Ugly Juice Discovers Pod People at Nerd Camp
Uh oh, Ugly Juice. I know what you're thinking.
What? I haven't even started typing yet.
You want to go on a tirade about how those stupid MBA students ruined Nerd Camp.
I...
You want to defile your reputation as a happy-go-lucky student/crafter who is just making her way in this little world, by revealing that you are actually a bitter liberal elitist with no patience for those who are unable to deconstruct the finer points of Plato and Rousseau. Don't do it, Juice. Remember what Elissa told you about employers finding your blog and discovering all your indiscreet rantings? Remember how you took off all of the posts about Snipey and The Princesses for that very reason? Remember the fine era of self-censorship? Remember how, on the whole, you still really love people and believe that they are all fundamentally good?
Oh, Blogger. You don't understand. I would never stoop to calling a whole group of people "feeble-minded" or "conformist." No! In fact, I wouldn't have said anything at all but for my concern that maybe those people weren't even humans at all, but mere pods sent here to convince us that our values were all misaligned.
You mean, you think you may have infiltrated a group of The Pod People?
I suspect that I may have.
That's amazing, Juice! What is their plan? Are they going to attack?
Their plan is to take us over, Blogger. They have already infiltrated some of the largest and most influential companies in America. I'm concerned, of course, because The Pod People are supposedly (and frighteningly) America's leaders. They are managing major companies that employ thousands of people. They are making decisions about production, marketing, and distribution that have global implications. We need to count on them to make ethical decisions in the corporate world both for their company, the national and global economy, and the well-being of their employees. We need to count on them to support equal pay and opportunity for women in the workforce, to understand and value diversity, to provide decent pay and benefits to their lowest level workers and to make informative decisions that may influence public policy. But as far as I see it, they're not looking much further than their next SUV. In fact, I wouldn't judge them so harshly except for my concern that they are supposed to be leaders.
You're jealous that they didn't invite you to join their discussion about the evolution of cul-de-sacs in the modern suburban era?
*sniff*
Your self-esteem was affected because YOU didn't get promoted seven times in nine years so you can't tell everybody about it every chance you get and therefore people never got a chance to find out how cool you really are?
*sniff*
You took it personally because whenever you talked, your words bounced off their thick noggins and then they rephrased your words into something that you didn't even say and no matter how many times you clarified your position, they refused to listen and they scoffed when you suggested that Alexis de Toqueville would be snarkily pleased to see that his predictions about America had come true and they took it all personally and ridiculed you when you agreed with de Tocqueville that America is full of conformists and suggested that such conformity yields apathy and ignorance creating a pervasive problem that is leading to societal rot and they didn't understand your disgust and yet strange relief to discover that some of them didn't even vote?
It was as though they thought my comments were a direct attack on their way of life.
They also didn't seem to be particularly receptive to the Wal-Mart comments.
Yeah, probably not the forum for that.
And they seemed shocked that Machiavelli's amoral approach to leadership "repulsed" you.
Yeah, what was THAT all about?
You have to admit, though, that it did amuse you when after you made one single comment about a rally you had attended, you became labeled "The Crazy Liberal Protester" and they began asking things like, "So, have you ever been arrested at a protest?" even though you didn't even suggest that you attended such things on a regular basis.
They were very adept at slapping labels on people.
Well, I'm proud of you. You've shown significant restraint and haven't gone and embarrassed yourself by resorting to ad hominem attacks or anything like that. What do you really think the whole thing was all about? Why were you so disgusted by these people?
What it came down to, I realized eventually, is that their values were all out of whack. They didn't talk about hobbies (unless it was golfing with other executives or something) or family (unless they were complaining about spouses or familial duties), or personal aspirations (aside from getting more promotions at work). Their life was their career, and they seemed to lead no kind of normal existence separate from that. And if they weren't talking about how many people work under them, or what suburb they live in, or how long their commute is, they were checking their Blackberries or just talking about TV shows or other mindless jabber.
I told you you were being an elitist.
Well? Would you want to sit around and listen to that for a whole week?
Nah, I guess not. Let's stop talking in generalities. How about a few quotes, shall we?
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(On Ari, a classmate who is from India, and has been in the US for 11 years. He first came here to go to school, is working in IT, and is a legal permanent resident. He mentions that he is disillusioned with the current government and is unsure about whether he wants to apply for citizenship in this country. )
So...let me get this straight. You came here, benefit from education in our country, and now we're not good enough for you? I find this really offensive that we can be good enough for you to take what you need and reap all the rewards, but then we're not good enough for you to become a citizen.
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(On Islamic Terrorists)
Seriously, what are they so mad about?
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(On Racial Profiling)
Some stereotypes are just true, so why should we ignore them for the sake of being PC?
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(On finding checklist in pocket of dress shirt)
Oh, look. Here's a list from a recent presentation I gave with my boss. I think I'll go post it on the board. That way I can remember that I did something important once.
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(On how Plato's allegory of the cave relates to a classmate's failure to read up on the Patriot Act.)
We can choose to remain ignorant of things and therefore happy. Like the Patriot Act. Sure, I know it's there, and I can figure out what it says, but like the prisoners left behind in the cave, it's an acceptable choice for me to remain ignorant and trust that other people are dealing with it. If other people have the knowledge, that's good enough--I'll come out of the cave when I'm ready.
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(On why terrorists attacked the WTC)(*my favorite!*)
They just wanted to be included in our Western society.
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All right, Blogger's gone, so now it's just me, Ugly Juice, talking. A fundamental problem with the whole situation was that the MBA students were simply not listening. They couldn't figure out what everyone was talking about and therefore they were unable to have cohesive discussion. The failure to listen was the worst part, because while I am happy to speak up with an underrepresented viewpoint, when they're not listening anyway, (or worse, misconstruing what you say), what is the point of speaking up at all?
Okay, let's get to what I learned from the program, and this is actually the whole point of this entry. I want to talk about how the introverts of the world have it all figured out.
I typically think of the introvert/extrovert distinction as shy v. outgoing. But that's not really what it is. An extrovert gets her energy from others, and an introvert gets her energy from within. I am, as you all know, clearly an extrovert. I seek out and hang around with people that energize me and make me smile. That's just an intuitive thing, like a survival instinct. This need to be around energizing people was exposed to me during my personal demise this week, and it was something I had never given much thought to before. I was miserable around these people. There was no energy coming from them. Could I just retreat to some corner and read a book? I do enjoy my alone time, but that's how I relax, not how I reenergize. Without any peeps (and no cell phone service), I became more and more negative and sad. I almost did not know who I was. I got bummed out by stupid things. I checked my email 50 times a day. My disappointment in my classmates grew deeper and was unmitigated by any positive influence whatsoever (though I liked my roommate, a fellow law student, she had a philosophy degree and was perhaps even more dismayed by the situation than I was...she was too bummed out to be a useful energy source). By the time the last session rolled around, it was all I could do to internalize my disgust. I literally felt ill. It was amazing, really, and kind of sad. I said earlier in the week that I wanted to be an introvert. Man, those guys have us snowed! They don't need anything! Lucky! I don't want to need people. What a humbling realization, really.
Well, kind of a long, rambling, and slightly negative post. If you read it all, you are a true pal, and if you mention it next time when I see you I'll buy you a cup of coffee or something.




11 Comments:
i for one loved reading this...... it may be a slightly negative rant... but in the long run, i feel more fortunate to almost never be around the polo wearing set.. i know they're out there... many many of them... but i'm in my 99% liberal bubble full of many inspiring peeps.. it's a good reality check, hu? we got it pretty good here.
LA, you asked if they seemed truly happy. That is such a slippery concept, and who am I to say? I think (like the people in Plato's cave!) we can become happy with what we have.
In fact, there was one point in the discussion (we were talking about some of Drucker's ideas and the growth of "knowledge workers") when it was suggested that today's executives may be the next exploited class--they are generally putting in lots of extra hours and are outside the labor laws protecting overtime work, and when they leave work for the day, they can't leave it behind--they are tied to their blackberries, and situations at work invade their dreams at night. It only supports the point that these executives seem to spend every minute talking or thinking about their jobs, and using it as a measure of their success. Now, is this true? When the point was raised in class, one classmate raised his hand to say that it was a preposterous idea, and that he was pretty happy, he enjoyed his job (after all he had 7 promotions in 9 years) and if indeed he was the exploited class, well, bring it on. (Of course, my immediate response is: Oh, that's so sad! You're so exploited you don't even know you're being exploited!)
So, who am I to judge? And also, I cluster around like-minded people just as much as they cluster around like-minded people. Am I any better? (A significant difference, of course, is that as we all know, my peeps are cooler than theirs).
If I were to judge, though, I would say if they are truly happy, it is sad. Their values are, as you so eloquently put it, "whack-a-doodle." Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman comes to mind. Work to live, do not live to work (unless you have a seriously cool job, are truly making a difference in this world, positively affecting public policy, etc.) Who are you if the only thing you identify yourself by is your career in some skanky corporation? This reminds me of a novella I wrote in college (now on file in the Univ. of MN honors theses library) about a woman who was so obsessed with her job that she turned into a corporation. It was creepy. Maybe I should revisit that story.
Well, I talked to my mom on the phone for a long time today, and told her about the whole vomit-inducing experience. She said, "it sounds like you actually learned a lot." And in a way, she is right.
By the way, LA, as you know, your husband has been here for the last few days. I sure wish you would have that baby so I wouldn't have to sit here drinking red wine alone while those guys work on their geeky stuff.
According to the Gallup poll, the number of people in the US who believe the planet Earth was created by God 10,000 years ago or less hasn't dropped below 44% since 1982 when they began giving the poll.
That always puts things into perspective for me
"I sure wish you would have that baby so I wouldn't have to sit here drinking red wine alone while those guys work on their geeky stuff."
I miss LA's boozin' too. She was always good to go head to head with me on a bottle or two or..more.
Awwww...shucks, guys! I miss chilln' a with fat glass at the P-pad with you guys…especially in that basement...with the home theater…comfy sofa…surround sound...drooool.….
I understand the conflict of ideas. I share your viewpoints but am frequently surrounded by those who are not quite so liberal. I realized the other day that if Matt and I had gone on eharmony (just went to a wedding that was thanks to eharmony) we NEVER would've been matched. He voted for Bush (we had a rough couple of days around the election) and he's Catholic. But it does make me seriously consider the other viewpoint more often, which is perhaps good. I read an Anna Quindlen essay the other day and she decided that what eventually makes people like other people is personality, not viewpoints. She talked about how people just liked Bill Clinton even after the philandering and lying. How do Mindy and Angela get along? How do Matt and I stay happily married when he voted for the environment-wrecker? In the end, people just like eachother. Personality matters. It sounds to me like the bragging of these MBA types would've made it impossible for anyone to like them. Sheesh.
I would have a serious problem befriending a social conservative no matter how terrific their personality.
That's pretty harsh.
I have heard that those "social conservatives" smell bad and eat their young. I attempt to steer clear. When confronted by them I just remember to smile and nod when they talk all the while slowly making steps away from them.
f'in okies.......
Harsh? I didn't say that I wouldn't go noodling or whatever. I meant befriend with a capital friend.
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