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Category Archives: Social Commentary
Anna Nicole Died For Her Sins
Douglas Kern has a very interesting essay on sex and stupidity. And freedom.
In The Eye Of The Beholder
While I take Virginia Postrel’s general point that beauty is as genetic as any other attribute, I think that there’s a slight category error here, in that it is much more subjective than the other characteristics (taller, more agile, smarter). For this reason, we have a better shot at all being beautiful, since it might be possible to be beautiful to someone, and this isn’t subject to objective dispute.
This story, about parents who believe that discipline doesn’t work, reminds me of the Simpsons episode about the young Ned Flanders and his (speaking of the sixties) hippie/beatnik parents:
Dr. Foster: Would you please tell your son to stop?
Ned’s Dad: We can’t do it, man! That’s discipline! That’s like tellin’ Gene Krupa not to go [starts banging on the desk] “boom boom bam bam bam, boom boom bam bam bam, boom boom boom bam ba ba ba ba, da boo boo tss!”
Ned’s Dad: We don’t believe in rules, like, we gave them up when we started livin’ like freaky beatniks!
Dr. Foster: You don’t believe in rules, yet you want to control Ned’s anger.
Ned’s Mom: Yeah. You gotta help us, Doc. We’ve tried nothin’ and we’re all out of ideas.
Water Wants To Be Free
Here’s one of the dumbest things I’ve seen in a while. Some (probably lefty) religious groups claim that it’s immoral to bottle water.
First they came for the water bottles, and I said nothing, because I drink from the tap. Then they came for the scuba tanks…
Mark Steyn says that demography is destiny.
Jonah Goldberg writes about institutionalized racism in the academy.
Taking Back Manhood
“Grim” says that we need to go back to wearing arms.
The Evil Walt Disney
Lileks has a long but entertaining (and, can you believe it?–dripping with snark) screed disguised as a bleat today, on childish pseudointellectuals who fancy themselves courageous for speaking truth to the Man. Errrr…actually to the Mouse.
Three hundred years from now they