments”. They always expand the “discussion”.

Por ejemplo, here are two of the top comments from today’s Mauren Dowd essay titled, “Coup-Coup-Ca-Choo, Trump-Style“.

Excellent point H.A. And then there’s this from Jim in Cincy.

Touché Professor Snyder.