I began writing The 1585
almost nine years ago.I
started the site because, one day, through
the window of a crappy temp job I had in the Chicago Loop, I saw a
bunch of
kids holding signs.They
were being
tricked by religious people into protesting something they didn’t even
understand.That
made me angry.It
still does.
From late 2006 until
early in 2013, I used this site as a
platform to attack — sometimes with extraordinary viciousness, and on
very rare
occasions with only a moderate amount of viciousness — everything about
my
culture that I saw as illogical.This
included religion, naturally.On
the
other side of the political spectrum, it also included political
correctness,
most often in the form of academic feminism.At the time, I was the only person on the
internet doing this.
And now, needless to say,
I am not.
The phenomenon of the guy
on the internet who busts everyone
on logical fallacies and whose favorite targets are religion and
feminism is a
cottage industry now.A
trope.A zeitgeist.A meme.I
always thought I was
more-or-less unique, but apparently not.I even used to wear a fedora.I
think I should get a pass on that because I was a competitive swing
dancer at
the time, but that’s up to you.
I suppose it should have
occurred to me that the things that
occurred to me had not occurred only to me.Being cheesed off with PC feminism just meant
I was a man who went to
college in the ’90s.The
year I
graduated from college, George W. Bush was elected president, and that
likewise
took care of the “being cheesed off with religion” part for a huge
segment of
the population in addition to me.I was
only a matter of time, and so were a lot of other people.
I’m smarter, funnier, and
more handsome than they are, but
that’s not important right now.
The idea of a Logical
Coalition against fundamentalism and
PC made sense at the turn of the century (old people, be advised I mean
15
years ago) because both camps seemed to be wielding considerable power
and
making what were basically the same stupid points even though they
didn’t
realize it (“Sex and science are bad because XYZ!”“No, sex and science are bad because PQR!”).But still, my beef with PC
was always
secondary.Primarily,
I hated right-wing
fundamentalism, and I only bothered arguing against PC because I
thought it
hampered the ability of the left to make effective counterarguments
(“Whatever
batshit thing I believe is true because I want it to be” versus “No,
whatever
batshit thing I believe is true
because I want it to be” is not a
very compelling debate).
But then, after the
Republicans played the frog in a
nationwide game of frog baseball in 2008, the fundamentalists crawled
under a
rock to inform the pillbugs that their eyes were irreducibly complex,
and
everybody in the Logical Coalition decided their work was done and went
home.
Except the ones who primarily
hated feminists.
Flash forward a few
years, and suddenly everyone who even
knew the word fallacy was also
wearing a t-shirt with a “make me a sandwich” joke on it.Actually, it was kind of
like how the
Republican party went from being the party of Lincoln to the party of
big
business in the first place:the
GOP was
founded by abolitionists as a single-issue party, but then, in addition
to the
good people who had genuine moral objections to slavery, the northern
industrialists joined because they knew that if slavery ended, the
freed Blacks
would have to move north in search of factory jobs, thereby driving
wages
down.When slavery
ended, the
abolitionists lost interest, and the business tycoons were the only
ones left.
I had another analogy
that was even better, but it was about
Lord of the Rings and
extremely long.
Short
Version: This
guy is Alex Jones.
As time wore on, I felt
increasingly bad about arguing with
feminists.But I
persisted, because
religious zealotry had receded into the background, and academic
feminism was
the only game left in town (town being the internet) as far as
megalithic
movements that regularly based their tenets on identifiable logical
missteps.Besides,
I still wasn’t over
the way I was treated in college, and I’m still not, and probably never
will
be.But that’s my
problem, and it’s not
as important as the fact that I think the crucial distinction to be
made
between academic feminism and feminism in general has been lost.
Feminism
in general
means acknowledging that women have it worse than men in society, for
reasons
that are largely fixable, and believing that society as a whole, as
well as any
number of substrata therein, needs to be reworked so as to be more open
to
women’s perspectives and amenable to women’s needs, not only because
women
specifically would benefit from this, but because civilization at large
would.That is
pretty obviously all true
to anyone who isn’t a shithead.
Academic
feminism
means believing that everyone is supposed to be fat and that adjectives
are a
form of rape. That
is both stupid
and clearly different from the other thing.
About two years ago, I
got to a point where I felt like
anything I had to say, as entertaining or as
smart-for-the-sake-of-smart as it
might be, was probably just going to make things worse instead of
better as far
as the big picture was concerned.So I
stopped.And I told
myself I wasn’t
going to come back until I had something to say that I genuinely
believed was
going to help, as opposed to just making people laugh and demonstrating
for the
thousandth time how incredibly clever I am.
Now I’m back, because now
I feel as though the internet
could benefit from my being exactly what I started the site to try and
be in
the first place: a voice that isn’t saying the same thing as everybody
else.And to the
extent that I may have
had any hand in creating the “everybody else” that’s been shitting all
over the
internet for the last few years, I’m sorry.I never want to feel like I’m one of, or be
confused by anyone with,
those guys again, and I’m going to try harder to keep this from
happening.I still
have the fedora, but that’s safely
packed away in a box, and I’m only going to take it out if I ever take
up swing
dancing again.
A lot has happened while
I was away.I’ve
been studying Hinduism and Buddhism and
taken up yoga and meditation.I
got
married, got divorced, and had an amazing baby daughter whose interests
include
tambourines, mashed-up avocado, and tambourines covered in mashed-up
avocado.I achieved
the exact opposite
of a lifelong dream by losing on Jeopardy!.I finally figured out what
that great song was
that I heard once on the car radio in 2008 but without catching the
title or
artist or remembering any of the words so I could ask people what it
was (if
you’re curious, it was “Graveyard Girl” by M83).
Because of all this
(mostly the amazing daughter, but also
the meditation, and quite possibly to some small extent the M83 song),
I have
become more interested in being who I actually am and taking a longer
view
towards trying to make life better for the kinds of people I care
about, and
significantly less interested in putting on a web-based act in an
effort to try
and get strangers to start calling me the Wolverine of Atheism, or
whatever the
fuck I was doing before.I’m
37, for
christ’s sake.
Yes, I realize that the
actual Wolverine is a lot older than
37, but that’s not the point.
The point is, I’m back,
and now I’m a… whatever you’re
supposed to say instead of “nice guy,” now that you’re not supposed to
say “nice
guy” anymore.A
decent sort of
chap?I have no
idea.