So, it’s Wednesday here. Because this is being posted later in the day it might not be Wednesday where you are, but the point here is: Wednesday.
Monthly Archives: October 2012
Stop reading and get up from the computer.
Okay, fine, read a little bit further, but I’m not joking. Up. Metaphorically, if you use a wheelchair or cane, but how you move doesn’t matter as much as how fast. Find or make an empty space at least ten feet by ten feet, and put on some music. It doesn’t much matter what music—this activity is traditionally associated with both kinds, country and western, but then there’s “Build Me Up Buttercup” (1960s soul), “Moves Like Jagger” (2010s pop), “Mickey Mouse Club March” (1950s Disney), “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas”… (Okay, yes, and “Red Solo Cup”; nothing’s perfect.) The only requirement is that there be a good beat to the music, a good danceable beat.
Envision yourself positioned (or, better, actually position yourself) in a square, two people per side. The person beside you is your partner, the person catty-corner to you is your corner. The person outside the square with the microphone is the caller, and if something goes wrong it is zir fault. The couple facing the caller and the couple facing that couple are the Heads, the other couples the Sides. Back to the caller? You’re couple number 1. Caller to your left? Couple number 2. Continue counterclockwise to couples 3 and 4. The place you’re standing now is Home. Oriented? Good.
Join hands and Circle Left. Now Circle Right. Now Up to the Middle and Back.
Welcome to square dancing.
To successfully navigate a square dance tip, you need to remember a few things. Which hand is your left, and which your right? (My father has badges that say “Left” and “Other Left”. Just to help people remember. He switches which side he wears them on.) To which number couple do you belong, and does that make you a Head or a Side? Did you start out on the left side of the couple, or the right?
That last is very important to remember; most calls are directed at half the square, though many of them have instructions for both halves, and which half gets the directions varies: Heads or Sides, Centers or Ends, Leaders or Trailers, Left or Right of the couples of the moment, on the left or the right side of Home.
It is typically easier to remember that, when everybody is Home or in normal couples, Boys are on the left and Girls are on the right.
The gender binary pervades square dancing. Genderqueer? Tough; pick one. You can change at the end of the tip, or in the middle if you’re dancing with people who don’t mind doing two Trades where one was called and possibly confusing the caller and the rest of the square. But there’s no ‘bigender’ or ‘agender’ or ‘third gender’ in square dancing. There’s boys and there’s girls, and every dancer is one or the other.
Note the couple in teal in the foreground. The man is wearing slacks and a Western-cut shirt; the woman, a dress with a circular skirt and a crinoline underneath, and you know they’re dancing together because they’re wearing the exact same shade of teal. This is traditional square dance attire. A blouse and circle skirt is acceptable in place of a circle-skirted dress, as is a blouse and a prairie skirt. If the dance hasn’t been specified to be traditional attire only, no one will bat an eye at a girl showing up in jeans as the redhead on the left did, but if the dance has been so specified, a girl not in a skirt is Frowned Upon. A boy in a skirt is Frowned Upon regardless, but that’s not a square-dancing-specific issue.
There’s also singing calls. In contrast to patter, where the music is instrumental and the calls are spoken, the calls are sung and so are select lines from the original songs. For instance, in Charlie Daniels’s “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”, the line “Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard” is followed by the line “‘Cause hell’s broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards”. In this singing call version of “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”, “play your fiddle hard’ is followed by ‘Dosado, go once around, now Promenade your pard'” (square dancers like rhyme), and then while the dancers are Promenading, the caller sings “If you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold”, which follows “devil deals the cards” in the original. The other relevant point distinguishing singing calls from patter is that in every patter figure, everyone ends up Home. In every singing call figure, the boys go Home while the girls rotate. Because reasons.
Then there’s the calls that simply cannot be done in same-sex couples. Swing: like in ballroom dancing, girl’s left hand in boy’s right, girl’s right hand on boy’s shoulder, boy’s right hand on girl’s waist, and rotate clockwise. Star Thru: girl’s left hand palm to palm with boy’s right, girl steps forward and turns a quarter left to the inside as boy steps forward and turns a quarter right to the outside. Even the calls that don’t have gender in the definition are often gendered: to Courtesy Turn, the right-hand side of the couple walks forward and the left-hand side backward in a semicircle so that they end up in each other’s footsteps facing the opposite direction. Well, that and some work with the hands. There’s no mention in the definition of gender at all. But it is rarely called from same-sex or arky (girl on the left, boy on the right) couples. This is probably because of the hands part of the call: right-hand dancer’s left hand in left-hand dancer’s left hand, right-hand dancer’s right hand on the small of zir back or working her skirt, left-hand dancer’s right hand on right-hand dancer’s right hand or the small of her back to guide her through her forward motion. For some reason, if it’s a girl on the left and/or a boy on the right, people find this awkward.
Courtesy Turn is also an example of one of those things CALLERLAB, the organization that maintains the definitions of all square dance calls, prefers to pretend doesn’t happen. In Courtesy Turn from normal couples, he’s courtesy-turning her, not the other way around. In California Twirl, he’s twirling her. Swing Your Lady is called more often than Swing Your Partner, even though they’re the same damn thing. Walk Around Your Corner is exactly what it sounds like: you face your corner and walk around same (distinct from a Dosado Your Corner in that you stay right shoulder to right shoulder the whole move, rather than staying facing a particular wall the whole move), but it’s often called as Walk Around the Left-Hand Lady. See Saw, Walk Around Your Corner’s counterpart move, is often called as See Saw Your Taw, because square dancers really like rhyme; ‘taw’ is a word I have never seen outside a square dance context, and it’s supposed to mean ‘wife’. (Wiktionary says ‘spouse’ or ‘dance partner’; good for Wiktionary. Every time I’ve been to square dance lessons when See Saw is being taught, I’ve heard that ‘taw’ means ‘wife’, and calling ‘See Saw Your Pretty Little Taw’ emphasizes that reading. In gender essentialism, men are neither pretty nor little.) In Run, the directed dancers do a half circle into the adjacent inactive dancer’s starting position while the inactive dancer steps sideways into the active dancer’s starting position, and it can be called as Boys Run, Girls Run, Ends Run, or Centers Run. Of Ends Run and Centers Run, I’ve noticed that callers don’t tend to prefer one over the other, but of Boys Run and Girls Run, guess which one gets called more often?
That’s right, it’s Boys Run. Little as CALLERLAB likes it, square dancing tends to give the direction to the boys and expect the girls to puzzle out their steps. That’s not true of the Ladies Chain family of calls, or of Teacup Chain, but I have never heard Men Chain and rarely Men Teacup Chain, and if the girls are active on those calls then the boys get the easy part. Also rare is Beer Mug Chain, but that is not an official call (not up to Plus level, anyway; I know nothing of Advanced or Challenge) and invariably breaks all the squares. Also notice how, apparently, only girls drink tea and only boys beer.
Boys typically get the easy part with choreography, too. Calls are meant to flow one into another. The call Roll, for example, is meaningless when starting from a static position instead of partway through another call; whichever direction you’re turning at the end of the call before Roll, you keep turning that direction another quarter turn. Or Wheel and Deal, then Zoom; in Wheel and Deal, both members of a couple are moving the same direction at the end of the call, and in Zoom, the first part of the call for the leading couple is turn your back on your partner. The boy keeps going in the same direction he was going, while the girl has to halt and reverse direction. This combination is called fairly frequently, generally but not always by male callers who are unfamiliar with dancing the girl’s part.
There’s also setting up and breaking down the dance hall (moving tables and chairs, etc) and providing the food. Guess which gender, in my experience, typically does which task?
Square dancing isn’t all rigid-gender-role doom and gloom. Girls do wear jeans to casual dances, after all.
Square dancers skew female, so to maximize the number of squares on the floor in any given tip, many female dancers dance the male part. And of course dancers who know both parts can switch genders as many times during the night as they like. Not I, if I can avoid it—I find it breaks my brain too badly to be raising the left hand to Star Thru in one tip and the right hand to Star Thru in the next—but my mother and my sisters can dance boy with ease, as can quite a few of the female dancers I know. (My mother, in fact, has made sashes in magenta fleece and sky blue in order to faciliate people changing gender between tips, because she’s sick of a tip pausing for the caller to point at one of the seven female-presenting people in the square and ask whether that person’s a girl or a boy.) Girls consequently usually win Battle of the Sexes tips, wherein half the squares are all women and the other half all men and the goal is to be in a square that doesn’t break down due to somebody doing the wrong half of Star Thru or whatever. On the other hand, when you get the caller interrupting the steady flow of patter to say “[Mama Murasaki], you’re a man”, you know something’s gone wrong.
Then there are LGBT clubs such as Philadelphia’s Independence Squares and Washington DC’s Lambda Squares. When the expectation that couples in the Home position will be boy to the left girl to the right collides with the expectation that couples in the Home position will be people who arrived together, the latter usually wins.
Dance-By-Definition clubs also exist. CALLERLAB wishes to emphasize (in the introduction to the Basic/Mainstream Definitions file) that “most of the calls are defined without reference to gender”, and DBD clubs cheerfully upend the gendered expectations about how these nongendered calls are done. It’s in these clubs that you’ll hear Courtesy Turn called from same-sex or arky couples, or Teacup Chain called immediately after Half Sashay (which moves couples from normal to arky). It’s also members of these clubs who have the least trouble dancing the opposite of their assigned gender.
I love square dancing. I do. One of my local clubs is closing, and I think that’s a tragedy. But as I understand it, this was one of the clubs that insisted on traditional attire and mixed-sex couples. Square dancing is changing to match a changing world: casual-dress clubs, LGBT clubs, DBD clubs, and clubs that skew young instead of middle-aged and elderly are proof of that. But I worry that square dancing isn’t adapting fast enough, that it can’t fully adapt to a world without the gender binary at all, and if square dancing can’t fit into a world with no gender binary, then this thing I love deserves to die.
 ‘Do-si-do’ is an oatmeal sandwich cookie containing peanut butter, most commonly sold by Girl Scouts. ‘Dosado’ is a square dance call. Please do not confuse the two.
Content Note: Disability, Infertility
Possibly my favorite two posts at Shakesville is Liss’ two-part series on disability and remembering. (Here and here.) Liss discusses something that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen discussed elsewhere: that part of being an ally to the disabled means remembering that they are disabled. That part of loving a disabled friend or family member means not forcing them to repeat, over and over, that they are disabled.
Failing to remember, thus obliging someone to repeatedly disclose a disability, also risks making that person feel like they’re “talking too much” about hir disability, or “complaining.” Many people with disabilities have experienced criticism for talking about their disabilities, or have been on the receiving end of exasperation expressed by someone who doesn’t want to hear about it, […] We often struggle to strike a balance between making sure people around us are aware of our disabilities and not playing into perceptions of attention-seeking, and “forgetting” makes finding that balance all the more difficult.
I know that this isn’t always easy. I know that there’s a big difference between living with a disability and knowing someone with a disability. I don’t expect people who are able-bodied to instinctively grok every facet of disability or to understand instantly and immediately every thing that a person with a specific disability can and cannot do. Disabilities infiltrate our lives in strange and unexpected ways, and I recognize that the ripple-effect is not something that can always be instinctively intuited. This is not a post about “grr, able-bodied people who are not psychic”. That is not this post.
But this is a post about life as a disabled person surrounded by people with able-bodies. People who sometimes fail to remember, and who perhaps sometimes don’t even try to remember. (If nothing else, consider this fodder for that disabled character you’ve always thought about including in your NaNoWriMo novel.)
Being disabled means that people who know that walking hurts you will still turn around and opine that you should walk more often because that’s what their health magazines recommend.
Being disabled means that people who know you cry at commercials with babies in them will still call to tell you that they bumped into your childhood friend at the mall and she had newborn infant twins.
Being disabled means that people who know that you have a handicap parking permit will still park at the back of the lot because it’s “less crowded” back there and everyone “needs the exercise” anyway.
Being disabled means that people who know you are infertile will still rush to tell you that they’re pregnant and will expect you to shriek with joy and ask All The Details because of course you must care.
Being disabled means that people who know you can’t easily sleep in hotel beds will still apply strong emotional pressure for you to come visit them because they haven’t seen you in so long.
Being disabled means that people who know you can’t walk long distances will still plan family vacations at enormous national parks with no public transportation options or handicap paths for wheelchairs.
Being disabled means that people who know you can’t have children will still expect you to listen to stories about their children and react with enthusiasm and happiness for them.
Being disabled means that people familiar with your lifetime of difficult and painful experiences with dozens of unsympathetic doctors will still insist that you just need to keep looking for the “right” one.
Being disabled means that people who know that an activity hurts you will still forget, and ask for an explanation again each time, for why it hurts you even if you do it just so as they suggest.
Being disabled means that people who know you are disabled will favorably compare you to all the other awful disabled people who aren’t really disabled, but just lazy and unhealthy.
Being disabled means that people who know you are disabled will express sympathy that you are disabled while still making it clear that you really need to stop talking about it “so much”.
Being disabled means that people who know you are disabled will explain to you why disability accommodations are bad for businesses and reflect inappropriate entitled attitudes.
Being disabled means that people who know you are disabled will tell you that your experiences and opinions are wrong because they know other disabled people who feel differently.
Most of all, being disabled means that usually when any of the above happens, it happens from someone you liked or loved or trusted. It’s family members, lovers, and friends who often drop an unthinking, unremembering sentence into the conversation, about how you should like cute babies more, or travel more often, or walk a little more for your “health”. It’s the people you trust who haul out platitudes about how wonderful the medical establishment is, despite being blissfully free of your own experiences with it. It’s the people you care about who get several months into planning that family vacation to hike up Mt. Everest before you have to remind them — gently, haltingly, tentatively — that thank you but, ummm, you won’t be able to attend. You have that whole disability thing, remember? And, no, you can’t just shake it off for the sake of seeing the whole group, even if everyone really was so looking forward to seeing you again. Sorry!
Being disabled doesn’t just mean missing out on dozens if not hundreds of fun things in the course of a single month. Being disabled doesn’t just mean counting and hoarding spoons, and having to consider things like “if I walk to the cafeteria with the rest of the group, will I have the ability to get back to my desk afterward?” Being disabled also means having to explain that thought process and the need behind it over and over and over again to people who are otherwise remarkably intelligent and possessed of strong memories. Being disabled means apologizing — profusely and obsessively — for not just having the disability, but also for having to remind people of it.
Being disabled means, more often than not, feeling terribly alone. Not because the people around you don’t care about your disability, but because they’re so unaffected by it that they have the ability to repeatedly forget about it.
If you are an able-bodied person, and if you really care about the disabled persons in your life, please try to remember that they are disabled. Create an opening for them to talk about it in ways that makes them feel like they’re not ruining your day by bringing it up. “I’d like to plan a group hike, but does that mean you won’t be able to come?” reminds them that you know about their disability and that they have a space to safely talk about it. “Would it help if I didn’t talk about cute babies for awhile?” gives them the space to say that, yeah, maybe that would help. “I’m sorry to have forgotten, but are you capable of doing this activity?” at least clarifies that you do remember their disability, even if you don’t remember every aspect of it. (And then when they tell you yes/no, don’t grill them about why or suggest alternative ways that they should try to approach the situation. Try to remember that living with a disability means that they’ve put hundreds more hours of thought into the problem than you have.)
Being an ally to people with disabilities means remembering that those disabilities don’t stop existing whenever you’re not looking.
In case anyone is wondering why some things read “Last week” instead of “This week” it’s because it’s not always possible to get everything in on time and anything added after the post goes live might be missed.
Health: White, Thin, Hairless, Naked
(Content Note: Body Modification, Fat Phobia, Hair Removal, Beauty Expectations)
I am white, but not thin. I am far from hairless. Clearly, I do not conform to conventional USAian standards of attractiveness. Just as clearly, however, I do not conform to conventional USAian standards of visible health.
(Content Note: Genocide, Appropriation, Violence Against Children, Unwilling Body Transformation)
So I guess it makes sense that we’d go the next logical leap and just call Telmarine girls “Narnian” girls because, meh, born in Narnia and whatnot. After three hundred years of genocide and imperialism and conquest who still cares about labels, am I right?
I pointed to They Live as a movie everyone should see.
I wrote “Put The Candle Back! (A post about policy toward transgender students in a town I’d never heard of)” in response to hearing the good news about a certain school district and then hearing that they made a complete reversal in less than a week when bigots kicked up a fuss about treating transgender students with dignity and respect (content note: Transphobia). This would be after I made the late addition to the “Things you can do section” which is in this post as well because it was a late addition.
My sister wrote a post on facebook trying to use people’s hatred of gay people to get them to vote for marriage equality in our state in the coming election. I wrote a post in response to that explaining that, while her facts are accurate, I don’t agree with her approach or her methods (content note: Homophobia).
Finally, I want to find every newspaper in circulation in the US, or at least every English language one, that accepts electronic submissions. Every single one. There should be thousands and if there’s a way to locate them better than Wikipedia’s list of newspapers I haven’t found it yet. So if you know of a better way, please tell me.
The first post was called “I never thought it would happen. My friends have turned into complete JERKS! (The Ticket Master)“: I introduce the notion of problematic-yet-good art and discuss this episode as problematic from a feminist perspective and a getting-Rarity’s-character-right perspective.
Good gravy, girl! What’s wrong with you? (Applebuck Season): I discuss the technique of character collapse, in which we learn who a character is and what is important to them by watching mounting catastrophe strip away their every strength and trait one by one until nothing remains. But with ponies!
Deconstruction: Lies, Damn Lies, and Mansplaining
(Content Note: Rape Culture, Swearing)
We each have to set our own personal threat level because we are the ones whose lives that threat level most closely impacts. We are the ones who lose out X when we choose not to do Y, and we are the ones who have to decide whether Z is worth the risks that we, personally, perceive that it carries. You don’t get to make those choices for anyone but you.
Deconstruction: Oscar and Weather Girl
(Content Note: Body Policing, Fat Phobia)
This is your regularly scheduled reminder that women should be skinny and sexy at all times in order to be considered normal and non-aberrant. Women should also make sure they always are standing on their toes, and should additionally not expect to have names.
Buffy: A Picture of Abuse
(Content Note: Emotional Abuse, Misogynistic Language, Violence)
So let’s talk about Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And when I say Buffy the Vampire Slayer, specifically I mean Season 3, Episode 2, “Dead Man’s Party”, aka the most enraging episode of anything I have ever seen ever since I quit watching Everyone Loves Raymond.
In case you missed this/thing you can do
Stop District 131 from reversing their new transgender policy!
[The second petition is now closed.]
I have signed both. If someone knows of another, especially one more current, tell me and I’ll put it here. Until then I recommend getting the word out. The schoolboard stood up for the right thing, they have since backed down and transgender kids will continue to be hurt as a result. Someone needs to tell them to stand back up.
–Co-authored by the Slacktiverse Community
And so while the quotation lingered in my mind for days on end, I flashed back to too many arguments to number, or at least too many arguments to remember the number, and what seemed like a fundamental misunderstanding at the core of all of them.
There are people who want to believe. There are people who want desperately to believe. But there’s also a lot of people who want to know, and the idea of “I don’t want to believe; I want to know” being some sort of magic argument that could convince people to abandon theism (thinking on high school now) or even being something anti-theistic at all (which includes a much wider swath than just high school) seems to miss a fundamental point:
In fact, I think that desire for knowledge over belief can reinforce the very kinds of theism that those trotting out the quote as if it were an argument would most oppose. Specifically extreme science-opposed fundamentalism.
Consider this obviously intended to be funny comparison of “science” and “faith”:
Now there are a lot of things that we can point out as wrong or misleading about it. For example it supports the idea that one cannot have faith and science both. The symbols around the “ignore contradicting evidence” section of the faith flow chart include: a crescent for Islam, the religion of Ibn al-Haytham and various other figures critical to the development of the scientific method; a cross for Christianity, the religion of such notable figures as alchemist and Bible code fanatic Issac Newton who provided calculus and our basic understanding of the universe until Einstein brought us General Relativity; a Star of David representing Einstein’s Jewish identity, though (it should be noted)
not his faith which is difficult to pin down but definitely not Jewish. possibly not his faith which is difficult to pin down and doesn’t resemble the forms of Judaism I’m most familiar with but may well be Jewish. (See the comments for the source of the correction.)
But after spending that paragraph pointing out that the dichotomy presented is misleading at best and intentionally hurtful at worst, I’m going to be going with that dichotomy. I’ve pointed out one problem with it, and there are many more, but let’s overlook that because I want to focus on the people for whom that picture is largely accurate.
The fundamentalists trapped by their own efforts, urged on by those around them, in a bubble that keeps out or shoots down all contradicting evidence.
Put yourself in their shoes. Assume that they don’t want to believe, they want to know.
Point to the part on the science side where they reach the point of knowing instead of believing.
That’s a trick, of course. There is no such point. The flow chart never ends. Any theory can be overturned, any belief can be shattered on the rocks; all it takes is some conflicting evidence. Either you have to modify the theory to accommodate it, or you have to abandon the the theory. Either way, it turns out what you believed before was wrong. You didn’t know.
That’s part of what accepting science is. It’s accepting that nothing can be known for sure. That, for what it’s worth, happens to be true. But it also means that you never know, and if you’re honest with yourself you never get to say “I know”. Because in two minutes someone might stumble over a piece of evidence that disproves the theory you believed and send you back to square one.
Now point to the part in the “Faith” side where you get to say “I know”.
Pretty much any place you want will work. So long as you stay in the “Ignore conflicting evidence” bubble you get to keep the idea forever and never have to say that what you thought you knew was wrong.
If you want to know, rather than believe, the fundamentalist model seems more appealing. Preacher tells you, it’s settled, you know, and nothing can change that. Of course you could be wrong. But you never know that you’re wrong. Because you never allow for the possibility that you might be wrong. How could you be? You don’t believe, you know.
From that point of view the inherent instability of science could seem downright frightening. You never reach the point where you get to stop. There is no end. You never reach the point where you can say “I know this”, only the point where you can say “Given the available evidence, this theory fits best and has loads of support, but the possibility still exists that it could be overturned.”
Thus a desire to know seems to reinforce fundamentalists’ isolationism and fight against science. They want it to be simple. “They said it in church, it’s true, done.” We see this in people who say, “God said it, I believe it, that settles it”, or “I don’t believe Jesus is the savior, I know he is.” The desire to know, the desire for certainty, seems to push people to cling to things that don’t get changed, or don’t seem to get changed.
Consider this quote from Men In Black: “Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you’ll know tomorrow.”
It’s a picture of change. It’s a picture of not knowing. It’s revealing that the world is full of uncertainty.
Now compare that with someone who says that they’re the purveyor of a religious tradition that remains true to the words of someone who lived two thousand years ago. It doesn’t matter if it’s not true, because the picture presented is one of certainty and lack of change: this was true then and it is true now. You can know.
Of course, there is an instability in the whole fundamentalist side of things. That is that science marches on. As early as Plato, we see religion incorporating what was then the cutting edge of scientific knowledge. The trouble is that now, that very same stuff seems absurdly unscientific. So if you start a religion right now, accepting all of the scientific theories accepted right now, and then don’t change, eventually you’re going to be believing things that science left by the wayside because it never stops changing. It never stops improving.
And those improvements can sometimes break through the bubble, and when they do… disaster.
At this point I direct your attention to Fred Clark; some excerpts are here but read the whole thing:
From the sound of what your aunt described, that’s going to be the really tricky part for you, because she says you were always taught that everything must be accepted unconditionally — that it mustn’t be tested and that it all, every bit of it, must be held on to forever. All of it or none of it.
And, based on what I heard from your aunt, you were always told that the whole concoction was inseparable — an all-or-nothing, take-it-or-leave-it deal. Instead of being encouraged, or commanded, to test everything and hold on to the good, you were told that you must either hold on to everything or abandon it all. And you were told that these were your only possible choices.
The all-or-nothing bill of goods she sold you when you were younger really is evil. It invites a crisis of its own making. It batters a child with a series of cruel non-sequiturs: If the earth is more than 6,000 years old, it says, then Jesus doesn’t love you. If there weren’t dinosaurs in Noah’s flood, it says, then life is meaningless. If Isaiah was anything other than a carnival fortune-teller, whispering secrets to be decoded millennia later by the magic formula, then all hope is illusion.
This all-or-nothing mixture of sense and nonsense is a house built on sand. Eventually, it will be tested and it will fail the test. And it will fall with a great crash.
When one knows, then one doesn’t need to test. That’s what knowing is. And when one is trying to sell something as the Honest to God (emphasis on “God”) known truth, then one can’t let doubt seep in anywhere. Thus instead of “Test everything, hold on to the good”, which is a statement from (Christian) faith that I think is pretty well compatible with the scientific method, the seller teaches “Test nothing. You already know. I said so.”
This puts everything on the same level. Everything is known and thus untested. Everything has to be untested because doubt could undermine the whole game. “If my pastor was wrong about X, could he also be wrong about Y?” And if I’m right that a desire to know, a desire for certainty, plays a role in the embrace of fundamentalism, that’s the kind of question a fundamentalist doesn’t want to answer or ask.
And so the whole thing can come crashing down.
We know this because it has happened. There is evidence. But those within the bubble ignore conflicting evidence, so they don’t necessarily know this. They may have been taught the all or nothing approach to keep conflicting evidence of any kind out, but what should that worry them? They know all these things are true. They have certainty.
I think that’s the problem with those who use the “I don’t want to believe; I want to know” quote against religion. The fundamentalists are there beckoning, “We already know, come inside and you can know too,” where science offers only “We don’t know for certain, but we can offer increasingly close approximations of the truth.” If you want to know now, fundamentalist religion seems to have the better offer because they claim to know already, where as scientists are still working on it with no end in the flowchart. Certainly no end in sight.
I want to close by saying that while the (forgotten) recent usage of “I don’t want to believe; I want to know” was what got the phrase stuck in my head and eventually led to the post, it was not one of the seemingly endless times I’ve seen it used against religion. It was used appropriately and well, it just set off memories of it being used badly.
1) Start. Go to 2).
2) Get an idea. Go to 3).
3) Preform an experiment. Go to 4).
4) Does the evidence support the idea? Yes = Go to 5). No = Go to a).
5) Theory created. Go to 6)
6) Use theory to better understand the universe. Go to 7). (This box is surrounded in yellow border with yellow stars.)
7) Discover new evidence. Go to 8)
8) Can theory be modified to explain the new evidence. No = Go to b). Yes = Go to 9)
9) Improve theory. Go to 6).
a) Bad idea. Go to 2).
b) Revolution! Go to 2).
The second, labeled “Faith”, goes like this:
1) Start. Go to 2)
2) Get an idea. Go to 3)
3) Ignore contradicting evidence. Go to 4) (This box is surrounded by a red border and religious symbols.)
4) Keep idea forever. Go to 5).