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Hogwash 101

April 19, 2017

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Hogwash 101

American academia markets itself as progressive if not downright radical. For example, here’s a self-description by an assistant professor of Critical Identity Studies at Beloit College:

She intervenes in popular visual media like reality television to interrogate how time moves and for whom to catalog desire and identification as taxonomy and type. Her preferred gender pronouns are she/her.

Since the downfall of the Gestapo, nobody has treasured the verb “interrogate” as much as postmodern academics.

The Hitlerian vocabulary of Studies professors suggests that although we hear so much about the dangers of the “alt-right,” we ought to learn more about the “ctrl-left.”

The counterpart to all this policing of others’ expressions for the crime of offending one’s amour propre is self-obsession. The deadpan Twitter account New Real Peer Review passes on screenshots of actual published academic articles. A particularly comic genre is “autoethnography,” in which “researchers” tell their readers (if any) how they feel about things, such as:

A FemmeNist ManiPedifesto

Kari Lerum

This is an autoethnography about the role of nail salons in relation to my own evolving feminist and femme consciousness. Through a story of desire, grief, isolation, and recuperation, I explore the ways that the development of my sexual and gender identities relies on women’s intimacy within and across lines of commodification, race, class, and sexuality. In so doing, I attempt to reconcile my desire for high femme signifiers with working-class, anti-racist, and anti-colonialist solidarity, to articulate what I term a FemmeNist consciousness.

I think this means she’s a lesbian but she likes getting her nails done at salons staffed by poor Vietnamese ladies.

“In truth, higher-education institutions are less often engines of social change than they are preservers of class privilege.”

And yet, aren’t colleges just about the most antiquarian institutions in our culture? Perhaps their strenuous leftism is actually a facade to mask the desire of faculty, administrators, and students to extend their time-honored privileges?

If we weren’t so often lectured on how universities represent progress, diversity, and the future, you might almost imagine they tend to be islands of stasis, conformity, and the past. And, contrary to all the rhetoric about the horribleness of the American past, humans rather enjoy tradition. Thus, parents will pay a quarter of a million dollars so their children can enjoy four years on a campus built to look like Downton Abbey.

Ironically, during this era of hate and violence on America’s campuses, they have never been more opulently landscaped nor more luxuriously outfitted with amenities. A distant relative of mine is in the business of equipping college campuses with elaborate swimming-pool complexes. She visits the most expensive hotels in the world, and then replicates their facilities at state flagship universities.

Despite her best efforts to make old State U. look like a Dubai resort, student activists on her campus denounce the microaggressions they claim to endure and complain that the paradisiacal campus isn’t a safe space.

Yet few seem to be in any hurry to leave. The most strident vitriol spewed about the horrors of their campus climate comes from those most passionate about obtaining a paid sinecure at the university as a diversity commissar.

Competition is fierce among student activists to become a professional diversicrat and thus never have to exit. Early this year at Berkeley, for example, one social justice jihadi (who demanded to be known by the pronoun “they”) stabbed a female gender-studies major who had outhustled him for media attention at a rally he had organized against sexual violence.

I have to admit They has a point about not wanting to have to leave. Universities are at the still point of a turning world. When I was a child in the 1960s, the two most famous colleges were Harvard and Yale. They were the Pan Am and TWA, the Kodak and Polaroid, the Woolworth and Montgomery Ward of education.

Today, while so many once-flourishing companies have gone the way of Nineveh and Tyre, Harvard and Yale are still the Harvard and Yale of colleges.

Indeed, they’ve been that for a remarkably long time for American institutions: Yale dates to 1701 and Harvard to 1636.

The other two most famous universities in the world today are likely Cambridge, which was founded in 1201, and Oxford, whose origins are lost in the mists of time (a date of 1096 is sometimes suggested).

Up through the 1920s, Americans started up a huge number of private colleges. But after the Depression and WWII, the opportunity to reach the top tier shrunk dramatically. American Jews, for instance, built themselves many hospitals and country clubs but only a handful of their own colleges (such as Brandeis), preferring instead to win admission to the hallowed halls of the Ivy League.

It appears close to impossible anymore to build a prestigious college from scratch the way that, say, JetBlue has grown to be the sixth-biggest airline since its first flight in 2000. The youngest university on the U.S. News & World Report’s top 50 national-universities list is UC Irvine, which is 52 years old.

You might think that small liberal-arts colleges would be easier to start up, but No. 1 on the USNWR list is Williams College from the 18th century, while No. 4 Middlebury dates from 1800. The names of the most prestigious liberal-arts colleges haven’t changed much since the days when fraternity boys wore raccoon coats and drove Stutz Bearcats.

Americans like their colleges old. And so do the upwardly striving millions of Asia, who flock to the most famous old American universities.

In truth, higher-education institutions are less often engines of social change than they are preservers of class privilege. They are country clubs with textbooks.

That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Country clubs tend to be beautiful places for weddings and proms. Moreover, their members tend not to lecture us on how they are on the cutting edge of the war on privilege, although the same can’t be said of the denizens of academia.

Today, American country clubs are usually associated with golf, but the earliest ones, such as The Country Club, which was founded outside Boston in 1882, preceded the golf craze of the end of the 19th century. They were created to provide affluent American commoners with a slightly more affordable version of what English aristocrats enjoyed: a country estate with idyllic Jane Austen-style grounds. The country club’s most important social function was to provide a romantic place to stroll for young persons of suitably matched backgrounds.

Similarly, parents invest huge amounts of money (the list price for four years at Middlebury is $265,328) to allow their scions to enjoy an interlude away from the ever-changing real world.

In the spring of 1914, the eventual global dominance of Anglo-American education did not seem inevitable. Continental universities were highly prestigious then. The oldest was Bologna in Italy, founded in 1088. The most famous might have been the Sorbonne, the University of Paris, in the Latin Quarter. The most academically distinguished were likely German schools such as Gottingen and Heidelberg.

What happened to the great colleges of the Continent?


By 1945, the traditional elites who had built the great universities of Germany, Italy, and France were humiliated. In the postwar leftist reaction, higher education was democratized. Admissions standards were lowered and class sizes inflated.

The famous dueling fraternities of central Europe that had been featured in so many operettas, such as The Student Prince, were seen as anachronisms. Continental higher education became depressingly common, and the rest of the world lost interest in it.

In contrast, the Anglo-Americans won the Big One. So now we have $250 million movies about casting spells at Hogwarts instead of about drinking beer at Heidelberg.

Expensive education is inevitably for the privileged. Although we hear much about the horrors of privilege, liberal young adults seem to love their schools.

One bizarre example among many who hate Donald Trump is their obsession with Harry Potter’s Hogwarts School. (An Ivy League study found last year that readers of the Harry Potter books tended to dislike Trump more than otherwise similar people who hadn’t read them.)

Blogger Spotted Toad notes:

‘Harry Potter’ is a funny fantasy for liberals to cohere around. Going off to a centuries-old boarding school where your mum and dad were Head Boy and Head Girl, where tolerance and broadmindedness consists of admitting that lower-class Muggles can occasionally have the same genetically-mediated gifts as the gentry…where ignorance of the supernatural is a form of willful self-delusion, a pathetic blindness to the real forces that move the world, where all the kids eat Merry Olde England foods like Roast Beef and Kidney Pie and Yorkshire Pudding all the time, all sounds more reactionary than progressive.

He goes on to point out:

But if contemporary liberalism is the ideology of imperial academia, funneled through media and non-profits and governmental agencies but responsible ultimately only to itself, the obsession with ‘Harry Potter’ makes a lot more sense.

Today’s youth claim to be democratic, progressive, and egalitarian, but they want their institutions to be more like Hogwarts: paternalistic, protective, and medieval-minded.

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