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“Conservative Values” at Princeton

By now, most people have read about Samuel Alito’s membership in the racist, sexist Concerned Alumni of Princeton group. While his membership is notable — what kind of decent person remains in such a heinous organization, even if they weren’t particularly active? — what I think is more interesting is the conservative reaction to his membership.

In an interview, [Laura] Ingraham said liberal groups were making too much of Judge Alito’s membership. “Stop the presses!” she said. “Sam Alito, a conservative, was once a member of a conservative Princeton alumni group.”

Mr. D’Souza said supporters of Concerned Alumni were motivated by a fear that “traditional values” at Princeton had come under attack, but their specific concerns varied from academic standards to the athletic program. Judge Alito’s support for the group “might tell you something,” he said, “but it is hard to know what.”

So what are the “conservative” and “traditional” values that Concerned Alumni sought to uphold?

The group had been founded in 1972, the year that Judge Alito graduated, by alumni upset that Princeton had recently begun admitting women. It published a magazine, Prospect, which persistently accused the administration of taking a permissive approach to student life, of promoting birth control and paying for abortions, and of diluting the explicitly Christian character of the school.

As Princeton admitted a growing number of minority students, Concerned Alumni charged repeatedly that the administration was lowering admission standards, undermining the university’s distinctive traditions and admitting too few children of alumni. “Currently alumni children comprise 14 percent of each entering class, compared with an 11 percent quota for blacks and Hispanics,” the group wrote in a 1985 fund-raising letter sent to all Princeton graduates.

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A pamphlet for parents suggested that “racial tensions” and loose oversight of campus social life were contributing to a spike in campus crime. A brochure for Princeton alumni warned, “The unannounced goal of the administration, now achieved, of a student population of approximately 40 percent women and minorities will largely vitiate the alumni body of the future.”

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When the administration proposed a new system of residential colleges with their own dining halls, Prospect denounced the idea as a potential threat to the system of eating clubs. The magazine charged that, like affirmative action, the plan was “intended to create racial harmony.”

Prospect portrayed the proposal as an effort to end the de facto segregation of the campus in which black students were concentrated in one dormitory and mostly did not belong to the clubs. “Doubtless, there will be many who regard this as mere stalling, and prejudice by another name,” an unsigned 1982 editorial argued in defense of the magazine’s position. “If realistic approaches to problems must be called dirty names because we do not like them, well, there is no remedy for it.”

Glad to see that at least some conservatives will look at racism, sexism and bigotry and call them out for what they are: “traditional conservative values.”

Well I Won’t Be Sleeping Tonight

Bedbugs taking over New York City? WHAT?!

Bedbugs are back and spreading through New York City like a swarm of locusts on a lush field of wheat.

Infestations have been reported sporadically across the United States over the past few years. But in New York, bedbugs have gained a foothold all across the city.

“It’s becoming an epidemic,” said Jeffrey Eisenberg, the owner of Pest Away Exterminating, an Upper West Side business that receives about 125 bedbug calls a week, compared with just a handful five years ago. “People are being tortured, and so am I. I spend half my day talking to hysterical people about bedbugs.”

Last year the city logged 377 bedbug violations, up from just 2 in 2002 and 16 in 2003. Since July, there have been 449. “Its definitely a fast-emerging problem,” said Carol Abrams, spokeswoman for the city housing agency.

Ugh.

“People come in here and cry on my shoulder,” said Andy Linares, the owner of Bug Off Pest Control, in a Washington Heights storefront. “They feel ashamed, even traumatized, to have these invisible vampires living in their home. Rats, even V.D., is more socially acceptable than bedbugs.”

Ok. That’s funny.

In interviews with more than a dozen bedbug sufferers, only a handful would speak on the record, saying they feared the condemning glares of neighbors or the shunning of co-workers. A bedbug infestation, many say, puts an added strain on relationships, all but ruling out staying the night.

Like many “bedbug victims,” as some call themselves, Josie Torielli has become consumed with the biology of bedbugs since she discovered them in her home last year. She blamed mosquitoes for the ruddy blotches on her body until she turned on the lights one night and found a few of the fiends crawling across her sheets.

She thought she had them conquered, but last week, after nine months of peace, Ms. Torielli discovered the telltale red spots on her sheets, the result of blood-engorged bugs crushed during the night.

“I’ve become obsessed,” said Ms. Torielli, 33, a social work student who lives in Hell’s Kitchen, in Manhattan. “I switched to white sheets so I can see them better, and I’ve set up a bedbug jail in a Tupperware container that I put on the windowsill to torture them with daylight. It’s all-out war.”

Say a little prayer for me, folks.

Better(ish)

I’m feeling better. Sort of. If I’m active enough to require walking and/or standing for a length of time, I get tired and have to lay down, but the fever is gone and the pain is gone. Mostly. When I went out looking for a winter coat for Ethan this Wednesday, merely walking through the mall put me down for the night. I suppose my body is telling me to slow down and take it easy, but I want to move! This is my vacation!

A friend is coming into town tonight and is forcing me to endure the most physical activity that I’ve had since Wednesday, so we’ll see how I do. She is rather high energy, so I might have to sit back and observe.

Thank you to everyone who sent advice and well wishes. Today’s Feel Better Regimen includes decaf green tea, Japanese food, and the company of friends.

Tor-Knit-O plus Politicians

If you haven’t caught it in the news lately, Indiana has been having some severe, unseasonal tornadoes. When one tore through Southern Indiana earlier this month, razing several tiny towns in the south, tons of small businesses pulled together charity functions to help rebuild their downtown areas and raise money for local residents.

One example that I love is the Tor-Knit-O charity put together by The Village Knitter, located in the historic town of Newburgh, Indiana on the banks of the Ohio River, a few miles east of Evansville, Indiana. The coolest part is that two Indiana politicians, Senator Vaneta Becker and Representive Suzanne Crouch, showed up to try their hand at knitting.

Keeping this short, this is part of what I love about living in “fly-over country” — our state and local representatives often show up to support the community without public shilldom.*

In other news, I have gotten plenty of knitting done while laid up on the couch during my Thanksgiving vacation. For one, I knit up this lovely handspun sock yarn from Mac at Pesky Apostrophe for my own fingerless gloves.

Fingerless Gloves

I tried them out yesterday and they are amazingly warm despite the openwork. In addition, I finished up the boyfriend’s fingerless gloves. Yes, the left one is shorter than the right one, but hey, I tried.

Fingerless Gloves

Next up: A hat and scarf from ye olde yarn stash to match Ethan’s new winter coat (paid for with your donations — thank you!), and finishing the stupid Noro sweater I’ve been trying to knit for the last year and a half.
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*Yes, I just made up that word.

Saturday Stupid Shit

Did partisan politics deny The Boss rightful recognition? Sure sounds like it when American Idol Carrie Underwood gets a Congressional resolution in her honor, and Bruce’s proposed resolution gets voted down.

Using your celebrity status to promote condom use to prevent the spread of HIV in Africa is a good thing, right? The Catholic Church doesn’t think so.

A schoolteacher is fired for being pregnant and unwed. Big surprise here: she worked at a Catholic school. And this is what I love about the “pro-life” view embodied by this school and the Catholic church: They’ll talk about how women who face unintended or unwanted pregnancies should be brave, good religious followers and carry the pregnancy to term, and then they punish them for choosing to do so.

“I don’t understand how a religion that prides itself on being forgiving and on valuing life could terminate me because I’m pregnant and am choosing to have this baby,” said McCusker, who was fired last month. “I held the Catholic religion to a higher standard.”

But it’s all about morals:

The key issue in McCusker’s case, McCaffrey said, is that Catholic-school teachers don’t simply teach subjects like math and history. They are also expected to teach morals and must lead by example.

“It’s not like we’re saying that she is a sinner and can’t be a role model,” McCaffrey said. “But there’s a visible sign. She’s pregnant. To have children looking at that, and say it’s OK, is not the example the church wants to set.”

McCusker’s supporters, however, assert that the church is being hypocritical.

“Had she been a student in a Catholic institution, and a pregnant single woman, church authorities would have counseled her — indeed, may have even pressured her — to continue her pregnancy,” Eileen Moran, a member of Catholics for a Free Choice, said at the news conference. “Yet, as her employer, in spite of all the official pronouncements of being pro-child, pro-parent and pro-family, St. Rose fired her.”

Friday Random Ten, Late-Nite Edition

Spending the day with sis and moms and then going to dinner at a friend’s upstate distracted me from the FRT.

chrissy
(sister and me).

So here it is, folks, just after midnight…

1. Portishead – Glory Box
2. Bob Dylan – Everything is Broken
3. Bill Evans Trio featuring Stan Getz – The Two Lonely People
4. Belle & Sebastian – I Could Be Dreaming
5. Dar Williams – The Christians and the Pagans
6. Van Morrison – Tupelo Honey
7. Dave Matthews and Santana – Love of My Life
8. Jay Z – Change Clothes
9. Red Hot Chili Peppers – Universally Speaking
10. Sigur Ros – The Nothing Song

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Suitable for Patrick Bateman

Looks like turkey, probably tastes like chicken:

Learned from the Best

In the meantime, Pablo guards his sick master:

Guarding the Sick One

This is a bit disingenuous, to be honest. Pablo is actually quite upset with me because I, with the help of a gift from the awesome Norbizness, have taken away his favorite pasttime. He was actually waiting for me to wake up so that he wouldn’t be forced to drink from this new pet accessory that is fit for the yuppiest of yuppies:

The Yuppiest of Cat Accessories

This, folks, is the Drinkwell Pet Fountain. Yes, it does look like a little bidet. Here you see Pablo reluctantly drinking from the DPF after being placed there for the umpteenth time in the last week because he refuses to break the faucet habit. That Ryan sits around lauding the high quality of his cool, tasty glass of faucet water in front of poor Pablo probably doesn’t help things. Doug doesn’t give a shit — it’s his new favorite toy.

Bonus: it sounds like I have a fancy fountain in my living room, though every time I walk through the kitchen I suddenly have to pee.

Thank you, Norbizness, for the lovely thought.

The Daughter Track

I’m not a fan of trend stories, but this one is interesting, even if it doesn’t actually reflect any major change: Women are leaving their careers to care for their elderly parents.

In another era, the task of caring for elderly parents often fell to the unmarried daughter who never left home and never worked for a living. But now, in a 21st-century twist on the 19th-century spinster, career women like Ms. Geist who have made their mark in the world are returning home to care for parents in old age.

They are embracing a filial role that few could have imagined in their futures and are doing so by choice. In fact, sociologists are beginning to give the phenomenon a name: the Daughter Track, a late-in-life version of the Mommy Track, a career downsizing popular with younger women.

Women, now as always, bear a disproportionate burden for elder care and often leave jobs, either temporarily or permanently, when the double duty becomes overwhelming , according to recent studies of family care-giving, women in the workplace and retirement patterns. Although there is no precise count of how many women have walked away from careers to care for their parents, more of them than ever are financially independent, unmarried or childless, which makes it more feasible than it might be for women with families at home. And never have more parents needed adult children to care for them, what with long life expectancy and disabling conditions like Alzheimer’s disease.

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Thanksgiving Random Ten with Special Guest Snob, The Boyfriend

TURDUCKEN!Turducken? That’s foul!

If someone is stuffing a turkey with a duck and a chicken somewhere, it’s time for the Thanksgiving Random Ten. Fire up your mp3s, drink off the motherly guilt, and list the first ten your favorite mp3 player vurps out.

1) Belle and Sebastian – You Made Me Forget My Dreams
3/10, because the boyfriend forgot about BS years ago. Except for all the BS he slings me.

2) The Cramps – New Kind of Kick
8/10 “Life is short / Filled with stuff” is, perhaps, the meaning of life. Especially for a turkey.

3) The Pixies – The Sad Punk
5/10 Punks don’t get sad. That’s for the screamo kids.

4) Curtis Gordon – Draggin’
10/10, because it takes cojones to put every single instrument on reverb.

5) Buzzcocks – Ever Fallen in Love
7/10 This is a compromise score. Ah, partnership.

6) Link Wray – New Studio Blues
8/10, even though he falls out of beat, or off the stage. Whatever.

7) Michael Mayer – Love is Stronger Than Pride
4/10 Okay, this electroclash thing has gone totally overboard. When the boyfriend is tempted to grab a glowstick and do a hand jive, I’m over it.

8) Tangela Tricola – Jet Lady
4/10 for making us laugh out loud for the duration of the song. Can we not-so-randomly put some Shooby Taylor on up in here?

9) Tom Waits – Down, Down, Down
10/10 Thankgiving bonus for Mr. Waits. He has a gravel sack like a turkey.

10) Devo – Mongoloid
9/10 This one caused us to tiff about using our indoor voices, so it has to be good.

Alas, this list is only 68% cool. Please do not let that reflect on our records.

BONUS TRACK: David Cross’ “Diarrhea Moustache,” in which he riffs about people who refer to themselves in the third person.

Ryan and Lauren bid you a happy holiday.