Happiest of news

My wife gave birth to our first child, a beautiful baby girl, yesterday morning (January 26). Both mama and baby are doing splendidly, and papa is elated, overwhelmed, exhausted, and full of both love and purpose.

No name yet, and in keeping with my general blog policy about my close family, not many details to be shared publicly. But in due course, I will have a few things to say about this new arrival and her impact upon our lives. I am not, at nearly forty-two, the youngest of first-time fathers. But I am surely among the readiest, having awaited this for a very, very long time.

Very little blogging for the next couple of weeks. I will be heading back to teaching tomorrow. Paternal leave, such as it, is parsimonious at best, and I have students who do need me in the classroom. Most of the rest of my (no doubt many) waking hours will be spent with my wife and new daughter. I will moderate posts as I can, and ease back into blogging when the time is right.

Another hiatus comin’

I’m not traveling anywhere, but posting will be very light — and for extended periods, non-existent — for the next few weeks. I’ll try and moderate the comment threads as best I can, and will share various items of news in due course.

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Plus ça change… the more work remains to be done

Men’s Rights Activists are eager to make the case that divorce and family custody laws in Britain and the USA discriminate against men. The Guardian reports today otherwise:

Divorce makes men – and particularly fathers – significantly richer. When a father separates from the mother of his children, according to new research, his available income increases by around one third. Women, in contrast, suffer severe financial penalties. Regardless of whether she has children, the average woman’s income falls by more than a fifth and remains low for many years.

The research was carried out by Professor Stephen Jenkins, a director of the Institute for Social and Economic Research and chair of the Council of the International Association for Research on Income and Wealth.

His survey, Marital Splits and Income Changes over the Longer Term, is the first to track the changing wealth levels in Britain associated with a marriage breakdown.

The danger of wanting to be first: a reply to bmmg39, updated with lyrics

Below this January 14 post on experience and numbers, bmmg39 writes:

…my view is that, often, people with little or no experience in a certain thing — it CAN be sex but it could also mean romantic love, or kissing, or slow-dancing, or whatever — often seek others with the same low level or non-level of experience. Someone who’s never “soul-kissed” someone else might not feel comfortable with someone who’s done that with a hundred people already. That doesn’t mean the first person thinks that there’s something wrong with the second; it means that the first person would like to be remembered fondly as someone else’s first experience in that department — with all the wonderful awkwardness and nervousness that is said to come with it.

The bold emphasis is mine. What bmmg writes sounds innocent and sweet enough. But the problem is clear: when one of our chief longings is “to be remembered fondly”, to be “someone else’s first”, we’re placing our own desires ahead of our partner’s. We’re using sex as a way of leaving a mark on another person’s body or heart, hoping — as humans tend to hope — that we won’t be forgotten. There’s no question that most of us would like to leave an impression on other people; perhaps it’s the historian in me, but there are few worse fears I have, to be honest, than that I will be completely forgotten! But bmmg makes the mistake of assuming that “first” equals “most memorable.” Ask around. Legions of people, particularly women, would rather forget their first experience of heterosexual intercourse. There’s not infrequently a world of difference between, say, the first partner with whom you had intercourse and the first partner with whom you truly felt close and safe.

When my wife and I were planning our wedding, she was hardly unaware that this was to be my fourth marriage — and her first. (Indeed, I have been the first husband to four different women.) A friend of ours did ask her, on one occasion, if it bothered her that she was doing something for the first time that I had done several times before. My fiancee, sensible as ever, said, “No, because this is the first time he’s doing it with me.” She was focused, bless her, on the marriage we were building together. She didn’t deny the reality of what had come before, but she rightly saw no reason to believe that prior experience on my part would diminish the unique intensity of what we were creating as a team. She knew better than to see me as a three-time loser and a has-been. So when we talked about rings and dresses and bands and caterers, she was aware — on some level — that I had had all those conversations before. But she was also clear that passion is not automatically killed by repetition; she knew enough to know that past behavior isn’t always the best indicator of future action. Above all, she believed that most of the time, the axiom of “post hoc ergo propter hoc” holds true: my ability to be a great husband in my fourth marriage was in no small degree a consequence of all the mistakes I had made in the previous three. Some folks hit a home run on their first at bat. Others… need to be sent down to the minors a time or three.

When a good relationship grows and endures, it does so in its own memorable ways. There is very little, from a purely physically sexual standpoint, that my wife and I could possibly do together that we haven’t each separately done with other people in the past. But that has damn all to do with the memories we create together and the marks we leave on each other. For heaven’s sakes, when I kiss my wife, I’m not comparing her tongue to that of umpteen other women; I’m fairly certain that she isn’t comparing my touch to that of her previous lovers! The tapes of what was are stored away. Why on earth would it matter that I’m not the first to make the woman I love call on the name of God in a moment of pleasure? It would only matter if I allowed my ego to trump my love, if the need to be the first was more important than the need to be the now. Continue reading

Friday Random Ten: celebrating 44 with extra-randomness edition

Quite simply, the randomest random ten ever. #3 makes me think of my senior year of high school, and about my gently aging classmates. That song came out when I was 17, and it means far more to me now at 41. #7 and #10 are much loved, and I make no apologies for #4 and #8. The bonus track has been in my head this week, and it’s a lovely bit about the aftermath of Katrina from a very fine outfit.

1. “Living Room”, Tegan and Sara
2. “Shout at the Devil”, Motley Crue
3. “No Surrender”, Bruce Springsteen
4. “You’re Having My Baby”, Paul Anka
5. “Follow the Lights”, Ryan Adams
6. “Keys to the Kingdom”, Abigail Washburn
7. “Ripple”, Grateful Dead
8. “Ich Bin Nicht Ich”, Tokio Hotel
9. “How Many Miles”, The Waifs
10. “Dead Flowers”, Rolling Stones

Bonus Track: “God-Forsaken Town”, Reckless Kelly

Top Ten Films of 2008

There are still a few important and celebrated films I need to see, such as “Dark Knight”, “Frozen River”, and “Vicky Christina Barcelona”. But I’m ready to offer a top ten, as I usually do on the day the Oscar nominees are announced.

1. “The Wrestler”
2. “Milk”
3. “Rachel Getting Married”
4. “The Reader”
5. “Slumdog Millionaire”
6. “Last Chance Harvey”
7. “Frost/Nixon”
8. “Wall-E” “Gran Torino”
9. “Doubt”
10. “W.”

I didn’t think that this was as strong a year as recent ones; no one film swept me away, though I did think that “The Wrestler” came the closest.

My best actor: Mickey Rourke
My best actress: Kate Winslet or Anne Hathaway, but Winslet only for her wonderful work in “The Reader”, and not in the lamentable “Revolutionary Road.”
My best supporting actor: JamesJosh Brolin or Bill Irwin (not nominated by the Academy, but marvelous in “Rachel.”)
My best supporting actress: Emma Thompson (not nominated for a great performance in “Harvey”) or Marisa Tomei or Rosemarie Dewitt (for “Rachel”)

And give Benjamin Button the technical awards it deserves and send it away.

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Peer mentoring, young Armenian feminists, and mapping a route out

About 15% of our students at Pasadena City College are of Armenian descent; Pasadena is part of the axis of the great Armenian Diaspora centered in nearby Glendale. Indeed, one of the periodic and cheerful debates we have ’round here is whether to classify Armenians as “white” or something else. My favorite form is one used at Glendale Adventist Hospital: there is one box to check marked “Caucasian” and another box marked “Armenian”. Some folks desperately, desperately need a lesson in basic geography! (If we’re going to start naming ethnic groups after mountain ranges, can I please be a mix of “Alpine”, “Pennine”, and “Sierran”?)

In any case, my women’s history course always seems to attract a disproportionate percentage of Armenians; on average, 20-25% of the women who enroll. And I’ve become familiar, after sixteen years of teaching here, with the particular brand of chauvinism that is so much a part of this otherwise marvelous culture. When it comes to the strictures of the modern double bind, no group seems seems as burdened as young Armenian-American women. Based on what I’ve learned from hundreds of students over the years, the pressure is uniquely overwhelming. On the one hand, most of my Armenian students are expected to study hard and do well in school and pursue the traditional careers of the first-generation upwardly mobile: medicine, law, engineering, business. (Gender studies is discouraged as a major.) On the other hand, there is a tremendous encouragement towards early marriage as well: no ethnic or religious group whom I have ever taught has as high a percentage of nineteen and twenty year olds with engagement rings on their fingers. (And yes, I’ve taught passels of Mormons, and anecdotally, they are less marriage-focused than first-gen Armenians).

Young Armenian women are generally expected to be beautiful (most wear make-up to school), to be feminine, and, it goes almost without saying, to be virginal until marriage (or at least, until engagement.) All dating is to be endogamous at the risk of rejection, ridicule, and rage. And even the best and the brightest young women are regularly told by their parents — I hear this story every semester without fail — that they can “forget” about going to university far away. The cultural rules require young women to live at home; USC and UCLA are filled with Armenians who would have loved the chance to go to Berkeley or Duke or NYU but who have been told in no uncertain terms that moving away is “not what a nice girl does.”

Some of my readers may be annoyed at this point. Is this another in my continuing series of posts that argue for the middle-class WASP virtues of self-discovery and autonomy at the expense of tradition and family? Is this another cluelessly elitist paean to the glories of daring to disappoint one’s parents? Maybe. But it’s based mostly not on what I think, but on the veritable catalogue of anguish and frustration and ambivalence I have heard from legions and legions of young Armenian-American women. And a few years ago, I got an idea about a sensible and culturally sensitive way to approach the problem. Continue reading

Thursday Short Poem: Bass’ “The Human Line”

As someone who cut and burned himself for many years, from adolescence until I was in my early thirties, I wince when folks forget that self-mutilation isn’t solely a female phenomenon — though the vast majority of “cutters” are indeed women. Ellen Bass offers this powerful poem on the subject; I nodded in recognition at the description of the why as well as the how of self-injury. When I would hurt myself, I was often filled with intense bursts of pride — and indeed, that pride mystified my loved ones.

MIKE

I was sitting behind her in homeroom
when she swung around
and slid her plaid skirt up, exposing
the thin fresh letters of her boyfriend’s name.

It was winter, but her legs were bare,
her skin pallid, hairless
the blue veins wandering.

I shrank from the angular scratches,
a little blood still seeping. Of course
I recognize her everywhere now –
all the women who cannot rest

until they take a penknife or a razor
to their own flesh. And then
it’s over, pain releasing pain
relief spreading through the lavish

synapses of the brain, rippling
over the body like pleasure.
But nothing of her urgent markings
occurred to me as need.

Face-to-face with the spiky strokes –
such simple, straight lines and sharp points,
and not a curve among them — I was illiterate
mystified by her pride,

how she carved into her flesh
as though her body were a tree
and would bear through the years
the primitive scars of desire.

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Helping him become what he pledged not to be: another perspective on the problem of infidelity

As we get back to post-inauguration blogging, I’m turning to an email I got from a woman last week. “Tara” wrote another in the series of missives from young (21) year-old women contemplating a relationship with an older (36) man. The trick on this one is Tara is interested in a married fellow, one who claims, as so many do, to be in a less than fulfilling marriage. Tara asked me a couple of other questions, but finished with this one:

…do you think that the decision to cheat lies within the hands of the involved person, or does it share a weight equally with the “other woman”? am i bound by ethics and decency to his wife, even if he is the one who makes that decision (as to whether a sexual or emotional affair happens.)

The simple answer is that cheating is cheating, and that anyone who knowingly enters into a relationship with someone who is pledged to another through marriage or another sort of monogamous arrangement gets a full and equal share of the blame. That’s perhaps the response of our age, though a history of adultery and its prohibitions reveals that that has not always been a universally held position. In different times and places, only the married cheater has been blamed, or only the woman. And some folks like to parse out differences between what is “adultery” and what is “infidelity”, even though most of us use the former to refer to the extra-marital subset of the latter. But while the history of Western law and religion makes clear that our sense of what kinds of extra-marital or pre-marital sex are wrong is a moving target, the modern received consensus is that having sex with someone who is pledged to another is bad.

For many of us, the real offense of infidelity (I use the term broadly, to encompass emotional as well as sexual affairs) lies in betrayal. The very word means to “break faith”. To be cheated on is painful enough, but to be lied to is, in a very real sense, worse. While most cheaters cover up their behavior through active lies or lies of omission, the real deceit lies in the betrayal of the original promise to be monogamous. Whether as part of a marriage ceremony or simply an informal agreement to “not see other people right now”, most (not all) relationships make their way towards some sort of mutual pledge of fidelity. To cheat is to break that pledge unilaterally. And once we’ve cheated, we’ve in a very real sense called into question every other aspect of the relationship; our pledges of fidelity aren’t just about what we promise not to do with our hearts and bodies, they are pledges about the effort we intend to put into this particular bond.

When I was going through the Twelve Steps with a strict sponsor many years ago, the subject of my many infidelities in my first marriage came up. I offered to Jack my “reasons” for cheating on my first wife. He snorted at all of them, and explained what I have come to see as the modern way of understanding the problem of infidelity. “Hugo, it doesn’t matter what your reasons were. You need to understand, when you cheat on your wife, you’re not just betraying her, or any God you happen to believe in. The greatest problem with cheating is that it turns you into a liar; on a soul level, every time you sleep with another woman behind your wife’s back, you know you’re breaking a promise you made. No one can break his own promise and be happy.” I was in a pedantic mood, and snapped back that that sounded less modern than Aristotlelian, to which Jack — who wouldn’t have known Aristotle from Adam –replied that it didn’t matter what it sounded like, it was simply true. And of course, Aristotle was right, and Jack was right. One of the great tragedies of infidelity lies not in what it does to others but what it teaches us about ourselves — that we are fundamentally untrustworthy. And it is hard to be happy while living with the dissonance between one’s language and one’s life. Continue reading

Inaugural thoughts

Non-inaugural posting will return tomorrow. Some thoughts in this, the last post of the George W. Bush Administration:

It’s easy for those who cultivate ironic detachment as if it were a virtue rather than a defect to make fun of the outpouring of excitement and emotion on this most unusual Inauguration Day. Right-wing websites, trying to remain vaguely patriotic while expressing their continued dismay at the election results, are having a good time lampooning some of the excessive outbursts of the global army of Obamophiles. And the wise are doing their best to dampen expectations for sudden improvements on any front other than the public relations one. I am neither particularly wise nor particularly cynical, but even I have found myself rolling my eyes at some of what I’m reading on Facebook, for example, posted by my friends. I worry about the old truism that the more intense the crush, the deeper the coming disillusionment.

At the same time, I can’t deny that this is a different sort of man taking the helm. Different in his life narrative, different in his color, different in his politics. And different, too, in what he inspires. Nothing about Obama pleases me more than his insistence that any excitement he generates in his fans needs to be transformed into action. Sarah Palin’s meanspirited jabs at his work as a community organizer failed to wound for many reasons, perhaps chiefly because we are shifting back into an era where public service is seen as noble once again. Obama never ran a company, was not a CEO, was not much of a practicing corporate lawyer. He’s been a teacher and an organizer and a politician, a professional problem solver and inspirer. And those are good things; his predecessor’s executive experience as governor of Texas did not translate into either competence or compassion…

To the extent that young people — particularly young people from historically disenfranchised groups — grasp a whole new set of possibilities for their own lives as a result of his inauguration, then Barack Obama serves as an immensely powerful symbol. To have the most famous black man in America be something other than an athlete or an entertainer or a murdered saint is enormously important, as many have pointed out…

If there’s one aspect of Obama’s story that makes me particularly hopeful, it’s his experience growing up in Indonesia. One of the formative events of my young life came in 1972, when my family moved to Austria for nine months. My father was on a sabbatical, and my parents were hoping to save their troubled marriage; they decided that a change of scenery and a return to the city of his birth might help. It didn’t save the marriage, but it did help me. I spent a long time in a Viennese kindergarten, barely able to communicate with my classmates, feeling the pain and confusion of being an outsider. At the same time, I got to see and feel a different way of living. I was not a tourist, but a resident of another place. That time in Austria had a huge impact upon me. Obama lived for years as a child in Indonesia, not in a sheltered American compound but in and among the people of a very different culture. As a result, one can hope that his sense of American exceptionalism will be tempered by something missing from most who have held the office he takes today: a real knowledge of how people live, and how people think, in very different places…

It is an exciting day.

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