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On conservatism, Trump, and why I’m voting for Hillary

Politics is a passion of mine. I’ve always been interested in world events and the players who shape them. I don’t see politics as a sport or an interest or a hobby. This statement may anger some people I care very much about, but I must say it: politics isn’t something that one can have the luxury of “not being interested in.” Politics shapes our society: it sets the terms of our freedoms, our opportunities, our successes.

I earned a degree in political science and I have worked in a political environment for nearly a decade. I study politics every day — something far above and beyond the level of engagement I think every citizen should have. So maybe I talk a bit too much about politics for your tastes. That’s OK, and I’m sorry for being overbearing.

But I do think there are some critically important things we do need to talk about during this presidential election cycle.

I am a Democrat, a progressive, a liberal. I am strong in my convictions and I can lay out arguments as to why I stand for the positions I support. Nonetheless, I am always open to new information and different perspectives, meaning I have not always held the same opinions and won’t always hold the ones I hold now. But I am constantly in search of what is right for me, and in that search, I have always — since 1988, at age 4 — found my home in the Democratic Party. My loyalty, though, is not to the party, which may change, but to the ideals currently underlying it.

I have known many Republicans and even been friends with a few. Despite our differences, I have always been able to find common ground with everyone I’ve ever engaged in an extended conversation about politics. I truly believe that if we sit down and listen to one another, we can continue to have a beautiful, vibrant, incredible United States of America. After all, that has been our map to success thus far.

But there is a stark divide in this country. It is a divide that has always existed but only sometimes rises to the surface like it has now. It’s a divide that is not attributable to politics or government or banks or the establishment. It is a divide that is genetically coded into human beings:

We are divided by an instinctive drive to hold the levers of power for ourselves and for those we identify as a part of our tribe.

This drive to horde power is something those with the power can ignore when they are unchallenged. But every few decades, societal changes compel those with power to reckon with the prospect of sharing that power with a new group. It happened in 1776 when colonists rebelled against the king, in 1828 when the common man rebelled against old-money politicians, in 1860 when the enslavement of man was no longer sustainable, in the early 1900s as Roosevelt challenged the monopolies of business, in 1932 as the other Roosevelt secured a New Deal for the impoverished, and in the 1960s as we began to confront our festering racial disparities.

In 2008, the United States of America elected a black man to be president. The country convulsed with pride and patted itself on the back about how it had finally put racism firmly in the past. But over the subsequent seven-plus years of the Obama administration, as the demographics of the country have continued to change and as those who have been without power for centuries see a beacon of hope that they too may one day rise up, the power structure has been challenged again.

The old guard feels the threat, and the wheels of resistance have churned into motion. Government has ground to a halt. And a very bad man is channeling the fears and anxieties and disappointments of a portion of the nation that has never had to worry about these issues before into a toxic and dangerous presidential campaign.

I do not blame my Republican friends for this state of affairs even though it is the Republican Party that is preparing to nominate this very bad man for president. Like many of my Democratic and independent friends, most Republicans just do not prioritize their time to critically analyze what their political allies and heroes truly stand for; they have other things going on in their lives, like day-to-day struggles to feed and clothe their children or the demands of an 80-hour-a-week job. Unfortunately, that ignorance — and I mean a lack of extensive, specific knowledge, not an implication of stupidity or laziness — is easy to exploit so that those with power can keep the power.

There’s no delicate way to say this, but I think it is a self-evident truth: those who have held power in the United States of America since its founding have been straight, white, male Christians. Let me be clear: straight, white, male Christians are not bad people (hell, I am three of those four things myself). But they’re also not better people; they’re not people who are more deserving of power than any other group of people. And their behavior and their instinct to maintain that power is not a product of their sexuality or their race or gender or religion, but of their human nature. That is to say: if any other group of people had founded this nation, that group would behave exactly the same way; for evidence, look at the Middle East, East Asia, Africa, or anywhere else on the globe.

If there is some higher calling for humanity, it must be to overcome at least some of our animal instincts in order to create a less violent world. We can codify those efforts through morals or religions or constitutions, refer to them as God’s calling or as humanist rationality. The terminology and the structures don’t particularly matter, but I believe a vast majority of humans agree with me that less violence — not just physical violence, but mental cruelty, emotional warfare, and every other manifestation of unkindness — is a common goal that we can agree on.

Unfortunately, the temptations of power can blind us from seeing when we are working against that goal. As I said earlier, I have been thinking about these things on-and-off-but-mostly-on for nearly 30 years. And I have recognized some very ugly truths about the political spectrum.

To be a conservative is to believe that the current power structure in society does not need to change. This is not an opinion, but an actual definition of the term. A conservative believes that the status quo serves society best. Therefore, it makes sense that conservatism attracts those who already hold power.

Conservatism also attracts those who don’t appear to hold power, in the sense of occupying high government posts or having millions of dollars, but who benefit by being a part of the tribe of people who do. These people — the hard-working, blue-collar, good people who populate small towns across White America — fear that the power and security they do have, no matter how little, will be taken away by some other group.

This is where the concept of “white privilege” enters the conversation, and that is far too expansive a topic to dive into here. Suffice it to say: poor white people (again, I have been in that group) face very real challenges and struggles in their lives, but their race is not one of them. And because we share the same skin color as those who have held power, we are welcomed into the tribe. The arguments of conservative politicians include us in their vision, even as conservative policies continue to subjugate the poor to the power of the old guard.

When a power shift, real or perceived, reaches a certain tipping point — say, with the election of a black president — maintaining the status quo no longer serves the interests of those who have until now held the levers of power. In this climate, those who used to be drawn to conservatism feel that ideology was ineffective at protecting them. Consequently, they turn to conservatism’s cousin on the extreme right wing: reactionary politics.

Reactionary politics is a type of populism. Populism is an appeal to the broadest swath of people possible: a political approach to complex problems that offers simple, and therefore incorrect, solutions. Populism takes several forms, but one form is the exclusionary populism of reactionary politics.

Reactionary politics thrives on identifying an enemy that can be blamed for our problems. Because our most basic human instincts tell us to trust those who look like us and distrust those who don’t, reactionary politics almost always places the blame for our problems on those others. That simple answer is very comforting and appealing to those who feel down and out. And suddenly, our agreement to seek a kinder, less violent world is clouded by the promise of regaining that power we once seemed to have.

The man leading the field for the Republican nomination for president in 2016 is practicing reactionary politics. Even in times when reactionary politics are not in vogue, this region of the political spectrum always has inhabitants. These include the anti-immigration advocates, the Christian Dominionists, the white nationalists, and the outright racist white supremacists.

Even if Donald Trump himself is not a white supremacist, his rhetoric and policy proposals match the reactionary dreams of the racists and the bigots, so this is naturally his base of support. Despite being on the right wing, reactionaries like Mr. Trump do not need the same ideological purity as traditional conservatives to be accepted by the voters. They just need to assure the public that they will turn back the clock on all the “bad” things that have happened in the past few years. And in times of change such as this, the reactionary base of support expands by attracting the angry and the hurting — people who do not identify as racist — good people who are taken in by a false promise that if we just strip the power back from those other people, everything will be fine again.

The Republican Party has never been comprised of a majority of racists. But it has been the party of conservatives — status quo protectors — whose natural allies are the reactionaries. The politicians in the Republican Party have known this fact and they have long supported power-structure-protecting policies couched in friendly, appealing language (tax cuts that disproportionately benefit the wealthy, “smaller government” that creates homogeneous governmental units where it is easier to keep a grip on power) while at the same time holding onto the support of the reactionaries with coded language and dog whistles (“taking the country back” and “protecting our values”).

(Please don’t interpret this to mean that I believe my Republican and conservative friends identify that way because they want to protect a pro-white-male status quo; I know that they believe in tax cuts and smaller government and other conservative policy positions because of a belief that they are the best tools for a just society, just as sincerely as my friends on the left believe in their principles.)

Now, the polish is off, and the reactionaries see no need for coded language. Now, Mexicans are rapists, Muslims should be deported, and Christians are under constant, premeditated attack. Reactionary politics is appealing to our basest instincts: to blame the new, rising classes for our problems when the real culprit has been the structure that made us feel empowered while we were really being exploited by those in control.

A lot of ink, pixels, and breath have been expended in comparing Mr. Trump to such infamous figures as Adolf Hitler and Benito Mussolini. Such comparisons have been deployed far too frequently in our political discourse over the past decades — so frequently that we are now in a boy-who-cried-wolf conundrum. In the case of Mr. Trump, there really is evidence that a wolf lurks in the forest. It is simply an historical fact that the fascist dictators of Europe rode a wave of reactionary politics to power. The threat is real.

To be a progressive, on the other hand, is to advocate an inclusive power structure. It is the reason the Democratic Party of the 1960s onward has been an alliance of women, people of color, those of faiths or nonfaiths that emphasize inclusion, the non-cisgendered and non-heterosexual, and other historically excluded groups.

It’s certainly true that some in the Democratic Party simply want access to power so they can deny it to others. That’s one of the reasons why my loyalty does not lie with the party, but with the ideals. Progressivism as an ideology rejects the notion that expanding who has access to power is a zero-sum game that results in less power for those who used to be in charge. Alternatively, progressives can acknowledge the zero-sum nature of power but choose to reject the idea that one group or another should have exclusive access to that power. Maybe spreading our power around does dilute the power for ourselves or does make our success more difficult, but damn it, that’s the right thing to do for humanity.

So the thesis here is that I am asking you to reject the conservatives and reactionaries who would protect the old, exclusive power structure. But isn’t Hillary Clinton a part of that power structure? Isn’t Bernie Sanders the only candidate in the race who is challenging the status quo while rejecting reactionary politics? It’s a tempting thought, but it just isn’t so.

It is certainly true that Mrs. Clinton has had power for decades: as First Lady of Arkansas, First Lady of the United States, U.S. Senator, and Secretary of State. But holding power is not the same as denying power to others. Throughout Mrs. Clinton’s public service, she has supported policies that expand opportunities to women, to people of color, to people with different genders and different sexual orientations and different abilities.

And, importantly to me as a student of politics, Mrs. Clinton has fought those battles smartly, with a long-term strategy to expand opportunity to more people.

Of course, it is true that a long-term strategy is ugly when looked at over the short-term. In retrospect, the Clintons’ support for aspects of welfare reform, a disparate criminal justice system, and other Third Way policies don’t fit the mold of progressivism. But those compromises were elements of political relationships that allowed for the expansion of the Children’s Health Insurance Program and the earned income tax credit for low-income Americans. I acknowledge the tragic reality that a smart compromise for a comfortable politician can still be a life sentence for a troubled teenager. But in a diverse, free society in which half the elected Congress supports even harsher, race-based punishment, you are sometimes lucky to be offered half a loaf.

It is also true that Mrs. Clinton has changed positions over time. The cynic finds an easy way out when he claims that someone changes her mind because she gets a campaign contribution. And sometimes the cynic would be right. But I urge you to rise above cynicism and do a deeper, impartial examination of the entirety of a person’s career and ideology before diagnosing a disease.

Consider that another trade-off of being a successful politician who is able to fight for change is the ability to get elected. And for the entirety of Mrs. Clinton’s career, getting elected has required a lot of money — amounts of money that are only obtainable from large corporations. That paradigm may be changing now, as the success of Sen. Sanders’s grassroots fundraising shows, but it’s not how it has worked for 30 years — and I must remind you, it hasn’t worked yet in a presidential campaign. It’s a terrible system, but let’s indict the system, not the candidate who has no other way to succeed.

I do not believe Mrs. Clinton has changed policy positions due to campaign contributions or because she has no moral compass. In fact, I do not know anyone who was born with all the right opinions. And I don’t know any better sign of a mind that is closed to facts and self-examination than a person who clings to outdated perspectives. So when I look at the pattern of Mrs. Clinton’s policy shifts through her 30-year public life, I see a woman who has always shifted to the more progressive position. She is evolving with the nation, with me — with you.

“But Bernie has always held these progressive ideals!” In many instances, yes. In some others, no. And in terms of translating those ideals into policy changes … I’m still waiting. I am hesitant to use the names in the same sentence because their intentions are so diametrically opposed, but Mr. Sanders, like Mr. Trump, is a populist. His brand of populism is inclusionary instead of exclusionary, but it is still offering simple solutions to complex problems.

Sen. Sanders is a good, honorable man, and a reliable progressive. If you choose to support him, I respect that decision. But, as I urged with Mrs. Clinton, please survey the entirety of Sen. Sanders’s public life, including his ability to effect tangible change.

Polls today that show Sen. Sanders beating Mr. Trump by larger margins than Mrs. Clinton are simply fantasy, as Mrs. Clinton has had her numbers suppressed by national-level GOP attacks for 24 years, whereas Sen. Sanders hasn’t even seen the start of it. Consider the political reality he will face when the Republican Party unloads its full arsenal on a man who most people believe is a socialist, whether the label is accurate or not, in a country where Gallup found that 50 percent of people would never vote for a socialist.

Mrs. Clinton is not an ideal candidate. She has made too many poor decisions that have left her exposed to questions about her trustworthiness, even if those questions are almost always a part of a long-term, coordinated political sabotage. But I have not yet developed the ability to conjure from thin air the perfect candidate, so I’m left evaluating the choices I do have. If you are a dedicated progressive, I may be asking you to take half a loaf by voting for Mrs. Clinton. But politics is people, and if you want purity, you’re going to have to change human nature.

My appeal is this: understand what conservatives, reactionaries, and progressives stand for. Then calmly, coolly consider the consequences of a reactionary being elected President of the United States in 2016, and determine the best strategic choice for preventing that outcome.

I hope this long-winded screed hasn’t been too insufferable. Many people are built out of genetic material that makes it easier to set all these issues aside than to fret over them. But for whatever reason, I cannot. I have a biological need to spew this out into the world, imperfect as it is, for my own selfish reasons. To write this feels cathartic for me. I think it’s because the United States of America is my home. And I can’t deny that I am indeed only a human being, and that means I have an instinct to protect my home.

So please reject reactionary politics. Mr. Trump the Person is only fighting for the interests of one person: Mr. Trump. Mr. Trump the Candidate is using reactionary politics — an appeal to white power — to secure those interests. We must save this nation. This is not a drill.

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‘Rights of man’ and other false excuses for misogyny

For readers who may not regularly follow Curiata.com or The Modern Urban Gentleman: The following post is an entry in a weekly men’s lifestyle column. As such, it is written from a male perspective with a male audience in mind. For a female point of view on issues of gender, sexuality, and culture at large, check out the work of my talented and loving wife in her weekly column, A Feminist Sensibility.

Last week’s killings in Isla Vista, California, have become a watershed moment for me. I have had my own preconceptions and past behaviors projected through a new, uncomfortable lens. I hope readers will accept the challenge of gentlemanly self-analysis to reflect honestly on their own attitudes and conduct, and then refine them where they must.

If you are still unfamiliar with the crime, a sexually frustrated 22-year-old man, enacting “vengeance” against all women for his virginity, stabbed three roommates and opened fire outside a sorority house at the University of California, Santa Barbara. In the course of the attacks, six were murdered, 13 more injured, and the killer dead by his own hand.

The impact of the killings has, for me, been as much a response to the multitude of reactions to the attacks as to the motives of the man behind them. I have come to have a new appreciation for how hard-wired men are for casual misogyny, and how critically precarious that wiring is — how easily a spark can grow to a fire that devours innocent lives.

When I first heard of this latest in a long string of mass murders here in the United States late Friday, I callously and regrettably filed the headline in that portion of the brain reserved for routine, disposable pieces of information. Unfortunately, this has become the only practical reaction given the frequency of these large-scale tragedies. The Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting in 2012 proved the futility of getting worked up over enacting sensible weapons laws, so I swallowed the instinct for outrage and went about my weekend.

As I checked in on social media over the course of the holiday, another low-level signal registered in my consciousness: Something called the #YesAllWomen movement was trending on Twitter, and it was eliciting the predictable trolling, including a #NotAllMen backlash. I had no idea what the fuss was about, never connected #YesAllWomen to Isla Vista, and I didn’t sit down to fill in the details until the discussion had reached an unavoidable critical mass — and, embarrassingly, until it fit my schedule.

Wading into #YesAllWomen is littered with landmines for a white, cisgender, straight male. But Phil Plait, one of my favorite writers, who brings logic and order to astronomy, science, and critical thinking at large, has done that heavy-lifting for me. In his article, Plait expertly summarizes the importance of women voicing the worrisome, creepy, unfair, threatening experiences they routinely endure while he dismantles the #NotAllMen trope that only serves to embolden those like the Isla Vista murderer.

It didn’t take long to find that murderer’s video in which he lays out, as in some sort of poorly produced WWE heel promo, his plans for mass murder because of his own pitiful shortcomings. The most troubling part about the Isla Vista murderer is how recognizable he is. I have heard and read his perspectives before. I have known men like him. I have even, at times, been him.

Let me say that I know this man had been receiving therapy and he may have been dealing with autism spectrum disorder. I am sympathetic to those factors, emphatic that mental health must be more properly dealt with to mitigate the possibility of this type of behavior — yet utterly disdainful of the pathetic egomaniac that felt he had the right to play god because the world did not mold to his expectations.

This murderer found solace and support in a community of self-appointed martyrs, bearing the cross in the fight against the destruction of some false conception of manhood, calling themselves the “men’s rights movement.” In this twisted worldview of victim-hood, the feminist agenda has emasculated society and every woman is a soldier in the war to destroy male-kind.

The MRM spins into action anytime a woman publishes, tweets, or speaks any perspective that may be out of line with millennia-old gender roles. The vitriol spewed by these keyboard warriors is disgusting and, frankly, criminal, including their threats of rape and dismemberment of a woman who dares to speak her mind. This phenomenon has become so predictable, so par-for-the-course, that it has had the ironic effect of strengthening the case for the feminism it rails against. (Lewis’ law has been coined to describe “that the comments on any article about feminism justify feminism.”)

This dangerous mode of thinking propagates among self-absorbed, isolationist circles: online forums, Twitter, gaming platforms, tea parties, Ayn Rand book clubs, and the gutters of Reddit. (Look, I know extreme, fabricated victim-hood exists within enclaves of the left, as well. But the utter disconnect with reality exhibited by the MRM and the dangerous lengths to which these folks have gone puts them in an entirely different category of alarming.)

It is, of course, true that #NotAllMen are intentionally anti-female, abusive, or predatory. But there exists a deep-seated masculine entitlement that the MRM actively denies and the more well-adjusted man unintentionally ignores. We are so integrated into our patriarchal system that we can’t see the forest for the trees — and I count myself among this group even now, though this conversation has at least made me aware of my ignorance.

I found an iota of my own complacency, as well as the clarity I didn’t know I was seeking, in a somewhat unlikely place. Recent Jeopardy! champion Arthur Chu, who had been one of the voices on Twitter pinging my brain with the murderer’s motives and #YesAllWomen catharsis throughout the weekend, penned a deconstruction of the male mind for The Daily Beast that struck a nerve in me. The editorial, “Your Princess Is in Another Castle: Misogyny, Entitlement, and Nerds,” laid bare the myth I had lived for my entire life as a single man without ever realizing the fiction of it all.

As Chu illustrates, the male entitlement culture pervades even in what would seem to be the safest zone: the expressly anti-masculine strongholds of nerddom. This is the haven of “nice guys” who only want to win the affections of the women they admire through their kind words and reassuring shoulders. Raise your hand if that’s a strategy you’re familiar with.

I, for one, spent all of middle and high school employing these tactics, finally “earning” a long-term girlfriend after years of rejection. Needless to say, that relationship didn’t work out. But I and many other of my “nice guy” ilk have had no other frame of reference for male-female relationships than the guy-wins-girl narrative so ingrained in our culture.

The danger lies in that when only one outcome is imaginable, it becomes an entitlement. And when an entitlement is repeatedly denied, a resentment builds. And when a resentment grows to a point where it can no longer be borne, tragedy strikes.

Chu’s perspective struck a nerve in more people than just me. I posted his article to Facebook and it has been re-shared an incredible 102 times in 24 hours (far exceeding any of my countless efforts to push our Curiata.com posts to that level of virality).

Chu also linked to another crucial illustration of male misconception. An unattributed reader of Andrew Sullivan’s blog The Dish shared a story that Sullivan reprinted in 2012 in which a high school freshman, “disgusted” by homosexuality because a man once made an unwanted pass at him, was stopped in his tracks when his teacher pointed out that it was the first and only time in the student’s life he had endured something that women deal with nonstop from the onset of puberty.

All of these attitudes, whether willful or ignorant, serve to enable a casual misogyny that every man who has ever taken a breath has perpetuated.

Gentlemen, we all share in the responsibility to eliminate this poison. Respect for women is never a negotiable item. Nonetheless, the everyday implications of living to a new standard will undoubtedly prove difficult for gentlemen like us. The wandering eye will ever ogle, and the cat-and-mouse of flirtation will endure.

But always keep in mind the perspectives of Katherine Cooper, Veronika Weiss, and other sisters and daughters, mothers and cousins, who have been gunned down or harassed when a woman’s will didn’t bend to a man’s.

More than any other topic we’ve addressed in this space, that will make you a true gentleman.

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Let’s stop treating feminism like another ‘F’ word

In an interview with Time earlier this month, Shailene Woodley, star of the upcoming movie The Fault in Our Stars, stated loud and clear that she is not a feminist. In the comments that followed, it became apparent that it is Woodley’s misunderstanding of feminism that led her to her conclusion, not any substantive disagreement with feminism itself.

Woodley explained her position by saying that she doesn’t think she is a feminist because she “loves men.” I’m not trying to be rude or snarky, but I think someone needs to have a conversation with this woman about the difference between feminism and lesbianism. As a feminist, I’m quite fond of men, especially my husband.

Woodley further tried to distance herself from feminism by offering that she doesn’t think we should be taking power away from men and giving it to women. Here again, Woodley is severely mistaken about the definition of feminism. I also don’t think we should be “taking power away from men,” because, as a feminist, I believe in equality for all.

Creating equality doesn’t mean taking rights and opportunities away from any individual, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, or gender identity or expression. A great, easy example is the pay gap argument: I don’t think men should be paid less to close the gap; I believe women should be paid the same as men with the same skills and job descriptions.

What really makes my head spin is that, later in the article, Woodley goes on to explain that she believes in “the sisterhood.” In doing so, she describes a concept that sounds a lot like feminism to this Sensible Feminist: “women coming together and supporting each other and creating a sisterhood of support for one another versus hating each other for something that somebody else created.”

I know Shakespeare was a fan of the idea that “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” However, in 2014, there is something to be said for brand recognition. Using the word feminist to describe yourself gives a face to a movement, and that is crucial. Regular readers of this column are already familiar with my quest to reclaim the term feminist, but when I continue to see actresses in Hollywood getting queasy over the “F” word, I get a little bit annoyed.

One of the biggest female icons in history, Madonna, doesn’t consider herself a feminist either, waving instead her flag for “humanism.” I fail to see how these need to be mutually exclusive terms, or how Madonna’s strong, self-deterministic personality could be credibly distinguished from a feminist one.

I will concede that Madonna “came of age” between the second and third waves of feminism, so I can understand her initial hesitancy to declare herself out and proud as a feminist. However, the world has changed since the 1980s: Germany isn’t split into two parts by a giant wall, Like a Virgin isn’t really all that controversial anymore, and, thankfully, neon leg warmers and big hair have gone out of style (for now). Madonna should probably let go of her disdain for the second-wave feminist and get on today’s girl power train with the likes of Beyonce, Ellen Page (Kitty Pryde!), and Lena Dunham.

Woodley’s comments have lead to open letters and raised eyebrows in the feminist community, but is that enough? I know there are those out there who would excuse her naivete due to her youth, but she is 22. By the time I was 22, I was proudly sporting my “This is what a feminist looks like” T-shirt and was well on the path to fighting for gender equality. So my question is: at what point do we stop excusing these types of statements and start demanding that individuals are responsible for understanding the words they use?

I will say that I’m only focusing on Woodley’s comments because she is the the one in the news right now. As much as I like her, Taylor Swift has been guilty of making similar comments in the past, and if she had been the one speaking out, then I’d be ripping her arguments apart. Nevertheless, it is Woodley in the hot seat this time.

Perhaps because Woodley was born in the 1990s, she buys into the idea of a world where feminism is no longer necessary. It’s true that many post- and near-post-Millennials approach the world with more color-blindness, gender-blindness, and sexuality-blindness than their predecessors. In a vacuum, that is a great approach. But in the real world, assuming inequality has been eradicated when it certainly has not been only allows racism, misogyny, and homophobia to remain a part of the landscape.

It is time to have a real conversation about what the term feminist means. In light of last week’s Isla Vista killings, in which women were specifically targeted because of perceived slights by the entire gender against one disturbed young man, and the tone-deaf, ignorant, #NotAllMen response from some corners of the Internet, it is clear that there are very dangerous misconceptions to be corrected.

I hope this will be a learning experience for Woodley, as previous comments were for Katy Perry. Perhaps this fine young actress will join Perry and the rest of us, embrace the word “feminist,” and start using her fame to promote the equality she already believes in for all.

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April showers bring May flowers, diluvial myths

In the past week, Bosnia and Serbia have been hit by the heaviest rain in the history of recorded weather measurements there. Throughout Southeast Europe, at least 47 people are dead due to flooding. This ongoing tragedy is a reminder of the sheer, devastating power of nature, and water in particular.

Massive flooding like that in Europe is, thankfully, an aberration rather than a daily occurrence for most people. Nonetheless, smaller scale excesses of water can have frequent, significant impacts.

A few days ago around my home of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, we had a torrential downpour. I took the bus into town, and in the time I waited at the bus stop, my pants were completely soaked through despite my umbrella. The streets were filling up with water and the bus had to turn around at one point to take a different route. Our basement still has a small pool of water where the floor is lowest. The total time of the rainstorm? About 3 hours.

Of course, when you’re talking about flooding, the important factor is intensity, rather than just duration. It can rain for most of the year without flooding, so long as the rain is light. After the rain tapers off, the ground still has to soak it all in and deal with it. By then, houses have been destroyed, property has been ruined, and lives have been lost.

In 2005, the city of Mumbai was brought to a standstill when it got 39 inches of rainfall over the course of 24 hours. If a whole metropolitan area can be shut down by a single day of heavy rain, how about seven? Nine? Forty days? Given the frequency of small floods and the epic scale of large ones, it is no surprise the flood has pervaded world mythology since time immemorial.

In Judeo-Christian-Muslim religious mythos, a fellow named Noah is told to build a big boat because God is going to kill off the human race and Noah alone is worth saving. And his kids. And some animals. So they pile on the boat and weather the 40-day-long deluge, eventually landing and interpreting a rainbow as God’s promise never to destroy the world with a flood ever again. Cities, islands, and river lands, sure, but never the whole world. We all know this one because it’s ingrained in Western popular culture through retellings and satire, such as the movie Evan Almighty, even if you’ve never been to Sunday School.

Dig a little deeper and you’ll find a lot of other cultural traditions that have a remarkably similar motif. For instance, the Sumerians have a story about a man named Atra-Hasis (“exceedingly wise,” but you can also call him Utnapishtim; oh wait, that’s even harder to pronounce). In their version, the chief god, Enlil (“Lord of the Storm”), gets sick of mankind because they breed too quickly and spread disease, so he decides to flood them out. The god of freshwater and our old friend, Enki (maybe “Lord of Life”), is bound to secrecy, but he cheats and tells Atra-Hasis, a mortal, about the plan. Atra-Hasis builds a boat out of his house and loads all his possessions, family, and workmen into it. The flood goes on for seven days before he lands safely.

Enlil is pissed because Enki told his secret to a human, so Enki makes Atra-Hasis into an immortal as a sort of workaround; that way, he no longer has broken his oath. Thousands of years later, Atra-Hasis tells his story to Gilgamesh, who had sought him out seeking the secret of immortality.

Another similar story is that of the Greek Deucalion, who was the son of Prometheus. At one point, Zeus decides to wipe out the humans with a flood, but Deucalion and his wife Pyrrha (“flame colored,” as her hair), who was coincidentally the daughter of Pandora (the one with the box, not the Internet radio station), are told to build a “chest” and float out the nine-day-long deluge in it (however that was supposed to work). When they land, they sacrifice to Zeus and so are allowed to get a wish. They take up stones and throw them into the air, where they become men and women, thus circumventing the whole “repopulate the earth via incest” thing common to these stories.

Then there’s the Hindu story, found in the Puranas (Sanskrit: “of ancient times”), of Manu the mortal and Matsya, avatar of Vishnu. Manu, the first man, was a great king. At one time, he found a small fish being swept downstream to the ocean who begged him for help. Manu took him and put him in a tank. The fish outgrew it, so Manu put him in a bigger one, and so forth, until he had to put him in a river, and eventually in the ocean. At that point, the fish reveals himself to be an avatar of Vishnu (Matsya is Sanskrit for “fish”), and warns Manu that the world will be flooded, promising to help him get through the ordeal safely. Manu builds a boat and takes his family and some seeds and animals on board. He waits out the storm and makes it to land with Matsya’s help, then goes on to found the human race. Of course, he lived, like, 306 million years, but that’s how things go in Hindu mythology.

In China, we get a different kind of flood story — one that’s at least somewhat based in recorded history. Humanity wasn’t wiped out, but the country was fighting floods for centuries. Floods ravaged the fields and cities of China until the emperor hired a man named Gun to organize the efforts to push it back. Gun tried to use sandbags and blockades to keep the water out, but after a decade, his efforts failed, so the emperor killed him — or maybe Gun transformed into a dragon or something. Anyway, Gun’s son, modestly named Yu the Great, takes over the work and manages to get the flood under control by building dykes and/or fighting nine-headed snake monsters. The emperor is so impressed that he appoints Yu his successor, thus founding the Xia dynasty.

In Mesoamerica, an unnamed Tlapanec man survives the great flood alone … except for his dog. Afterward, it doesn’t seem like there’s much hope for repopulating the earth with humans, at least until the man discovers his dog turns into a woman while he’s away during the day. While definitively creepy, the man knows then what he has to do.

 

So I hope you’ve enjoyed this romp through some of the many cultural stories of flooding. In light of the real-world impact of rising waters even as we speak, I for one hope that we can all find courage in the stories of our cultural traditions to confront the harsh realities in these and other disasters. Best wishes to you all.

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Did feminists fail Monica by standing idly by?

Sixteen years ago, the world watched in shock as a young woman announced her affair with the most powerful man in the free world. I’m talking, of course, about Monica Lewinsky and former U.S. President Bill Clinton.

For those who may not be aware, Lewinsky is in the news lately due to her recent interview in Vanity Fair. There, she talks about the affair, her embarrassment, and her thoughts of suicide, all while vehemently denying that the Clinton family had paid her to keep quiet all these years.

Now, not to reveal this feminist’s age too specifically, but I was definitely prepubescent when the Lewinsky/Clinton scandal broke in the mainstream media. I was so young that I didn’t quite understand the jokes about dry cleaning or cigars. So when a blog titled “Monica Lewinsky: Feminists Failed Me” ran on the Washington Post’s website last week, I had to stop, research, and remember the situation before I could evaluate whether Lewinsky had a point.

Lewinsky contends that she was left on her own throughout the media feeding frenzy of the scandal. Her image was destroyed, and she has been unable to find stable employment because of the stigma forever attached to her name. So is Lewinsky correct? Did the feminists of the time fail her?

Well, they certainly didn’t rush to her defense. But had they done so, Lewinsky may have found their support to be a double-edged sword.

In any affair, there are going to be winners and losers. In this particular liaison, two women were put at odds with one another; to support one was to alienate the other. Was it fair to ask feminists to choose a side and pick the paramour Monica or the wife Hillary? Despite the similarities, this wasn’t a soap opera storyline but rather real people with real-world ramifications.

Let’s say, hypothetically, that feminists had thrown unwavering support to Lewinsky. Would they, at the same time, have been demeaning Hillary and destroying any future political career for her? Furthermore, what about the Clintons’ daughter, Chelsea? The scandal had already put a large amount of stress on her family. How many people should have been destroyed in the name of feminism?

Obviously, the answer is none, but had raucous feminists rallied behind Lewinsky, this absolutely could have happened.

Another point I have made in the past is that not all feminists are man-haters. Jumping on a feminist bandwagon to trash the president would have made a bad situation even worse. Clinton wasn’t just any man, either. He had other big things on his mind, like running the country. The reality is that the most vocal feminists of the late 1990s who would have defended Lewinsky didn’t want to ostracize a president who was working to institute a legislative agenda that aligned with their political beliefs.

I’m definitely not trying to give the guy a pass. He should not have cheated on his wife. He should not have lied about it under oath. However, do I think a sex scandal (and really, we should be accurate in our use of language and call it what it was: an oral sex scandal) should have lead to an impeachment trial? Absolutely not.

But this article isn’t about my defense of Clinton. (Although, I will admit, in fourth grade, I desperately wanted to play the saxophone because I wanted to be like the president.) This article is asking if feminists failed Lewinsky.

I think there are two distinct instances where feminists could have spoken up a little bit more to support Lewinsky without collateral damage. The first: condemning the amount of slut-shaming that was directed at Lewinsky. This would not only have been the right thing to do for Lewinsky, but it is the right thing to do for women and young girls everywhere.

The second: attempting to mitigate the press coverage of her infamous makeover. By not calling foul when the media obsessed over Lewinsky’s sex life and new haircut, feminists allowed a college-educated young woman to be defined by superficial characteristics and private choices.

Both of these situations are areas where feminists could have stepped in, politely, without bashing either Clinton, and come to Lewinsky’s aid. Of course, hindsight is always 20/20, and this is definitely the case here.

Lewinsky wasn’t the first woman to be painted a Jezebel in the press, and she certainly will not be the last. But what we, as feminists, can take away from all of this is that our actions (or lack thereof) can have repercussions for years to come. So the next time you hear about an affair in your own circles (or in Hollywood), think twice before rushing to judgement of “the other woman.”

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Facebook buys Oculus Rift: Awesome or not?

I remember walking into an arcade at some theme park or other almost 20 years back and seeing a haphazard rig set up in the middle of the floor. Barely more than a monitor with wires pouring out of it and a cushioned chair, what drew people to stand in line and gawk from afar was the specialized helmet that was hooked up to the electrical system. I watched as people donned the helmet, grasped a controller, and swiveled their heads around while the monitor showed a 16-bit Doom environment swivel in unison. When it got to my turn, I strapped on the helmet with inexpressible joy, took up my controls, and gawked at the images, so close to my eyes that they were all I could see. Then a demon popped out of the hallway and killed me, and my turn was done. For that moment, though, even with the crappy, low-resolution graphics, I was inside the game. And it was glorious.

If you’re tech savvy or into video games at all, you’re probably familiar with Palmer Luckey’s company Oculus VR and its wildly successful Kickstarter campaign for the Oculus Rift a few years back. Unlike every attempt ever over the past two decades to put together a compelling virtual reality system, the Oculus and its prototypes have generated a nearly messianic buzz in the gaming magazines and related circles. “It works,” they say.

Demos, which showcase seemingly simple concepts, like a simple flight simulator, or undersea exploration, or even the guillotine program that makes you feel like your head is being chopped off, are all eliciting haunted responses from everyone who tries them out. The ability of the gizmos to pump out the appropriate resomolutions (I’m not an engineer) are “ready,” they say. A consumer version will be released sometime this year, they say. The time is now.

Then Facebook went and bought it.

Now don’t get me wrong. You won’t catch my ever blaming Luckey and his crew for this. If Facebook offered me two billion freaking dollars for my right eyeball, I’d be like “Uh … sure?” It’s almost more money than there is money. They would have been fools not to sell. It seems entirely likely that the $2 billion number came around because they rejected lower, more reasonable numbers. And his crew is, of course, still in charge of designing and engineering the device. Plans are still very much in the works to keep the video gaming end of the device on track, even bolstered with the influx of new money, though some developers seem to be jumping ship as a result of the sale. The Rift is still their magnum opus, their baby. It’s just that now, if Facebook tells them the baby has to jump, they have to make it jump.

So what the heck does a social media giant want with virtual reality, anyway? Well, there’s a lot of speculation, but the company itself says they’re going to use it to facilitate communication in a way similar to Skype or Google+ Hangouts. You and your friends, who may be in disparate cities, states, countries, all put the headgear on and voila! You’re in a room together, or at the pyramids of Giza, or on the moon. “Sexting” is no more. Say hello to “Oculust.” (Okay, maybe that one won’t catch on.)

Facebook is trying to take an idea to make video gaming more immersive and turn it into something that may very well fundamentally change the way human beings interact with each other. Want to work from home? Put on your headset and sit in on daily meetings with corporate HQ seven states away. Want to sing your kids to sleep but have to be across the country on business? Done.

Video chat lets us do these things as well, but we all know the hassle of dealing with low-resolution cameras, limited view fields, and visual lag. Much like talking on the phone, it’s hard to “just hang out” in video chat. If you don’t have anything in particular to talk about, then it’s like you’re staring at a screen, with your friend or loved one’s distended face taking up three fourths of the viewing area, wondering if things are likely to get less awkward. With VR, maybe it’ll feel more like hanging around your dorm room with your old college friends, just shootin’ it and watching TV, or like you’re really there with your parents in Tulsa, joining them for breakfast.

Facebook evidently thinks these ideas are worth pursuing and put a hefty price tag on it accordingly. The downside to all this, of course, is the idea that they’re going to make it Facebook-y. Put 3D ads flashing obtrusively across your field of view, like in Minority Report. No one wants to see his mother’s forehead plastered with the Maalox logo.

The other thing is that, unlike with our smartphones, the Rift requires a certain separation from the world at large in order to operate. You really need to sit down somewhere without a lot of breakables nearby and try to stay calm, because your nervous system is going to start trying to react to the virtual environment. This means that it’s very hard to be “present” in the world of the headset and also in the actual, real world around you at the same time. Perhaps Facebook has ideas about augmented reality, like Google Glass is attempting to master, where you can see the real world with virtual information overlaid on top of it. Either way, splitting off focus from the real world into a virtual one is already a source of problems, as the incidence of car accidents due to texting while driving can attest.

Ultimately, whether Facebook’s plans for the Rift unfold the way they want, or for that matter, the way we want, remains to be seen. If it lives up to the hype, and the United States starts to make sensible decisions about its telecommunications industry to keep up with demand for service, then we may all be talking about it in Middle Earth in a few years. Or Tatooine. Or Paris or something, for you not-nerds. Cheers.

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Welcome to Kansas: Gays need not apply

I don’t have a problem with homophobes. Some of my friends are homophobes. And while I don’t agree with their lifestyle choice, it’s not my place to judge others, even if what they’re doing is an affront to everything I believe in. As far as I’m concerned, they can hate whomever they want as long as they don’t try any of that with me.

And please, just don’t do it in public. I don’t want to have to explain to my (theoretical) kids why you are behaving in such a disgraceful way.

I understand it’s tough to be a homophobe in this day and age. It seems like the world is against you, constantly telling you how your way of thinking is immoral and wrong. You are being persistently attacked for feelings that are beyond your control when all you are trying to do is exercise your Constitutional right to express those feelings.

And now you have to worry about these anti-homophobic laws that are making their ways through legislatures across the world. Will you be legally persecuted just for being anti-gay? Certainly, we can’t have that in America.

Well, fear not, my friend. Kansas has heard your cry and the representatives of the people have taken steps to create a safe haven for other homophobes like you. The state’s House of Representatives last week passed a bill that would allow you and your business to express your views by denying services to the gays who offend your delicate sensibilities. If you see two men together and find yourself feeling uncontrollable feelings, you can simply tell these men to stop acting without concern for other people and kick them out.

I understand. You are the victim. Your rights to freedom of expression need to be upheld. No one should be allowed to prevent you from being who you are. It’s just a good thing you were able to stop this before Big Government started passing laws like the Nazis, preventing you from being served at public places or from getting good jobs because of who you are and what you believe. I mean, seriously, that would be just about the most authoritarian, fascistic, Hitler-esque thing one could do.

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Satire aside, I do know people I honestly consider to be friends who might object to this message because they don’t agree with marriage equality or a military that does not discriminate based on sexual orientation, and that’s fine. I’m never going to change their minds, and I respect their right to hold to their positions. I even accept that some folks whom I genuinely esteem believe being gay is a sin. I disagree, but I can appreciate our differences.

The problem I have is with the victim mentality. People who disagree about marriage equality can have a civil debate. But to say that there exists some kind of nefarious homosexual agenda that aims to subjugate good Christians is an absurd lie. Many people who are gay, including friends of mine, are Christians themselves, and would never want to see their faiths harmed. They are also American and love our country because it allows them to be who they are without having to worry about government-sponsored actions detrimental to their well-being.

Most Americans, no matter where they fall on the left-right spectrum, can agree on a basic principle: we should be allowed as many freedoms and liberties as possible without hindering the rights of other human beings. Your right to call someone a demon or subhuman is just as valid as my right to say you have beautiful eyes. However, your right to kill is not more important than someone else’s right to live.

This precept holds true in civil rights as well. You have every right to hate me for being different than you, but you have no right to hurt me because of that hatred. Your problems with people who are different from you are your own and cannot be legislated — and certainly not under the guise of “religious liberty” that only applies to your own interpretation of religion.

Stop fearing the “gay agenda.” The only agenda anyone is pushing is for civil rights. Nothing that is being advocated by the LGBT community and its allies will infringe on your rights in any way. You will still have the right to hate whomever you want, and you will still have the right to be treated like a human wherever you go.

The anti-gay agenda, however, is about taking away rights, not granting them. And Republicans in the Kansas House tried to take a huge step in advancing that restrictive agenda. Thankfully, the president of the Kansas Senate has put the bill on ice. If she had not, men and women who are gay would be treated differently for who they are and whom they love. That would be someone’s “right” to hate trumping another person’s right to live, and that is wrong.

A law like the one proposed in Kansas cannot stand and would not pass even simple Constitutional scrutiny, despite what Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia would inevitably say. State law cannot violate the U.S. Constitution. In the end, a discriminatory law like this would prove a huge favor to gay rights advocates; its striking-down would set a precedent to be called upon in all future cases.

Some of you will disagree with me. I’m glad you will. We all need to have our views challenged. I welcome the debate, and I look forward to hearing from you.

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Russian skater in red calls out Olympics, Putin

Russian figure skater Yulia Lipnitskaia is taking the 2014 Winter Olympics by storm. At 15 years of age, she has positioned herself as a favorite for the gold medal in this year’s ladies’ singles free skate competition, and she seems poised to be the greatest female figure skater in the world through at least the 2018 Games.

Today, in the ladies’ free portion of the team event, making its debut in Sochi, Russia, Lipnitskaia took the ice in a brave and provocative performance. As Russian president Vladimir Putin settled into his seat in the Iceberg Skating Palace, Lipnitskaia stood at center ice, clad in a red leotard while the strains of John Williams‘ score to Schindler’s List came to life.

Steven Spielberg’s 1993 historical drama tells the story of Oskar Schindler, a German man who saved more than 1,000 Polish Jews from execution in the Holocaust. The film is presented nearly entirely in black-and-white, and one splash of color creates a stark image: the red coat of a young girl as she tries to hide from the Nazis who are “liquidating” the Jews of the Kraków ghetto. Later, Schindler sees a body clad in a red coat among a wagon of dead bodies being carted off for disposal.

Not everyone is impressed with Lipnitskaia’s performance choice. Critics pan the idea that the suffering of the Jews during the Holocaust should be “trivialized” in a figure skating routine. That is the wrong perspective.

Lipnitskaia’s choice to portray that girl on the ice today is a bold statement that echoes the fundamental principles of the Olympic Games, namely that “[t]he goal of Olympism is to place sport at the service of the harmonious development of humankind, with a view to promoting a peaceful society concerned with the preservation of human dignity.” The girl in red also challenges the leader of her country, directly to his face, to reconcile the Russian president’s desire to host these Games with his disregard for human rights.

It is true that the Soviet Union fought against Nazi Germany in World War II; the USSR was not complicit in the Holocaust. Nonetheless, the hands of the Russian Empire are not free of the blood of genocide.

The policies of Soviet leader Joseph Stalin created a famine that killed millions in Ukraine in 1932 and 1933. Today, Ukraine is still fighting to exorcise the ghost of the long Soviet presence in its borders as the nation determines its identity in a new Europe.

In fact, Sochi itself may have been the site of the first modern European genocide: beginning in 1859, Russian emperor Alexander II engaged in a campaign to relocate the Circassians by massacring the North Caucasians in their native villages.

While the act was not perpetrated by the Russian government, the Caucasus Mountains were also the setting for the mass killing of Armenians by the Ottoman Turks in 1915. Even today, the Caucasus is a hotbed of separatist movement and brutal government crackdowns. The terror threat at the 2014 Games is directly connected to the unrest in this region, including Chechnya, at the edges of Moscow’s grasp. The 2013 Boston Marathon bombing suspects had ties to radical Islam in the Russian republic of Dagestan. This unrest underlines the sense throughout the region that oppression has been a way of life for centuries.

The socio-cultural focus of these Games from the American perspective has been on Russia’s ban on “homosexual propaganda.” Putin himself has said the nation must be “cleansed” of homosexuality. That language is chilling, and one can only hope this is a subpar translation of Putin’s Russian. If it is not, the global community must be on alert and be ready to take action.

All of these elements make the decision of the International Olympic Committee to award the 2014 Olympics to Russia difficult to understand. The IOC seems to pay lip service to the supremacy of human rights while granting financial reward and international prestige to a government that has not valued those very same rights.

The Olympics judges at the Iceberg are equipped to struggle with assessing the technical skill and artistic beauty of Lipnitskaia’s skating. And at 15, Lipnitskaia may not even comprehend the full weight of her performance. But it is the duty of the rest of us, the viewers of these Games, to recognize the moment of reflection that has been created by Lipnitskaia and her team to portray such a stark moment in such a vital film.

Kraków, Poland, is one of five applicant cities to host the 2022 Winter Games. If Kraków, a city that has overcome such a terrible chapter in human history, should be awarded the Games, the IOC will have presented an opportunity to showcase the triumph of the human spirit instead of shilling for a regime that does not demonstrate a concern for the very principles on which the Games were founded.

Here’s hoping the IOC has the wisdom to make as powerful a statement then as Lipnitskaia did today.

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Would a Saga by any other name taste as sweet?

Trademarks are obnoxious but necessary. If I slapped some set of ingredients together to make a dark cola drink, called it a Pepsi, and tried to sell it to passersby at a train station, PepsiCo Inc. could sue me for infringing their brand. I would be doing them wrong on two counts: profiting from their popular name, and duping people who tried my (presumably) inferior product into thinking that the “real” Pepsi soft drink tasted differently than it does.

Obviously, Pepsi isn’t a word you’re going to use in a different context. We don’t go “pepsi-ing” or vacation in the “Pepsis.” But let’s take a moment and think about some other brands that are used as everyday words: Crush and Sprite (to stick with sodas). Gap. Crest. Blockbuster. Ivory. Tide. Visa. Apple. Windows. Mars. Champion. Mustang. Not to mention brand names that have become the common words for their products: Kleenex. Lego. Xerox.

Brand identity is also important in the gaming industry. You almost certainly know at least three people who play or have played Candy Crush Saga, or you are one yourself. It’s one of the most popular mobile app games at present, and it rakes in about $1 million a day from in-app purchases. Candy Crush Saga is very closely based on the game Bejeweled, which was made over a decade prior. It’s about matching three similar objects in a row to clear them from the board. The player advances through levels until he or she run out of “lives,” at which point the player either has to wait around for more or buy them with real money.

King.com, Ltd., the game’s developer, has a number of other games in its roster that end in the word “Saga” — Pet Rescue Saga, Farm Heroes Saga, and Bubble Witch Saga, to name a few. However, if you put the word “Saga” into the search bar for Amazon app games, you’re going to get 613 results, including Jewels Crush Saga (advertising itself as the “#1 Puzzle game on the world”), Fruit Crush Saga, and Candy Rescue in Farm (by Candy Crush Game), none of which are made by King. I wouldn’t dream of accusing these games of trying to leech off of Candy Crush’s commercial success rather than succeeding on their own merits, but I won’t stop you from coming to your own conclusions about it.

Product confusion is a strategy hardly unique to video games. I’m sure you’ve all seen movies, either in video stores (what?) or on Netflix, which are either: a) cheap knock-offs of recent blockbusters and children’s movies with similar-sounding names, or b) documentaries of some sort for which you really have to squint to read the bit about it being a documentary. They come out when the popular film is still in theaters and are mostly purchased unwittingly as gifts for relatives.

So what’s the problem? Why shouldn’t King trademark its intellectual property and protect it from poachers? Well, maybe because of this.

Stoic, an independent game producer, recently released a game, called The Banner Saga, about leading a tribe of Vikings through the wastes to find a new homeland. It’s a tactical strategy and leadership simulation game, where the player makes hard choices about how to spend resources in order to keep the game people alive amid the dangers around them. I haven’t played it yet, but it looks awesome.

King is pushing the trademark office to prevent Stoic from registering the name “The Banner Saga” because they claim people might be confused about whether or not it’s a King game. Essentially, because it uses the word “Saga” in the title.

If Stoic can’t get a trademark on the name, then anybody else will be able to put out a game with the same title and pass it off as their own, causing actual confusion. And that will happen, because people will hear about the game, see the legitimate version costs 25 bucks, and then look in the app store and see what looks like the same game only costing a dollar or two.

Here’s the kicker. The word “Saga” means “a long story.” In Old Norse. You know, Viking language.

Aside from that, though, it’s a common word that should be accessible to any serious creator of content. This kind of focused effort to trademark the word comes off as a serious power grab of the worst sort. If a company can own the word “Saga” as it pertains to video games, why can’t I own the word “a,” as it pertains to … uh … writing, say? After all, the word “a” appears in the title of my article, which you’re reading right now! (Of course, if I did manage to pull off something like that, it would make cataloging easier. You would never again mistakenly look under “A” for A Separate Peace: just flip right to “S”!)

Permit me to take this idea to its logical conclusion and posit a dystopian future where every individual word in the English language can be trademarked because it is part of one brand or another. In this world, major corporations use all of the positive, upbeat, happy words they associate with their products, leaving only the depressing, the morose, and the morbid and grotesque for common usage.

All of art (not borne of commercial materials) becomes dark and forlorn, offspring of Poe and Sylvia Plath. Mankind pays out of pocket for positive thinking and emotional stability, directly from vending machines that spout little cards with the words “Hope” and “Laughter” on them. (Eventually, these vending machines are banned in schools due to high caloric content.)

Advertisers become new gods, able to wrap the masses around their fingers with inspiring words (wait a second…), while subversives make up a new, ever-evolving lexicon, like a password language, going obsolete every few months as the corporations trademark their leavings.

OK, maybe that’s not too likely, but who knows? What are your thoughts?

Better to get them all down now before somebody can sue you for copyright infringement.