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Tuesday, July 03, 2012

Please...not another president whose hypercompetitive pathology masks conflict with his father
Posted by Jill | 6:44 AM
Willard Rmoney and George W. Bush are in one respect two peas in a pod.

George W. Bush on the links and on the tennis court, as recounted by Gail Sheehy in 2000:

Even if he loses, his friends say, he doesn't lose. He'll just change the score, or change the rules, or make his opponent play until he can beat him. "If you were playing basketball and you were playing to 11 and he was down, you went to 15," says Hannah, now a Dallas insurance executive. "If he wasn't winning, he would quit. He would just walk off.… It's what we called Bush Effort: If I don't like the game, I take my ball and go home. Very few people can get away with that." So why could George get away with it? "He was just too easygoing and too pleasant."
Another fast friend, Roland Betts, acknowledges that it is the same in tennis. In November 1992, Bush and Betts were in Santa Fe to host a dinner party, but they had just enough time for one set of doubles. The former Yale classmates were on opposite sides of the net. "There was only one problem—my side won the first set," recalls Betts. "O.K., then we're going two out of three," Bush decreed. Bush's side takes the next set. But Betts's side is winning the third set when it starts to snow. Hard, fat flakes. The catering truck pulls up. But Bush won't let anybody quit. "He's pissed. George runs his mouth constantly," says Betts indulgently. "He's making fun of your last shot, mocking you, needling you, goading you—he never shuts up!" They continued to play tennis through a driving snowstorm.

It is something of an in-joke with Bush's friends and family. "In reality we all know who won, but George wants to go further to see what happens," says an old family friend, venture capitalist and former MGM chairman Louis "Bo" Polk Jr. "George would say, 'Play that one over,' or 'I wasn't quite ready.' The overtimes are what's fun, so you make your own. When you go that extra mile or that extra point … you go to a whole new level."


Willard Rmoney, with his own family, as recounted by Philip Rucker in the Washington Post, last weekend:
The Romneys, 30 in all these days, spend their time away from the stresses of everyday life — like, say, wrapping up the Republican nomination for president — by following a highly orchestrated, highly competitive regimen of sports and games known as the “Romney Olympics.”

The Romney Olympics have long included a mini-triathlon of biking, swimming and running that pits Mitt and his five sons and their wives against one another. But after Mitt once nearly finished last, behind a daughter-in-law who had given birth to her second child a couple of months earlier, the ultra-competitive and self-described unathletic patriarch expanded the games to give himself a better shot.

How much of a dick do you have to be to change the rules of what's supposed to be a friendly family sports competition (never mind how pathological it is for a family to be this hypercompetitive with each other) so you can have a better shot at winning over younger people? How much of a core of self-loathing do you have to have where finishing a race behind your daughter-in-law drives you to change the rules?

It could be argued that these kinds of leisure activities are trivial, but after what we saw from eight years of a president chock-full of unresolved daddy issues, I think this account of how the Romneys spend their summer vacation ought to set of massive alarms in Americans' heads as to what they can expect under a Rmoney regime.

(h/t: TBogg)

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Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Pathologizing the Quirky
Posted by Jill | 5:48 AM
In 1999 I started seeing the term "Qurkyalone" appearing on the Web. It was about a new web site for people who preferred being alone to the relentless pressure to date just for the sake of not being alone. In 2004 two pediatricians, Perri Klass and Ellen Costello, published Quirky Kids, which professed to be a manual for parents of children with "right hemispheric dysfunction, in which the right hemisphere of a child’s brain does not develop as effectively as the left. In extreme cases the result is autism, but there is growing recognition that many more children suffer from milder variants of the problem which, while not entirely debilitating, can make everyday life a challenge. Those thus afflicted may show some combination of developmental and learning delays, acute sensitivity to noise and touch, large- and/or small-motor weakness, difficulty engaging with others, obsessive preoccupations with narrow areas of interest, and severe discomfort in unfamiliar situations." And then you started hearing about "quirky kids". And suddenly, being a kid who preferred being alone became a pathology on the autism spectrum.

I can't help but think back on my own childhood. I was what I would call a quirky kid were it not for the pathological definition cited above. I never had a lot of friends, and when I had friends they were other quirky kids. I remember perfectly happy sitting in my room reading or making doll house furniture out of construction paper or copying fashion photographs in the New York Times Magazine to make paper dolls. I remember largely being much happier in my room with my crafts than out with other kids, where I was teased for being shorter, fatter, and fearful of most kinds of sports. How much of my social phobia was to avoid the teasing, how much of it was a general unhappiness at living in a home with parents who fought constantly and where upheaval of our lives through divorce was a constant spectre, how much of it was because I genuinely preferred being alone, I have no idea. I do know now that what I was, was a depressed kid. It didn't seem like that at the time, because I didn't have the frame of reference to know what depression was, but by the time I entered high school and spent a lot of time sitting alone copying moody poetry into a blank book and wearing the same poncho every day and hiding behind long hair, I did sort of realize what it was. But when I think of what happens to kids who are different now, I can't even imagine the DSM-IV classification they'd put me in if I were six or seven years old now.

Somewhere along the line I got over all that. There are a number of reasons. One of them is simply growing up. A couple of really good behavioral/cognitive therapists helped a lot too, as they helped me to stop the runaway train of hyperemotionality that characterized my earlier years. Getting my master's degree and having to work on group projects that involved making public presentations in which I was often the only native English-speaker in the group helped. And some of it is just getting older and not caring so much what other people think. But while today I still have times when I feel overwhelmed by comparatively trivial traumas, the constant drama that I used to perceive in my life isn't there, and I've also become a garrulous, friendly person that I would never have recognized in my teens. I've had difficult people in my current jobs set off all my baggage, and my response is to find techniques to turn that around and make such people allies. Somewhere along the line I learned to like people.

Today in the New York Times, Benjamin Nugent writes about having been diagnosed as a child with Asperger's (mistakenly, it turns out):

There’s an educational video from that time, called “Understanding Asperger’s,” in which I appear. I am the affected 20-year-old in the wannabe-hipster vintage polo shirt talking about how keen his understanding of literature is and how misunderstood he was in fifth grade. The film was a research project directed by my mother, a psychology professor and Asperger specialist, and another expert in her department. It presents me as a young man living a full, meaningful life, despite his mental abnormality.

“Understanding Asperger’s” was no act of fraud. Both my mother and her colleague believed I met the diagnostic criteria laid out in the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fourth Edition. The manual, still the authoritative text for American therapists, hospitals and insurers, listed the symptoms exhibited by people with Asperger disorder, and, when I was 17, I was judged to fit the bill.

I exhibited a “qualified impairment in social interaction,” specifically “failure to develop peer relationships appropriate to developmental level” (I had few friends) and a “lack of spontaneous seeking to share enjoyment, interests, or achievements with other people” (I spent a lot of time by myself in my room reading novels and listening to music, and when I did hang out with other kids I often tried to speak like an E. M. Forster narrator, annoying them). I exhibited an “encompassing preoccupation with one or more stereotyped and restricted patterns of interest that is abnormal either in intensity or focus” (I memorized poems and spent a lot of time playing the guitar and writing terrible poems and novels).

[snip]

The general idea with a psychological diagnosis is that it applies when the tendencies involved inhibit a person’s ability to experience a happy, normal life. And in my case, the tendencies seemed to do just that. My high school G.P.A. would have been higher if I had been less intensely focused on books and music. If I had been well-rounded enough to attain basic competence at a few sports, I wouldn’t have provoked rage and contempt in other kids during gym and recess.

[snip]

Under the rules in place today, any nerd, any withdrawn, bookish kid, can have Asperger syndrome.

The definition should be narrowed. I don’t want a kid with mild autism to go untreated. But I don’t want a school psychologist to give a clumsy, lonely teenager a description of his mind that isn’t true.

And yet that's just what's happening now. Parents who don't have the time or the inner resources to help their quirky children navigate childhood, overtaxed besieged teachers who have to get the kids in their classes through standardized tests no matter how their minds work,and a society that fears and loathes people who can actually think - all of these combine to pathologize kids who just march to a different drum.

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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Does this include the Republican fratboys in the C Street House?
Posted by Jill | 6:59 AM
Maybe the reason the Republicans are leery of Christine O'Donnell is this video clip from 2003 in which she states that she really does believe you can, and should, stop everyone from having sex:



In all seriousness, though, I have to wonder about Christine O'Donnell, not from a moral standpoint, but from a mental health standpoint. This is not about "She's crazy, ha ha", but rather about What the hell happened to her in college to make her be like this?"

O'Donnell likes to paint herself as a chaste woman, but as Alex Pareene pointed out last week, O'Donnell admitted that in her days at Fairleigh Dickinson, she did things she regrets -- "drinking too much and having sex with guys with whom there wasn't a strong emotional connection." You know what? So did I. So did a lot of women. I'll bet that like me, she also had sexual experiences that today we would call acquaintance rape.

I've written before about whether it's healthy to wrap oneself in the label of "survivor of rape" for the rest of your life because some guy held you down on a bed in college and told you if you didn't fuck him, he'd rip your clothes off and throw them out the window. Yes, that happened to me, I've written about it before, and while today one might say that this kind of behavior on the part of males ought to be legally actionable, I'm not sure how my life would have been enhanced by getting on a witness stand and having to tell a defense attorney trying to paint me as a whore that yes, I went to the guy's room willingly.

Yes, there's the world as we'd like it to be, but there's the world as it is, and I think I'm much better off having decided after that incident "You know, I think maybe I'm not going to go to bedrooms in frat houses anymore", putting it behind me, and going on to have a good life and a successful marriage of 24 years duration last Tuesday than I would have by wearing a bad experience like an open wound for the rest of my life -- or by deciding that no one else should ever have sex. It's like the women who regret their abortions and work hard to have abortion made illegal so that no one else has the choice they did.

My spidey-sense just tells me that Christine O'Donnell had at least one of those bad experiences in college, and that what we're seeing in her chastity advocacy is a result. So I have a message for Miss O'Donnell:

Chrissie, it's OK to be traumatized by a bad experience. Really, it is. And everyone responds differently. And if what you have to do in order to live your life after such an experience is to live "as a chaste woman", then be my guest. However, you have to realize that not everyone responds the way you do. People have sex. They do. And the God you believe in wouldn't have made it pleasurable if He didn't want you do do it. I'm sorry you have regrets in your life, and I'm more sorry that you can't seem to get beyond those. Perhaps a good therapist could help you get past them and let you make a decision about chastity through clear eyes, rather than through the prism of whatever happened to you all those years ago at FDU. But the one thing to keep in mind is that this is YOUR issue and YOUR problem, and you have to work it out for yourself. Imposing your response to trauma on the general public is not befitting a public official.

I wish you well. And seriously. Talking to someone might help.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Barack Obama's childhood baggage is worse than I thought
Posted by Jill | 5:29 AM
In Newsweek this week, Jacob Weisberg has a column on the problem Barack Obama's seeming aloofness is causing with his ability to appear to connect with Americans worried about jobs and the future. It's tempting to dismiss Weisberg out of hand, until you remember that not so long ago, thinking you might have a beer with the president was a qualification for office, and even now, thinking you might be able to FUCK the president seems to make Sarah Palin qualified for the office in the eyes of an alarming number of people.

Weisberg says that Obama's childhood made him self-sufficient to the point of seemingly not needing anyone:
Obama's self-interpretation is so persuasive that it has largely preempted other interpretations. Telling his story in relation to his missing father, the son explains how in finding his identity he grew from anger and cynicism to deep social commitment. The lack of deep attachments in his life, however, is a different issue. To speculate, it may have more to do with his relationship with his mother. When Barry Obama was 10, his mother sent him from Indonesia back to live with her parents in Hawaii. She returned there after her second marriage ended, but when she went back to Indonesia a few years later, her teenage son chose to stay in Hawaii. This loving but physically distant relationship seems to have left Obama self-reliant to an unusual degree.

For a politician, emotional self-sufficiency is both asset and liability. On the positive side, it supports Obama's rationalism, his level-headedness in crisis, and his dispassionate decision making. On the negative, it can read as cold, aloof, or arrogant. It's healthy that Obama doesn't need the roar of the crowd for validation. It's a problem that the crowd seems to need more from him than he is able to provide.

There is one group that Obama seems to have a pathological need to please, and my ten-cent completely speculative and therefore worth what you paid for it psychoanalysis has to do with something he may have had to deal with during that time living with his grandparents -- winning over people who may have had to get over some of their own issues to raise their biracial grandson. The reason I keep having the sense of Obama having to ingratiate himself with people who may have had pre-existing issues is twofold: One reason is the infamous "typical white people" remark, in which he clumsily admitted that even his own grandmother had a visceral reaction to black people she didn't know -- a remark that had the chattering classes screeching for days. The other reason is the manifestation we see today of someone with a deep-seated need to ingratiate himself with people not inclined to do so, in this case, Republicans.

Because while Obama has shown himself to be willing to throw everyone otherwise inclined to have his back -- gays, working class people, the netroots, the black community -- under the bus without a second thought, the ONE group whose support he desperately wants and doesn't realize he can never have, is Republicans and those Republicans With D's After Their Names known as Blue Dogs.

And that is why, in the middle of a recession, when it's the ABSOLUTE WORST thing you can do for the economy, he's capitulating to Republicans and proposing a spending freeze on the very programs that serve the middle and working class:
President Obama will call for a three-year freeze in spending on many domestic programs, and for increases no greater than inflation after that, an initiative intended to signal his seriousness about cutting the budget deficit, administration officials said Monday.

The officials said the proposal would be a major component both of Mr. Obama’s State of the Union address on Wednesday and of the budget he will send to Congress on Monday for the fiscal year that begins in October.

The freeze would cover the agencies and programs for which Congress allocates specific budgets each year, including air traffic control, farm subsidies, education, nutrition and national parks.

But it would exempt security-related budgets for the Pentagon, foreign aid, the Veterans Administration and homeland security, as well as the entitlement programs that make up the biggest and fastest-growing part of the federal budget: Medicare, Medicaid and Social Security.

The payoff in budget savings would be small relative to the deficit: The estimated $250 billion in savings over 10 years would be less than 3 percent of the roughly $9 trillion in additional deficits the government is expected to accumulate over that time.

The initiative holds political risks as well as potential benefits. Because Mr. Obama plans to exempt military spending while leaving many popular domestic programs vulnerable, his move is certain to further anger liberals in his party and senior Democrats in Congress, who are already upset by the possible collapse of health care legislation and the troop buildup in Afghanistan, among other things.

Fiscally conservative Democrats in the House and Senate have urged Mr. Obama to support a freeze, and it would suggest to voters, Wall Street and other nations that the president is willing to make tough decisions at a time when the deficit and the national debt, in the view of many economists, have reached levels that undermine the nation’s long-term prosperity. Perceptions that government spending is out of control have contributed to Mr. Obama’s loss of support among independent voters, and concern about the government’s fiscal health could put upward pressure on the interest rates the United States has to pay to borrow money from investors and nations, especially China, that have been financing Washington’s budget deficit.

Republicans were quick to mock the freeze proposal. “Given Washington Democrats’ unprecedented spending binge, this is like announcing you’re going on a diet after winning a pie-eating contest,” said Michael Steel, a spokesman for the House Republican leader, Representative John A. Boehner of Ohio.

Robert Reich explains why this is such a terrible idea:

A spending freeze will make it even harder to get jobs back because government is the last spender around. Consumers have pulled back, investors won’t do much until they know consumers are out there, and exports are minuscule.

Jobs may be coming back a bit in the next months but the country has lost so many (not to mention all those who have entered the workforce over the last two years and still can’t land a job) that it will be many years before the middle class can relax. Furthermore, this recession isn’t like other recessions in recent memory. It has more to do with problems deep in the structure of the American economy than with the ups and downs of the business cycle.

Like Clinton’s, Obama’s package of middle-class benefits is small potatoes. They’re worthwhile but they pale relative to the size and scale of the challenge America’s middle class is now facing. Obama can no longer afford to come up with lists of nice things to do. At the least, he’s got to do two very big and important things: 1) Enact a second stimulus. It should mainly focus on bailing out state and local governments that are now cutting services and raising taxes, and squeezing the middle class. This would be the best way to reinvigorate the economy quickly. 2) Help distressed homeowners by allowing them to include their mortgage debt in personal bankruptcy -- which will give them far more bargaining leverage with mortgage lenders. (Wall Street hates this.)

Yet instead of moving in this direction, Obama is moving in the opposite one. His three-year freeze on a large portion of discretionary spending will make it impossible for him to do much of anything for the middle class that’s important.

Perhaps Rahm Emanuel told him this is the way for the justifiably endangered Evan Bayh to keep his Senate seat. Perhaps this is what Tim Geithner wants. But I suspect that it's deeper than that. I suspect that it's a more selective -- and more futile version of the same disease that plagues Bill Clinton -- a desperate need for approval. The difference is that at least Bill Clinton's need to be loved by everyone means that at least some of his supporters were appeased some of the time. Barack Obama only cares about the approval of those who will never, ever, as long as he lives, approve of him.

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