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On power (& when men feel small).

On power (& when men feel small).

Many toys for babies are designed to be loud. A baby moves, and suddenly there’s sound! Bells or jangling rings or stuffed animals that drink batteries to sing!

These toys delight! (Well, they delight the baby. Parents often find them aggravating.) These toys make a baby feel powerful.

With these small hands, I can change the world!

And, crayons! And paint! Oh, the apparent joys of non-toxic fingerpaint! As the baby moves, the world retains a visible memory of that movement!

The world remembers me! My presence here: it matters!

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My eldest is now in second grade. Like most second graders, she has recently discovered that she is hilarious! She can read a joke in a book and then tell it to people. She can tell those jokes again and again and again and they are funny every time!

My younger child is now in kindergarten. Because her older sibling is telling jokes, she wants to tell jokes also. And her jokes are hilarious, too! She knows that they’re hilarious because she tells the same jokes as her sibling. One after the other, they tell me the same jokes.

Each time I say, “Hmmm, I don’t know, _______, what do you get when you cross a sheep dog with a rose?”

And each child in turn is hilarious when they tell me that it makes a collie-flower. Or that the cheese that isn’t yours is nacho cheese. Or that …

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All the jokes that my children tell are funny (to them), but a certain genre is particularly loved. Yes, the knock-knock jokes! Because a knock-knock joke isn’t only a chance to feel hilarious – knock-knock jokes are power.

You can see the realization dawning: if I say “Knock knock,” people have to say “Who’s there?”

Knock-knock jokes are like sorcery. Like a form of puppeteering. Knock-knock jokes allow a child to control everyone around them!

But, oh! The moment when people decide that a particular child is too old for knock-knock jokes – when friends and family fail to respond with “Who’s there?” – must feel so disillusioning! Suddenly, a font of power has been wrested away! The child will have lost a way to control the people around them!

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Eventually, this sense of power fades. Or rather, we grow older and become jaded. Inured to the sense of empowerment that children’s toys and knock-knock jokes once gave us. Being able to alter the world with a crayon no longer feels enough; we want to do more than make red marks on stray sheets of paper.

Many people age into these evolving expectations gracefully. Recognizing the increasing amounts of work and effort needed to change the world in meaningful ways. When an adult makes art, we expect rather more from their creations – the blobby monsters drawn by a child might seem less impressive if they’d been made by someone in their thirties. Children reap praise by building a fort from cardboard boxes; a grown-up might be expected to build a house.

Sometimes, though – and this is especially common among men – the world doesn’t make people feel as powerful as they think it ought to.

I was supposed to be master of my domain, and instead you’re talking back to me??

And so they attempt to wrest a sense of power from the world around them with violence. They find ways to circumvent their gnawing fear of being ignored.

When I say “Knock knock,” people have to say “Who’s there?” When I whistle and shout a lewd comment at a woman, she has to cringe!

Ah, right – aggrieved men don’t just wrest a sense of power “from the world.” Unfortunately, men are often given the false impression that power is synonymous with power over. And so their sense of power needs to come at the expense of someone else: someone perceived as weaker, lesser, lower in their imagined hierarchy.

By harassing a woman, a man might feel momentarily powerful again.

As Jacqueline Rose writes in On Violence and On Violence Against Women,

The aim of harassment … is not only to control women’s bodies but also to invade their minds. … Harassment is always a sexual demand, but it also carries a more sinister and pathetic injunction: ‘You will think about me.’ Like sexual abuse, to which it is affiliated, harassment brings mental life to a standstill, destroying the mind’s capacity for reverie.

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Power: the sense that our actions will be noticed. For our 45th president, leading a nation was not enough: he wanted for people to pay attention to him. He kept shouting into the insatiable maw of social media; he needed to watch television news to see evidence that people had noticed his latest shout.

But not every aggrieved man has a bevy of journalists to amplify his inane blather. “My I.Q. is one of the highest,” “Windmills are the greatest threat to eagles,” “The concept of global warming was created by the Chinese” – lots of men say this sort of thing, yet still they go unnoticed! Which makes them feel powerless! It’s very unfair!

But there’s a solution: interject oneself into the world in a sufficiently awful way, and then it’ll be impossible to be ignored!

In Culture Warlords, Talia Lavin describes how it felt to immerse herself in the internet worlds of white supremacy and hate. In some ways, this might feel like a silly project: isn’t the goal of internet trolls to feel powerful by being noticed? By intentionally studying them, isn’t Lavin giving them what they want?

In a passage describing her observation of a flame war between pagan white supremacist trolls and Christian white supremacist trolls, Lavin writes:

While researching that religious expression, it was easy for me to get bogged down in who’s drinking goat blood for Satan and who thinks a cone-shaped Crusader helmet is an extremely cool fashion accessory and who’s climbing mountains to sacrifice to Odin in hopes of awakening the white race.

Sifting through the details, and observing the nonstop, puerile nature of their speech, it can be easy to wonder precisely what the point of decoding all this hate is. Isn’t it just hate? Aren’t these just losers pontificating and arguing on the internet?

The thing about hate, though, is it metastasizes. The thing about channels that are filled, twenty-four hours a day, with stochastic violence – testosterone-filled megaphones shouting for blood – is that, sooner or later, someone is going to take them up on it.

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In many ways, a person who has studied martial arts for decades is just as dangerous as a person with a gun. Either person, if they felt sufficiently threatened, could cause someone to die.

But there’s a difference: the power from martial arts is earned. During long years of training, a person learns not to feel threatened. Having put in the work, they’ll feel powerful and so learn to control that power.

Whereas it’s trivially easy to buy a gun. There’s no impetus for psychological growth. You’ll be left with the same weak, scared, angry person – now suddenly more dangerous.

Boorish men. Internet trolls. Self-appointed militia men asserting their Second Amendment right to feel powerful without effort. They’re like aggrieved children, furious if you’re not responding to their knock-knock jokes.

You have to notice me!

Harasser, internet troll, attention-starved man with a gun: in the modern world, this might well be a single individual. Which is why Lavin’s journalism matters: these men’s hate speech can lead so easily to physical violence.

The hateful internet troll who murdered 49 people in an Orlando nightclub (while wounding & traumatizing many others) was checking Facebook during the act. As though the only way to be noticed – to feel any sense of power – was to be awful.

By Frank Brown Cloudin Violence against womenAugust 20, 2021August 20, 20211,315 Words

On stalking and the risk of seeming crazy.

On stalking and the risk of seeming crazy.

A friend of mine had almost finished her undergraduate degree when a dude started to stalk her.  Rang her phone a dozen times a day from a variety of numbers.  Emailed prolifically, describing at length his masturbatory practices while staring at (fully-clothed) pictures of her he’d found online.  Stood outside her classes waiting for her during the day.  Stood outside her apartment at night.

My friend is an animal lover.  After she mentioned that she was, um, not interested in a relationship with this gentleman, she began to find animal corpses on her doorstep in the morning.  The barrage of emails she received now included lengthy paeans to necrophilia.

The stalker was a student at her university.  The university did nothing.  She filed for a restraining order.  That accomplished nothing, either.

My friend dropped out of school and moved several hours away.

She’d been a great student, always taking more classes than required.  She was only a junior, but with two more credit hours, she would’ve graduated.

I met her after a miserable year she spent away, degree-less, with school debt, marginally employed.  My wife and I convinced her to return to school and live on our couch.  The stalker was still in town, still enrolled at the university – he kept failing enough classes that he was really dragging out his tenure here – so I walked our friend to all her classes.  I’d sit in the hallway and type.  This was before my daughter was born; I was lucky in that my work could be done most anywhere.

After a semester of this, my friend graduated.  She was able to move on with her life.  But it was dumb luck that we even met her.  It would’ve been so easy for her to join the ranks of our nation’s erstwhile students who racked up heinous college debt without earning their degrees.

Stalking wrecks lives.

Out of any ten women in the United States, chances are that one of them will be stalked sometime.  An appreciable – though much lower – number of men, too.

PTSD.pngMost people, when stalked, suffer from all the hallmarks of PTSD.  Sleep disturbances, memory loss, stress & its accompanying biomedical ailments, depression, that sort of thing.  And the suffering can extend long after the initial traumatic experience.  If somebody stalks you for a week, you might sleep poorly for a month.  Somebody stalks you for the better part of a year, it can take half a decade or more to reclaim your former life.

And, yes, you could come down with some of those PTSD symptoms even if you weren’t being stalked, as long as you sincerely believed that you were.

Of course, believing that you are being stalked, when you aren’t, sounds a lot like mental illness.  Believing that a wide network of strangers is using the internet to coordinate their harassment of you?  That sounds even more like mental illness.

Indeed, most of the scientific studies on the phenomenon of group stalking has concluded that the people who believe they’re being stalked this way are delusional.  The consequences of the belief are real, but the foundation for the belief is imaginary.

This is a tricky subject for me to write about.  After all, the human brain evolved to identify patterns, to seek connections between things.  Pattern recognition allowed our ancestors to survive and reproduce in a chaotic, hostile world.  And it just so happens that some people are exceptionally good at this, as though more evolved along this axis: those people have schizophrenia.  They often perceive meaning and intent even where no such patterns exist.  A superpower in one context might be a handicap in another.

Just because someone bumped into you on the street, and then someone else spilled coffee on your shoes, and then a third person whispered something hateful nearby, does not mean those people coordinated their behavior in an attempt to destroy you.

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Watching you – the Eyes by Tyldrur on DeviantArt.

There is a risk that, by investigating the phenomenon of group stalking, some number of people prone to this sort of belief could be inoculated with the idea.  Perhaps, left to their own devices, they’d never imagine that a group of strangers would stalk them.  After reading about others with this fear, they might search for signs of such stalking in their own lives.

Given sufficient data and a desire to find patterns within it, well, seek and ye shall find.  This is the problem with a lot of contemporary biomedical research.

And yet.  There is also harm in reflexively dismissing these fears.  Because the internet is a powerful tool for harassment.  Women who offer astute commentary about computer games, or women who write about science, or women who write about politics, or women who have sufficient epidermal concentrations of melanin to thrive at low latitudes, or, really, women who display any authority at all online, are often barraged by vitriolic hate mail.  Death threats, too, but almost none of these threats are taken seriously by law enforcement, even when the threats are accompanied by trawled-for personal information like a home address or travel plans.

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“Victor was a forum troll / Liked to make bloggers cry” by Babbletrish on Flickr.

Internet-organized harassment has real-world consequences.  From what I’ve read, it’s always been pretty tough to be a middle-school girl, but that doesn’t really justify the girls who’ve been harassed to death in the last few years.

Plus, the phenomenon of anonymous groups of strangers teaming up to stalk someone is real.  The environmental activist Bill McKibben, for instance, is quite obviously being stalked because more and more photographs of him in a wide variety of locations keep appearing online.  In his case, the stalkers seem motivated to quell his activism – and, sadly, they are succeeding.  Like almost all victims of stalking, McKibben reports dampened enthusiasm and the sense that he is caged off from parts of his life.  He felt unable to attend a friend’s funeral because he didn’t want to lure stalkers to the event.

Although McKibben’s stalkers dislike his environmental activism, this hardly seems like sufficient reason for a group of people to collaborate on harassing him so thoroughly.  So it does make me wonder just how little cause a group would need to select a victim.  In Lorraine Sheridan & David James’s 2014 study they concluded that, out of 128 self-purported victims, “all cases of reported group-stalking were found likely to be delusional, compared with 4% of individually stalked cases.”

I’d like to find this comforting.  Perhaps the phenomenon is not real.  Perhaps only persons suffering from schizophrenia will imagine that this is happening to them.

Except that McKibben’s case shows that this does happen.  And we now know how little data is necessary for a group of would-be stalkers to find an appropriate victim.  Using just a list of whom you have communicated with, metadata of the sort hoovered up blithely by the National Security Agency of the United States, a group of stalkers can identify where you live, your romantic status, and a variety of other sensitive traits.

This data isn’t so difficult to come by – it’s protected less rigorously than credit card information, and that’s swiped from retailers semi-regularly these days.  So it is certainly not implausible for a group to victimize a total stranger based on some occult selection criteria known only to themselves.

I don’t want to abet anyone’s delusions.  And yet, I can’t help but fear: what if they’re not crazy?

By Frank Brown Cloudin All posts, Psychology, Violence against womenSeptember 9, 2016August 28, 20161,287 Words
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