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“I’m tired of this sh*t”: Eric Swalwell blasts ‘marauding goon’ Marjorie Taylor Greene

On CNN Saturday, Rep. Eric Swalwell (D-CA) tore into Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA) for lying about a dispute between him and one of her aides over wearing masks.

“You just heard her say a few moments ago her aide politely said something to you, like you were friends and you go way back,” said anchor Jim Acosta. “Tell us what happened?”

“I was leaving the House floor,” said Swalwell. “You’re still required to wear a mask on the House floor. And frankly, Jim, I just forgot to take my mask off when I came out of the building. I love having my mask off now. And Greene’s aide said, ‘Take your mask off, Congressman.’ And I kept walking past. And I thought, you know what, I’m tired of this sh*t, these marauding goons who are going around trying to bully my other colleagues. So I went up to him and asked him who he was, and I said ‘Don’t tell me what to do’ with words you can’t say on CNN. And predictably he went speechless.”

“This is not the way it works around here,” added Swalwell. “I’ve worn a staff badge and I’ve worn member pin. And when I was a staffer, I would never talk to a member of Congress like that. My staffers tell me all the time they would love to speak with Marjorie Taylor Greene and tell her what they think of her policies, but there’s still decorum and respect, and I think people are just losing patience with Greene.”

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DHS releases national terrorism alert, says domestic extremists could strike as COVID rules ease

A national terrorism alert was released on Friday to warn about the possibility of extremists striking as COVID-19 restrictions easing in various states across the country.

According to ABC-13, the latest National Terrorism Advisory System alert released by the U.S. Department of Homeland Security (DHS) serves as an extension of the previous warning of possible civil unrest before the insurrection on the U.S. Capitol. The previous alert regarding Jan. 6 was set to expire on Saturday, May 15.

While the alert does not offer details about any isolated threat, it warns of “potential danger from an increasingly complex and volatile mix that includes domestic terrorists inspired by various grievances, racial or ethnic hatred and influences from abroad,” per the publication.

Those types of threats are said to have intensified since the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic due to “conspiracy theories and deepened anger at the government in some quarters over the shutdown of the economy.”

“Violent extremists may seek to exploit the easing of COVID-19-related restrictions across the United States to conduct attacks against a broader range of targets after previous public capacity limits reduced opportunities for lethal attacks,” the bulletin said.

DHS Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas weighed in on the latest alert and the present-day terroristic threats in the United States. “Today’s terrorism-related threat landscape is more complex, more dynamic, and more diversified than it was several years ago,” Mayorkas said.

In wake of the growing concerns about domestic terrorism, DHS has incorporated a new domestic terrorism monitoring division within its Office of Intelligence and Analysis. Approximately 7.5% of the federal agency’s grant funding has been designated for monitoring terroristic threats.

Alphonse Bertillon and the troubling pursuit of human metrics

Doris Abravaya stood just over five feet tall and weighed less than 100 pounds when she graduated from Manhattan Technical High School in 1933. Her time there was documented on a single oversized card, preprinted with basic data entry fields — school attendance logged in pencil, family facts registered in ink — alongside cryptic acronyms and earnest equations, matriculation dates, and at least seven different addresses. A tiny photo of an elfin Doris peeks out from the bottom of that card, her expression a dreamy mixture of romance and resignation. She looks little. She looks lost.

Cards like these bespeak a kind of generic authority, giving us little reason to question their veracity, yet question them we must. To begin with, she was not Doris but Dora, the second daughter of Josef (not Joseph) and Rebekah (not Rebecca), young Sephardic Jews who had emigrated to the United States together with their four children in the early years of the 20th century. They were not Spanish but Turkish: Josef’s naturalization papers suggest he worked as a barber and a restaurateur (not, as this data would suggest, a lamp maker).

Rebekah’s address (possibly her place of work, possibly her residence) is given as the Manhattan State Hospital, an establishment that had been previously known as the New York Asylum. At first glance, it might appear that Rebekah was employed there, but a closer read suggests that it was probably her home at the time. Further digging reveals a death notice, sometime in the 1950s, in Wingdale, New York. Until the early 1990s, this was home to a mental health facility of some renown and may well be where Rebekah spent her last years.

Confidentiality in general (and HIPAA laws in particular) prevent even the most conscientious researcher from sharing Rebekah’s medical history, but it is possible, even likely, that her prolonged hospitalizations explain why Dora lived with her aunt, why she had two social workers, and why she missed 55 days of school in a single year. What is not mentioned is that Dora’s older sister, Frida, likely lived under the jurisdiction of the Hebrew Sheltering Guardian Society: records show that Frida was sent to the convalescent home for Hebrew children, suggesting she may have been disabled. One can easily imagine that her father might have struggled to care for her as a single parent, especially with three younger children to support.

And what do we know of Dora herself? If we believe her given coordinates, she was born on June 12, 1915, on the same day — and in the same city — as David Rockefeller. Could their lives have been any more different, their destinies any more predetermined by the binary opposition of their initial, if accidental circumstances? And how do we even begin to measure that?

We are groomed, from an early age, to crave measurement. Notches on walls verify our height. Notes from doctors record our weight. We buy scales and diaries, save report cards and log achievements. As babies become toddlers become adolescents and adults, we take pictures — lots of pictures. Memories registered and milestones passed, we willingly share our data by way of a host of forms that cumulatively present, over a lifetime, as a kind of gold standard. On paper or online, they’re our material witnesses, holding the temporal at bay.

Dora’s material witness is typical of the sorts of records to which all of us are attached, official documents that connect faces to places, snapshots to statistics. Bureaucratic and perfunctory, we seldom stop to question the silent power of these documents, even as they transport our collective selves across time and space. Lacking nuance, devoid of emotion, they nevertheless confer a kind of keen graphic authority, begetting permission, enabling access, presupposing legitimacy, and anticipating a host of needs. Framed by the records that circumscribe that legitimacy — the records and diplomas, ID cards and passports and licenses — the playing field of difference is homogenized by numerical necessity, making all of us, in a sense, prisoners of the indexical.

The pursuit of human metrics has a rich and fascinating history, dating back to the ancient Greeks, who viewed proportion itself as a physical projection of the harmony of the universe. Idealized proportion was synonymous with beauty, a physical expression of divine benevolence. (“The good, of course, is always beautiful,” wrote Plato, “and the beautiful never lacks proportion.”) From Dürer to da Vinci, the notion that humans might aspire to a pure and balanced ideal would find expression in everything from the writings of Vitruvius to the gardens of Le Nôtre to the evolution of the humanist alphabet. To the degree that proportion itself was deemed closer to the divine when realized as an expression of balance and geometry, proportion had everything to do with mathematics in general (and the golden section in particular) and found its most profound expression in the realization of the human form.

While there is ample evidence to suggest that the urge to measure had its origins in ancient civilizations, the science of bodily measurement was not recognized as a proper professional pursuit until the 19th century. With the advent of industry and the pragmatic concerns with which it was associated — growth projections, profit motives, numerical evidence as approved metrics for evaluation — certain public institutions were perhaps uniquely sensitized to appreciate the value of quantitative data. Statistics as a field of mathematical inquiry gained traction as a discipline thanks in no small part to the scholarship of Sir Francis Galton, whose obsession with counting and measuring everything imaginable (but especially human beings) warrants mention here. His 1851 “Anthropometric Laboratory” — which was included in the International Health Exhibition held in London in 1885 — was an attempt to show the public how human characteristics could be both measured and recorded. Add to this the rise in photography as a promising new technology and the idea of capturing evidence via methodical efforts in data mining was an idea whose time had clearly come.

To measure was to apprehend and be made accountable, and nowhere was this more resonant than in the identification and classification of criminals, led by the efforts of one particularly dedicated officer in Paris at the end of the 19th century.

Alphonse Bertillon was the black sheep of his largely intellectual family, many of whom were physicians and statisticians. A weak student with a reputedly obstinate manner, he flunked out of school twice, and found only entry-level work in the Paris Police Station, following a singularly unimpressive tour in the army as a bugle player, at the relatively advanced age of 26. Unceremoniously relegated to the basement, where he was charged with the laborious process of hand-copying prisoners’ admission forms, Bertillon soon began to notice a number of key discrepancies — in language, description, order, and detail — that caught his attention. There was too much reliance on eyewitness accounts, he believed, a poor organizational system, and a surprising scarcity of consistent input criteria. The idea that increasing rates of recidivism might bear a direct relationship to these ineffectual methods gave Bertillon cause for concern, and he set out to remedy what he perceived to be a deeply flawed system, one that failed to recognize, among other things, the specifics of facial discrepancy.

Bertillon understood that the study of evolutionary biology is based upon a careful examination of difference, noting in particular that difference itself is best understood (and ideally more accurate) when measured in a controlled environment. By reducing the variables and streamlining the input process itself, he wondered if there might not be a more effective system for identifying — and by conjecture, capturing — repeat criminals. Inspired by the writings of Adolphe Quetelet, a Belgian statistician who had introduced the concept, in 1835, of what he termed l’homme moyen (the average man) — a standard-bearer against which the general population might be effectively compared — the young Bertillon chose to devote himself to the study of more precise visual observation. His system, which would become known as Bertillonage, revolutionized the field of criminal justice and lay the groundwork for what would emerge as a more efficient method for criminal management. And, as it happened, a more teachable one.

If Quetelet’s focus was on the average man, the Italian criminologist Cesare Lombroso focused on a more delinquent model. Born to a wealthy Jewish family in 1835 (the same year Quetelet published his principal work, “A Treatise of Man and the Development of His Faculties”), Lombroso was trained as a physician, and later became a professor of forensic medicine. (He published his own book on human delinquency in 1878.) Over time, Lombroso would come to be known for his staunch belief in biological determinism: notably, the supposition that mental illness was genetic, and that criminals were born, not made. A fervent believer in atavism, he was particularly drawn to the fine-tuned measurement of the skull as an indicator of the savage proclivities of man. (Thieves had small eyes, for example, and rapists could be identified by their big ears.) Lombroso’s unconventional methods ultimately proved wildly inconsistent, his conclusions far more quixotic than reliable. Though popular in his day, his controversial doctrines were ultimately discounted as ineffectual, inappropriate, and prejudicial.

For his part, Bertillon’s methodology was exacting, quantitative, and rigorous. He toured prisons, where he undertook measurements with calipers that allowed him to record his subjects with the utmost precision. (“Every measurement slowly reveals the workings of the criminal,” Bertillon would later write. “Careful observation and patience will reveal the truth.”) Head circumference and chin angle were more critical determinants than, for instance, a suspect’s surname, and over time, Bertillon compiled what was, in essence, a comparatively early (and radically inventive) database in which data was searchable by the metrics themselves. (The unusually time-consuming nature of this type of work eventually obliged the young criminologist to seek assistance: he later hired a young female helper, and — once she proved her dedication by personally filling out more than 7,000 ID cards — he married her.)

By 1888, the Paris prefecture had created an identification bureau helmed by Bertillon. Within a few short years, he’d inaugurated an even more sophisticated system, which would become widely known as the portrait parlé — the speaking portrait. Parsed into descriptive sections with exhaustive notational criteria, the idea was that the face could be deconstructed by any intaking officer. In addition to racial determinants that included skin tone and hair color, Bertillon parsed the face itself into compartmentalized subsections allowing officers to log every possible mark, blemish, and visual detail. Such detailed analog input ultimately proved both time-consuming and inefficient, a slippery system for capturing the subtlety of facial variables. By the early 1900s, Bertillon’s once-innovative system had begun to fail.

The desire to measure the face has continued to remain a critical function in law enforcement, albeit a controversial one. Today, an increasingly more adept and agile machine landscape has reframed the once-flawed act of analog human measurement. Algorithms now do the work for us, but algorithms can often be wrong. (Such bias in machine learning is often referred to as a “coded” gaze.) When leveraged against the intricacies of biology, humanity, and personhood, the mechanical application of statistical analysis can easily miss the mark. Like Dora, whose truncated biography so poorly represented who she truly was, such documents often favor the format over the content, missing the bigger and more complex story — a story that is, by its very nature, impossible to capture, let alone deliver, on an index card.

Jessica Helfand is a designer, artist, and writer. She is a cofounder of Design Observer and the author of numerous books on visual and cultural criticism, including “Face: A Visual Odyssey,” from which this article is excerpted.

We were American Girls: What Addy taught me about Black hair, freedom and myself

Addy Walker wasn’t my first Black doll, but she was my last.

First, there were my brown Cabbage Patch dolls with black yarn hair, pinched faces and plush bodies that smelled like baby powder.

Then Barbie, Skipper and the rest of the gang lured me away. I kept a couple dozen of them in a red duffel bag. Two chocolate bodies stood out in the knot of tangled hair and naked limbs — a Black Barbie and a Black Ken.

My toy collection got a little more “ethnic” with Kenya’s arrival. I brought home this Afro-centric doll sometime after “Malcolm X” hit theaters and during the reign of “In Living Color,” “Living Single” and “Martin” on TV. With Kenya, you could select one of three skin tones — light, medium, or dark. I chose the caramel doll with light eyes that was right in the middle of Blackness, even though my skin was browner and my eyes were darker.

Then I met Addy — not in a toy store, but a library.

I was about nine years old. I ached for Black heroes, real and imaginary, to prove that my experience was not a unique one, that I was not alone in a world in which I was darker than many of my peers. I was old enough to know that being Black meant being different, but too young to understand how my race would impact every aspect of my life. I was sheltered in the working class, mostly white, and Catholic city called Shively within Louisville, Kentucky. My family moved there when I was four. At the time, we were one of three or so Black families on my block. Over the next 30 years, Shively would become one of the neighborhoods in Louisville with the largest concentration of Black people. But in my childhood, I stood out like a spork in a cutlery drawer.

The Shively-Newman branch of the Louisville Free Public Library was one of my safe spaces. Mommy took me there about once every other weekend. After we slid the books we had read into the return slot, we split: Mommy to the room with the adult fiction, me to the left and down the steps to the children’s area. This is where Addy Walker lived.

Addy was a character in the American Girls book series, a collection of stories about fictional girls who lived during significant moments in American history. A former teacher came up with the concept 35 years ago, and began with the stories of three girls. By the time I was in elementary school, there were five American Girls, as described by the publishers at the beginning of each book: “Felicity, a spunky, spritely colonial girl”; “Kirsten, a pioneer girl of strength and spirit”; “Samantha, a bright Victorian beauty”; “Molly, who schemes and dreams on the home front during World War Two.” I was drawn to Addy, “a courageous girl determined to be free in the midst of the Civil War.” She was the only Black American Girl.

Each girl had six books in her collection, their names interchangeable in the titles. Unlike the tales of her white series sisters, Addy’s story was steeped in tragedy. She was a slave when I met her, a piece of property that belonged to Master Stephens, a white man illustrated with a thick mustache and grimace at the beginning of “Meet Addy.” The other American Girls had their hardships. And every girl was in a struggle to find herself and become an independent young woman apart from the people who raised her. But the white American Girls’ fights for freedom were figurative; Addy’s fight was literal. Addy was enslaved, only three-fifths an American Girl.

In “Meet Addy,” I saw this young girl with a face like mine pluck worms from tobacco leaves, feel the fire from the crack of a whip across her back, and cry out when her father and her brother were sold to a different plantation. I was in the small cabin with Addy when her mother told her that the two of them would run for freedom with the hope of reuniting with her father and brother. For pages and pages, I was with Addy as she and Momma, dressed in men’s clothes to keep the hound dogs off their scent, slept during the day and followed train tracks at night toward the house that they prayed was indeed a stop on the Underground Railroad. I held my breath when they had to cross a rushing river and it almost swept Momma away. I didn’t get to see Addy arrive at freedom in “Meet Addy”; when the book ends, she’s hidden on a wagon to be smuggled onto a ship bound for Philadelphia. For Addy’s adventures to begin, she had to risk her life for a chance at freedom, stakes that Felicity, Kirsten, Samantha and Molly would never understand. Without her tragedy, Addy wouldn’t have even been an American Girl.

“Meet Addy” was bold in its depiction of chattel slavery. Yet Addy smiled on the cover beneath her straw bonnet, her head turned toward me. I could see that she was a survivor. But the book and the rest of the series put Addy’s struggles in a distant past that I was too young to connect to the present. I couldn’t see the throughline of Addy’s escape to freedom and the struggles that I would wade through for the rest of my life.

The merchandising that accompanied the books was just as American as the girls. Not only could I read the books, but I could also buy a doll in the likeness of my favorite character, plus the accessories and outfits that corresponded with each story in her series. A thick, square American Girl catalog found its way to our mailbox one day when I was in fourth grade. It displayed the girls and their corresponding merchandise in chronological order, which put Addy right in the middle, her picture divided by staples and the thick, white order form. Addy, like the other girls, was displayed horizontally like a centerfold so her body filled up two pages. The Addy Walker doll was literature made palpable. And it would cost $115 to get her home. Barbie dolls only required an upfront investment of about fifteen bucks. A Cabbage Patch was a little more. But $115? That was asking a lot from Mommy. Even though my parents were in a relationship and worked together, they lived separately — me, Mommy, my older half-brother Timmy and my uncle Bobby in the ranch-style home in Shively; Daddy in a one-bedroom bachelor pad with velvet paintings and mirrors on every wall. The arrangement left Mommy as the head of the household. Major decisions like $100-plus purchases went through her.

I realized that money didn’t come easy. It came from Mommy being on her feet doing hair well into the evening, five days a week. She never talked to me much about money or the lack thereof.

“It’s your job to be a kid,” she said.

But I knew not to disturb her on Sunday evenings when she gathered her spiral notebook, checkbook and stacks of twenties from her customers. Her quick additions and subtractions filled the lined pages at all angles. I couldn’t understand what the numbers meant, and I was too afraid to ask.

I went for a subtle approach to get Addy — I studied the American Girl catalog like homework whenever we were both at the kitchen table. Eventually, she caught on.

“I know you want Addy, but we’ll have to save up to get her,” she said.

Mommy offered me a deal — she would put aside the money she made from tips and $5 eyebrow arches so I could order Addy. I agreed, and she got to work.

It took a whole summer to collect $115.

Mommy kept her tips and eyebrow arch money in a white security envelope, the same kind in which she tucked bill payments.

“How are we doing?” I asked every week when she tallied the numbers.

“Almost,” Mommy said.

One Sunday, Mommy removed all of the bills from the envelope. I watched as she counted and sorted fives and ones into neat piles in front of her.

She smiled.

“We’ve got enough,” Mommy said.

One day, Mommy and I pulled into our driveway. Uncle Bobby stood on the front porch and leaned over the white metal railing. I could hear him from inside the car.

“She’s here! She’s here!”

Addy was dressed in the same clothes she had worn at the end of “Meet Addy” when a member of the Underground Railroad named Miss Caroline helped deliver Addy and Momma to Philadelphia: a pale pink dress with wiggly white stripes and white buttons that “was prettier than any she had imagined when she dreamed about freedom”; white bloomers, and a straw bonnet with a navy ribbon that tied under her chin. I held a hero in my hands, and she was as beautiful as I imagined her to be.

I removed her straw bonnet so I could see her hair.

Mommy raised her eyebrows.

“Addy could use a relaxer,” she said.

Addy had nappy hair. Wefts of coarse, black hair covered her head. When I undid her braid, the roughness of the strands amazed me. It would need special attention, according to the booklet tucked into her box. I could only use a small, wire wig brush on her hair, and I had to use my fingers to work out any knots.

I had never felt hair like that on a doll. I had never felt hair like that on my own head.

The Black dolls I loved before Addy Walker had straight hair like mine. It wasn’t the hair with which I was born – it was the hair my mother gave me. It was the same hair that she and my father gave their clients at their hair salon. Every six weeks, Mommy straightened my hair with relaxer, a chemical concoction that feels like cold pudding and smells like a science experiment.

With such a regular schedule, my roots didn’t have the chance to grow more than a quarter inch or so in between relaxer touch ups. The suggestion of rough, coarse hair that appeared closer to the end of the six-week mark was the only hint of how similar my real hair could be to Addy’s.

To love Addy’s hair, I’d also have to love my own natural texture. But I didn’t know how.

Addy’s hair tangled easily. Her strands would be knotted when I picked her up from the corner of my daybed, no matter how gently I handled her. With the wire brush, I heard pops of hair break off and see it wind into the brush’s bristles. I’d never had a doll with nappy hair. Neither had Mommy. We didn’t know what to do except to keep brushing when there were knots and try to leave her alone as much as possible. I couldn’t. Within months, Addy had bald spots on her tiny head from all the hair I’d broken off. I could see bare brown plastic and tracks where the kinky doll hair should’ve been.  I saw in Addy what my mother must have seen in my own curls — a nuisance.

Mommy took me to an American Girl meetup at a bookstore in our end of town. I was one of the only Black girls there, and the only one with Addy. The other little girls probably didn’t have to worry about their dolls’ hair. They could go on adventures and be brave and take chances, just like the white American Girls in the books. For the first time, I was ashamed that Addy was so different from the other girls. Unlike the Cabbage Patch dolls and Barbie dolls and Kenya dolls, she couldn’t fit in with the white dolls. And if she couldn’t fit in, neither did I. It didn’t matter that my own hair was just as straight as the girls drinking juice and eating dry cookies beneath the dull, flickering fluorescent lights. When you took away the relaxer, I was Addy — a nappy-headed Black girl who descended from slaves, carrying the weight of the ancestors’ deferred dreams on shoulders too small for such a burden.

The same year Addy arrived, the maker of American Girl dolls released a line of contemporary dolls. Instead of choosing between five historical figures, you could personalize one of the “American Girls of Today” to look just like you — or the idea you had formed about who you thought you were. Everything could be adapted to your tastes — the girl’s skin tone, eye color, hair texture.

I wanted another doll.

I wanted a straight-haired girl.

I wanted another chance.

I couldn’t tell Mommy, though. Not after a summer’s worth of eyebrow arches. Yet she let me order some of the modern American Girls of Today clothes for Addy, a compromise she must have known I needed. I couldn’t straighten Addy’s hair, but I could change her clothes. So a few weeks later, I slipped Addy out of that pink dress, bloomers, and bonnet. I replaced them with blue jeans, a purple varsity jacket that looked like the ones worn by the football players in the Sweet Valley High books, and a little pair of black Chucks. I pulled Addy’s hair back into a braid and placed a baseball cap on her head to hide the bald spots.

For the first time since Addy arrived at my house, she didn’t look like the book character I had grown to love and admire. I still carried Addy’s story of bondage and freedom from the pages into my heart. I knew she could never be an American Girl of Today, something I wanted so desperately for both of us. If she looked like she was in a costume when I put her in modern clothes, was I also wearing a costume by keeping my hair unnaturally straight? Would I, like Addy, never fit in?

I did what kids do when something’s too hard: I put Addy away to play with something else. When she first came home, Addy rested amongst a huddle of stuffed animals in the corner of my white wrought-iron daybed. A couple of years later, when I was about to begin middle school, I placed her on the first shelf of my closet. She joined the milk crate of Berenstain Bears and Little Critter hardbacks. Addy watched as I filled the closet with polo shirts and khakis required at my middle school. She saw me cut out pictures of boy band members and celebrities from the latest Seventeen and YM magazines and tape them on the back of my bedroom door, which stayed closed more and more with each passing year. She watched me forget about her.

I kept Addy in the closet for about 25 years. Addy became the only sign that a little girl had ever lived in my bedroom. Once I had gotten settled into a career after college, Mommy put a couple of coats of eggshell over the robin’s egg blue walls, added a full bed, hung some pictures, and called it a “guest room.” Then, Daddy moved in and turned the guest room into a dressing area.

By the end of my twenties, my husband, my straight hair and I had moved on up to a two-story house not too far from Shively. By the middle of my thirties, the husband, the house and the relaxer were memories, and I was making a new life in my own home. Maybe all that change inspired Mommy, who decided to reclaim her guest room and began clearing out the closet.

“Do you want your Addy Walker doll and all her stuff?” she asked me one day.

It was time to take my girl home.

Mommy gave Addy back to me one Sunday after our weekly family dinner. Addy’s clothes were still folded inside tiny cardboard boxes that were crowded inside a gift bag that was at least as old as the doll. Addy still wore the modern outfit from my attempt at her assimilation. I brought her home in a canvas tote that I hugged against my torso. As my dogs chased one another from the living room to the bedroom, I examined Addy with the wonder I had when I first took her out of the box all those years ago. I saw myself in her nappy hair. And I was happy.

Mitch McConnell caught off guard as Fox host grills him on GOP support for Trump’s election lies

During a Fox News appearance this week, Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell claimed that the GOP is moving on from fights over the 2020 election and focusing on opposing President Joe Biden. But Fox host Bret Baier wanted to know why the former president’s name appears in so many Republican fundraising e-mails if it has really left Trump, and the election he continues to dispute, in the past.

When McConnell tried to dodge Baier’s question, the host didn’t back down and told the Senate minority leader, “I’m going to try one more time. Since April 24, fundraising e-mails from Republicans have mentioned the former president 97 times — an average of more than five times a day. You’re saying the focus is not on the past, but you’re using the former president’s name — and Republicans are — to raise money for 2022.”

The 79-year-old McConnell, who was first elected to the U.S. Senate in 1984, remained evasive — telling Baier, “Well, look, each individual candidate is going to use whatever appeal they think works to try to raise money. I’m not in the money-raising business; I’m in the Senate business. And what we’re trying to do here is to make some progress for the country.”

Here are responses to McConnell’s Fox News appearance that have been posted on Twitter:

Gal Gadot confirms that Joss Whedon threatened her career

When Ray Fisher (Cyborg) accused “Justice League” director Joss Whedon of “gross, abusive, unprofessional, and completely unacceptable” behavior on set, his co-stars rallied behind him in a show of support and solidarity. Gal Gadot (Wonder Woman) hinted that she was involved in issues of her own but never clarified what happened, but sources at The Hollywood Reporter had it that Whedon “threatened to harm Gadot’s career.” Now, Gadot has confirmed this to Israeli outlet N12.”

Gadot was quick to support Fisher when he made his allegations, though she noted in an earlier interview that she was not with her co-stars when they filmed with Whedon. “I wasn’t there with the guys when they shot with Joss Whedon — I had my own experience with [him], which wasn’t the best one, but I took care of it there and when it happened. I took it to the higher-ups, and they took care of it. But I’m happy for Ray to go up and say his truth.”

Gadot never clarified what the “experience” was or what Whedon did that led her to go to Warner Bros. executives. She was called in to answer questions during the investigation of Ray Fisher’s case, but the question about her own experience lingered.

Joss Whedon threatened Gal Gadot’s career while filming “Justice League”

Gadot clarified what happened in the new interview. “He kind of threatened my career and said if I did something, he would make my career miserable,” she said. “I handled it on the spot.”

Whedon was brought on board “Justice League” after original director Zack Snyder stepped away from the production following the death of his daughter. Whedon undertook reshoots that changed the trajectory of the movie. This became the foundation for the Snyder Cut movement that gave rise to Zack Snyder’s “Justice League,” which is now out on HBO Max.

Fisher, Gadot and the other members of the cast, including Ezra Miller, Ben Affleck and Jason Momoa, all spoke very highly of their experience working with Snyder and openly supported the Snyder Cut movement, which contrasts sharply with their support of Fisher and his claims against Whedon.

Though fans may never know all the details of what happened between Gadot and Whedon, Gadot’s confirmation that Whedon threatened her career is enough. Warner Bros. concluded its investigation, but it sounds like the case isn’t closed just yet.

Rhubarb: How to use this harbinger of spring in every type of dish, from tomato sauce to sandwiches

Rhubarb can be a curious thing. While many are ostensibly aware of it, this peculiar produce is certainly neither the most common nor the most popular ingredient. Looking a bit like celery’s crimson cousin, it’s the inverse-tomato; a vegetable masquerading as a fruit, often playing second fiddle to strawberry or other more ubiquitous fruits in tarts, crumbles and crisps. Rhubarb rarely steps into the spotlight on its own volition — until now. 

The perennial ruby vegetable signals the onset of spring, a surefire indicator that the weather is warming and flowers are blossoming. Its color is a vibrant ruby-red, and the inside of the stalks are an aloe vera-like, deep-greenish and verdant ala cucumber. The peculiar stalks originated in central Asia; they were originally used strictly for medicinal purposes in traditional Chinese medicine.

In fact, rhubarb may date back as far as 2700 BC. The BBC notes that the crop was initially transported from China and Siberia to Italy in the 13th century before being brought to England by the early 1600s. It also became a highly desired bartering tool and currency; it’s said to have been worth as much as saffron. The first known published mention of sweetened rhubarb is in a 1760 cookbook by Hannah Glasse, according to Foods of England.

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At some point, sugarcane cultivation resulted in a bounty of sugar, which someone happened to combine with rhubarb and voila — the idea of its primary inclusion in desserts came to fruition. This may also be because it’s not often eaten in its raw form — it has a biting, astringent note. However, when cooked down with some sugar or honey, its harsh edges are softened, it breaks down and becomes jam-like and its flavor becomes appealing, bright and decisively fruity. The rhubarb-sugar pairing has clearly helped to frame the way that the vegetable is understood, served and enjoyed in the present day. 

Be sure to steer clear of the leaves — they actually contain highly poisonous toxins. Trim them, immediately discard them and keep your focus on those beautiful stalks. Aside from its culinary purposes, rhubarb was also used for its medicinal benefits for many years. As far as the whole fruit/vegetable dichotomy, Taste of Home notes that the U.S. Customs Court deemed rhubarb a fruit instead of a vegetable in 1947. This was due to the differing tax rates between the two produce classifications. What a world, huh?!

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Check out a close-up of this unique red stalk. (Photo by Getty Images)

Now that you’re ready to get to cooking, check out my flavorful recipes for sausage and rhubarb sandwiches and roasted rhubarb-tomato sauce. Then, stick around for a crash course in rhubarb coulis, purées and syrups. 

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This originally started as a play on a relative standard rhubarb barbecue sauce before it took on a life of its own. It’s very complex and deep, with tons of different, nuanced flavor notes; it’s delicious with chicken, steaks and ribs; it’s excellent either grilled or roasted; plus, it’s a great marinade. Don’t skimp on applying this sauce — chicken and ribs especially benefit from a lot of it! Feel free to reapply multiple times throughout the cooking process, and cook until the sauce is sticky, browned and imbued into the protein. 

Recipe: Roasted Rhubarb-Tomato Sauce

Ingredients: 

  • 2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
  • 3 large tomatoes, cored and roughly chopped
  • 4 stalks rhubarb, leaves removed, roughly chopped
  • 1 onion, roughly chopped
  • 3 garlic cloves, smashed
  • Kosher salt
  • Freshly cracked black pepper 
  • 1 tablespoon tomato paste
  • 1 teaspoon soy sauce
  • 1.5 teaspoons molasses
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 1 teaspoon apple cider vinegar
  • 1/2 teaspoon chili powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon sumac
  • 1/2 teaspoon paprika
  • 1 teaspoon cocoa powder
  • Water or stock 

Directions:

  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Combine tomato, rhubarb, onion, garlic, salt and pepper; and spread evenly on sheet tray. Cook 20-30 minutes, or until tender and lightly browned.
  2. Carefully transfer roasted fruits and vegetables to a large, heavy-bottomed saucepan. Heat over medium heat, add tomato paste and caramelize for 5 minutes. (Be careful not to burn, but you want to get some significant color.)
  3. Add soy, molasses, honey and apple cider vinegar; stir. Add chili powder, sumac, paprika and cocoa powder. Stir, and cook 10-15 minutes until warmed through. Taste for seasoning; add salt and pepper. Let cool.
  4. Once cooled, transfer to blender or food processor and blend until smooth. Add water or vegetable stock until sauce is the consistency of barbecue sauce. Store in an airtight container, or use immediately. 

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This is in the vein of sausage and peppers — you just swap out the peppers for rhubarb! The savory roasted grapes offer an amazing pop of flavor. 

Recipe: Sausage and Rhubarb Sandwiches with Roasted Balsamic-Thyme Grapes

Ingredients: 

  • Extra virgin olive oil
  • 4 links sweet or spicy Italian sausage, split in half
  • 4 stalks rhubarb, leaves removed, cut into 4-inch hunks 
  • Kosher salt
  • Freshly cracked black pepper 
  • 1 bunch grapes, washed and dried
  • 1 onion, halved, peeled, and sliced
  • 3 garlic cloves, smashed
  • 2 tablespoons balsamic
  • Fresh thyme, stripped from stems
  • 1-2 baguettes
  • Sliced provolone, optional

Directions:

  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. On a sheet tray, place sausage and rhubarb. Drizzle with olive oil, salt and pepper. Cook until sausage is deeply browned and rhubarb is tender.
  2. On a separate sheet pan, mix grapes with balsamic, thyme, onion, garlic, olive oil, salt and pepper. Cook until some grapes have burst and balsamic has reduced. 
  3. Slice baguette into thirds, and cut each in half. Pile sausage, rhubarb, grapes and provolone (if using). Toast in oven for 5 minutes, until bread is beginning to crisp and the filling is hot. 

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The Wonderful World of Rhubarb Syrups, Coulis, and Purées

How to make a standard rhubarb syrup:

  • 2-3 stalks rhubarb, leaves removed, roughly chopped
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • Water
  1. In a saucepan over medium-low heat, combine rhubarb, sugar and a small amount of water. Cook for 15-20 minutes, or until rhubarb is fully tender. Strain with a fine-mesh strainer; discard solids. Store syrup in an airtight container. 

How to make a honey-orange syrup variation:

  • 2-3 stalks rhubarb, leaves removed, roughly chopped
  • 1.5 tablespoons honey
  • Zest of 1 orange
  • Juice of 1 orange
  1. In a saucepan over medium-low heat, combine all ingredients. Cook for 15 minutes, or until rhubarb is fully tender. Strain with a fine-mesh strainer; discard solids. Store in an airtight container. 

Other variations: 

  • If you purée the mixture and then strain, you end up with a coulis.
  • If you simply purée the mixture, it becomes a rustic, chunky jam.

Now, let’s put these wonderful creations to use!

How to use a syrup:

  • Mix into spirits or liquors, top with seltzer or ginger-ale, garnish with nutmeg (It’s especially delicious with vermouth and champagne!)
  • Mix with juices (It pairs very well with passionfruit and strawberry!)
  • Add to a shrub
  • Mix into lemonades or iced teas (Fresh mint is a delicious addition!) 
  • Blend into cake, pound cake or cupcake batters — blend until homogeneous for a pink-tinted cake, or pour a drizzle into batter just before baking for a striking, ruby-streaked cake
  • Blend into whipped cream or buttercream 
  • Stir into a glass of milk or buttermilk

How to use a coulis:

  • Drizzle over pavlova or meringue
  • Add to yogurt, fool or parfait
  • Drizzle over pancakes or waffles
  • Drizzle over ice cream
  • Serve with cake
  • Drizzle over cheesecake or key lime pie

How to use a purée: 

  • Use as an accouterment on a cheese platter or with charcuterie
  • Serve with whipped goat cheese, crusty bread and/or crackers
  • Serve with grilled chicken or fish
  • Blend into a smoothie
  • Top crostini
  • Blend into a margarita

How to make a perfect Air Mail cocktail at home — all you need are four ingredients

Few designs catapult me right back into my feelings like seeing the Par Avion / Via Air Mail wings printed on an envelope edged in maroon and navy diagonal lines that suggest swift movement across vast distances. That incomparable feeling, the relief of connection after separation, is hard to imitate precisely with today’s digital tools and unlimited long-distance phone calls, though immediacy can make up for a relative lack of drama. Any way you receive the message, knowing that someone is thinking about you, and has taken the time and made the effort to reach out and say so, feels good, especially if you’ve been somewhat isolated for any reason. 

That relief of connection is also partly what we seek when we sit down together for a long, in-depth conversation over drinks. Distance — however we measure it — has been conquered, at least for the moment. Drinks are just the vehicle to pull each other close, without the distraction of a meal or an activity, and really listen to the answer to “how are you doing?” 

Has it been a while since you felt that connection? What can you do today to make that feeling happen for you and someone you miss? Consider inviting a friend or two over for a round of Air Mails, or mix yourself one and text or call a friend you haven’t heard from in a while. 

The Air Mail follows the same basic formula as a French 75 — base spirit plus citrus and a sweetener, topped with champagne — blended into a harmonious crowd-pleaser with a rich sweetness, thanks to the honey syrup cut with the brightness of lime juice. 

According to James Meehan’s “Meehan’s Bartender’s Manual,” this drink — popular in the 1940s — was reintroduced to the canon by historian David Wondrich in his first cocktails book in 2002, sourced from a 1930s recipe pamphlet produced by Bacardí. So, I reach for one of their aged rums when mixing an Air Mail. I like Bacardí Reserva Ocho in this one (and, truth be told, in most classic cocktails), and their Añejo Cuatro works well, too. In any case, you want a rum with some complexity whose flavors will be enhanced — not overshadowed — by the honey and the champagne. 

Because the Air Mail is made with honey syrup, you’ll want to adjust for sugar content on the bubbly end, depending on your taste. If you prefer cocktails on the less-sweet side, go for a champagne marked Brut, or Extra Brut or even Brut Nature if you have even less of a sweet tooth. (“Extra Dry” and “Dry” are sweeter than the Brut levels — the labels are tricky like that.) Prosecco is a handy sparkling to keep stocked at home because of its ability to lift a cocktail without interfering too much with its other flavors, and it can certainly sub in here. But I believe the bready flavors a champagne brings to the cocktail help the rum and honey really sing. 

On glassware: I have been served Air Mails in champagne flutes and cocktail coupes, too, but I agree with Difford’s Guide, which describes it as a “short drink served long” and suggest the classic serving: in a highball, Collins or fizz glass — anything tall and thin with a flat bottom — with ice, so the stem of a flute, which otherwise helps protect chilled champagne from being warmed by your hands, isn’t entirely necessary. 

Ingredients:

  • 1 oz. aged or gold rum
  • 1/2 oz. fresh lime juice
  • 1/2 oz. honey syrup
  • Brut champagne
  • Orange twist
  • Ice for shaking and serving

Gear:

You don’t need any specialty equipment to mix a simple cocktail. Improvise with what you have; take a hammer to a baggie of ice if you want. But here’s what I keep at hand:

Instructions:

To make the honey syrup: Add 1/2 cup boiling water to 1/2 cup of honey, shake until dissolved, cool. 

To make the cocktail: Fill a shaker with ice. Add rum, lime juice (fresh squeezed is best) and honey syrup. Shake and strain into a Collins, fizz or other tall, thin glass filled with ice, then top with champagne. Dress it up with a wee paper airplane or postage stamp on a cocktail pick for garnish, or a twist of orange.

Variations:

If you like the Air Mail and you’re a gin fan, try the French 75 instead. (Here’s the Oracle Pour’s read on that drink.) I like to use Mike’s Hot Honey when making a honey syrup for an extra kick of spice in cocktails. There are other brands of flavored honeys you can experiment with, too.  

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How to use one cake pan for any baking recipe

Award-winning cookbook author Alice Medrich is here to help you bake smarter, not harder, with game-changing recipes and aha-moment techniques. Today, we’re breaking down a question we’ve asked ourselves, oh, a million times: How do we adapt cake pan sizes in baking recipes? (Say, something calls for a 8×8-inch, but you only have an 9×9.) Alice will show you with just a little math. 

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The brownie recipe you want to make calls for an 8-inch square pan, but your only square pan is a 9-inch. Should you risk it? Maybe you want to double or triple a recipe but you aren’t sure which pan to use, or maybe you have a specific large pan but don’t know how many times to multiply your recipe in order to fill it.

How do you adapt different cake pan sizes for different recipes? 

The answers to these and similar questions (asked endlessly in cooking classes!) do not involve rocket science, but just enough elementary school math to calculate the area of a square, rectangle, or circle. I love the math (and I’ve included a little math review below if you want to brush up), but I’m sharing my chart in case you don’t have my thing for math.  

The handy list below (or some basic math, also explained below) will tell you the surface area of your pan. Once you know the area of any pan, you can compare it to the area of another pan to see how much bigger or smaller it is. You can divide the area of a large pan by the area of a small pan to figure out how many times to multiply a recipe to fill the larger pan with the same depth of batter (more on that later).

Handy list (with the numbers rounded up to the nearest inch):

Area of square/rectangle pans:

  • 6 x 6 = 36 square inches
  • 7 x 7 = 49 square inches
  • 8 x 8 = 64 square inches
  • 9 x 9 = 81 square inches
  • 9 x 13 = 117 square inches
  • 12 x 16 (half-sheet pan) = 192 square inches

Area of round pans:

  • 5 inch = 20 square inches
  • 6 inch = 29 square inches
  • 7 inch = 39 square inches
  • 8 inch = 50 square inches
  • 9 inch = 64 square inches
  • 10 inch = 79 square inches
  • 12 inch = 113 square inches

Geometry review:

I don’t always have the chart at hand; I often just do the math!

For squares and rectangles: The area of a square or rectangular pan is calculated by multiplying one side times the other side. The area of an 8-inch square is 64 square inches because 8 x 8 = 64; the area of a 9 x 13-inch pan is 117 square inches because 9 x 13 = 117. Easy. 

For rounds: The area of a circle equals π times the radius squared. In case you don’t remember, π = 3.14; the radius of a circle is half of its diameter; and squaring means multiplying a number by itself. Ready? To calculate the area of an 8-inch round pan, multiply 3.14 (π) by 4 (because it’s half of 8) times 4. Thus, the area of an 8-inch circle is 3.14 x 4 x 4, approximately 50 square inches. Not so hard!

Just by glancing at the two pans, you might think that a 9-inch pan is very close in size to an 8-inch pan of the same shape, thus making it a reasonable substitute. But if you check the chart, you’ll find that a 9-inch square pan is more than 25% larger than an 8-inch square pan. (The relationship between a 9-inch and 8-inch round pan is similar.) Such a considerable difference will result in a 9-inch batch of very thin brownies that may be over-baked by the time you check them for doneness (because thin brownies bake faster than thick ones). Knowing this beforehand, you can increase the recipe by 25% for results as thick than the original recipe intended. If you want brownies that are even a tad thicker than the original recipe, you can even increase the recipe by 33%. 

Let’s try an example: How many times should you multiply an 8-inch brownie recipe to fill a 9- x 13-inch pan or a 12- x 16-inch half sheet? To figure this out, divide the area of the larger pan by the area of the 8-inch pan.  

  • For the 9- x 13-inch pan: 117 divided by 64 = 1.82, which is close enough to 2 that you can confidently double the recipe for the larger pan.  
  • For the half sheet: 192 divided by 64 is exactly 3, so you can multiply the recipe times 3.  

Using similar math, you can calculate how many times to multiply the recipe for a round cake to make a large rectangular sheet cake. And don’t forget that you don’t always have to multiply recipes by whole numbers—it’s perfectly fine to multiply a recipe by 1 1/2 or 2 2/3. 

About now, you might be wondering about eggs. It’s nice if you can increase recipes so that you don’t have to deal with fractions of eggs — by increasing a 2-egg batter by 1 1/2 or a 3-egg batter by 1/3 or 2/3, for example — but it is not essential.

Here’s what to do if you multiply a recipe and end up needing part of an egg: Set aside any whole eggs you need. Next, whisk the other egg to blend the white and yolk; weigh it (preferably in grams); then weigh out the fraction of the egg that you need for the recipe and add that to the whole eggs. If you need 40% of a 50-gram egg, that’s 20 grams of the whisked egg. When egg whites and yolks are used separately, weigh and measure them in the same way, but separately. Add leftover egg parts to your morning scramble. See, no waste and still no rocket science!

The chart (or your ability to do the math) is extremely valuable: Use it but don’t be a slave to it. When I make brownies in a large quantity, I like them to be about the same thickness as they are in a small batch, so I stay close to the chart. But, when I increase the dimensions of a birthday cake, I often make it a bit taller than the original (in other words, I round up when multiplying) because the proportions are visually more pleasing. For example, if I am making a 12-inch round cake using a recipe meant for an 8-inch pan, I divide the area of the 12-inch round pan (113) by the area of the 8-inch round (50 inches) and get 2.26. But instead of multiplying the recipe by just 2.26, I might multiply it by 3 so that the cake will turn out tall and lofty. See: Love the chart, but don’t let it bully you! 

When you round things up like that, don’t go overboard: Pans should not be filled more than about 2/3 full or batter may overflow. If you do end up with too much batter, scrape the excess into cupcake molds or a mini cake pan — bonus cakes never go uneaten! 

When you increase recipes and bake in larger pans, you should anticipate longer baking — anywhere from a little longer if the pans are filled to the same level as the original recipe to considerably longer if you are making the cake taller by filling the pan a bit more. If you are making a smaller amount of the recipe, check earlier than you think you need. And always use a cake tester to check to see if the cake is finished.

Here are 10 baking recipes to put your newfound knowledge to good use: 

1. Triple-Chocolate Olive Oil Brownies

Bittersweet chocolate, chocolate syrup, and Dutch-process cocoa powder make these brownies as chocolatey as can be. We love the olive oil’s grassy flavor, but feel free to swap in canola if you’re not a fan. 

2. Cook’s Illustrated’s Blondies

Meet the blondie recipe that will ruin you for all others. Don’t say we didn’t warn you! Made with melted butter, they’re just as gooey and fudgy as a blondie should be. 

3. Peanut Butter Sheet Cake 

“Bake this peanut butter sheet cake for birthday parties, celebrations, or just because,” writes recipe developer EmilyC. “It’s so easy to assemble, feeds a crowd, and will put a smile on everyone’s face.” 

4. Magic Cookie Bars

When we say magic, we mean it. These classic cookie bars include graham cracker crumbs, sweetened condensed milk, semisweet chocolate chips, toasted nuts, shredded coconut, and coconut flakes. Oh, and butter, because of course. 

5. Lemon Bars With A Salty Olive Oil Crust

While most lemon bar crusts are butter-based, like a classic shortbread, this one opts for a modern upgrade: olive oil instead. A generous pinch of salt brings out the olive oil’s savoriness in a way the lemons really love. Serve extra-cold with confectioners’ sugar dusted on top. 

Additional ideas from the editors:

6. Minnie Utsey’s No-Fail Cornbread

This recipe is exactly as its name promises: no-fail. For that reason, I come back to it time and time again anytime a cornbread craving hits. Scale it up or down as needed, but I guarantee there will be none left over.

7. Mochi Banana Bread 

“What happens to classic banana bread when you swap in sweet rice flour?” asks recipe developer Joy Cho. “The result is neither wholly mochi nor traditional banana bread — it’s a lovely in-between, decidedly familiar with a fun textural twist.” Glutinous rice flour brings mochi’s signature chewy texture to the world of banana bread. Even better: it requires only about half the time in the oven as a typical banana bread would.

8. Powdered Donut Cake

This brilliant dessert mashup comes from Snacking Cakes (the book, but also the concept) queen, Yossy Arefi. It’s light and fluffy with all the powdered sugar goodness of your favorite childhood donut holes. The best part? Arefi encourages experimentation and even provides suggested measurements for various pan sizes.

9. Madeira Cake

This simple European cake is so much more delicious than the sum of its parts. Light sponge flavored with just a hint of citrus, this cake is the perfect accompaniment to a cup of coffee or tea, or even fortified wine (just like its name implies!)

10. Chocolate Cake with Peanut Butter Frosting and Salty Peanuts

For the chocolate-peanut butter lovers in your life. This may just be their dream birthday cake, and now you can easily scale it to accommodate any number of guests.

 

“Corrosive beliefs are at the heart of what America is”: James Tynion on conspiracy theories

In his oft-cited 1964 Harper’s magazine article “The Paranoid Style in American Politics”, historian and political scientist Richard Hofstadter observed how:

American politics has often been an arena for angry minds . . . I call it the paranoid style simply because no other word adequately evokes the sense of heated exaggeration, suspiciousness, and conspiratorial fantasy that I have in mind. In using the expression “paranoid style” I am not speaking in a clinical sense, but borrowing a clinical term for other purposes. I have neither the competence nor the desire to classify any figures of the past or present as certifiable lunatics. In fact, the idea of the paranoid style as a force in politics would have little contemporary relevance or historical value if it were applied only to men with profoundly disturbed minds. It is the use of paranoid modes of expression by more or less normal people that makes the phenomenon significant. Of course this term is pejorative, and it is meant to be; the paranoid style has a greater affinity for bad causes than good.

Some 50 years later Hofstadter’s warning is much too generous. Today’s Republican Party has taken the paranoid style and made itself into the most dangerous political organization in the world today.  It seeks to overthrow American democracy and replace it with a type of new Jim Crow apartheid regime. Political violence against Democrats, liberals, progressives, non-whites, and any others deemed to be “the enemy” is being increasingly normalized.

TrumpWorld and the MAGAverse are trying to annihilate empirical reality and the truth to advance the Republican Party and white right’s agenda. The George Orwell- and Joseph Goebbels-inspired “Big Lie” that Trump won the 2020 presidential election is now accepted as literal gospel by the many tens of millions of people who belong to the Trump-Republican cult.

This malignant reality is tied together by such conspiracy theories as QAnon, a belief in a “plot” by the “deep state” that removed Trump from office, that there are various “elites” such as George Soros on the “left” who are working to destroy “traditional” (white) America, and somehow the “white race” is being “replaced” by non-white immigrants.

Democracy requires a shared consensus reality. It is a dire crisis when tens of millions of Americans have lost their ability to properly understand reality and to separate fact from fiction because of their belief in conspiracy theories. Matters are even worse – and a society is thrust into an existential crisis – when “conspiracism” takes hold.

In an interview with the Economist, Nancy Rosenblum and Russell Muirhead, who are the co-authors of the recent book “A Lot of People Are Saying: The New Conspiracism and the Assault on Democracy”, explain conspiracism and its dangers in the following way:  

Conspiracy theory has always been part of political life. So long as those who exercise power are secretive and self-serving — and so long as democratic citizens value vigilance and even a degree of mistrust — it always will be. Some theories are far-fetched, but sometimes the dots and patterns that support a conspiracy theory prove the charge.

What we’re seeing today is something different: conspiracy without the theory. Its proponents dispense with evidence and explanation. Their charges take the form of bare assertion: “The election is rigged!” Yet the accusation does not point to any evidence of fraud. Or take Pizzagate, the claim that Hillary Clinton is running a child sex-trafficking ring in a pizzeria in Washington, DC. It doesn’t connect to a single observable thing in the world — it’s sheer fabulation. And in America, this new conspiracism now comes directly from the president, who employs his office to impose his compromised sense of reality on the nation.

Rosenblum and Muirhead continue:

The new conspiracism obliterates nuance and judgment and replaces it with a distorted unreality in which some things are wholly good and others (say, Hillary Clinton) wholly evil. This is its appeal. And something with such political force will be taken up everywhere by those who seek to abandon regular processes and disrupt established institutions, and especially by those who reject the idea of a “loyal opposition.”

The counter-force comes from the authority of knowledge-producing institutions (that is, courts, expert-staffed agencies, research universities) on one side, and democratic common sense on the other. Wherever conspiracism is reshaping public life, two preventatives are vital: to defend the integrity of knowledge-producing institutions and bolster confidence in the ballast of common sense.

What if those individuals and groups who are deeply committed to conspiracy theories and conspiracism had the power to actually change empirical reality to fit their deranged beliefs through sheer force of will? Who then would be tasked with stopping them?

This is the premise of James Tynion’s bestselling comic book series “The Department of Truth” (art by Martin Simmonds; published by Image Comics). Tynion is also the current writer of “Batman.”

Tynion’s other work includes the Eisner and Harvey award-winning comic book series “Something is Killing the Children.” He also received the GLAAD Media Award for Outstanding Comic Book for “The Woods.”

In this conversation, Tynion reflects on the challenges of being creative and focused during a moment when time itself seems to be broken by the coronavirus pandemic and its season of death. He also shares how a desire to tell uncomfortable truths and push creative boundaries motives his work as seen in “Batman” and “The Department of Truth”.

Tynion also highlights the challenges involved in writing a timely and very topical comic book series such as “The Department of Truth” in a moment when truth often feels stranger than fiction and reflects on the growing power of conspiracy theories and conspiracism in America.

This conversation has been edited for length and clarity.

The comic book industry is very deadline focused. The coronavirus pandemic has distorted time and in many ways people’s perceptions of reality here in the United States and around the world. How has that impacted your work and creativity?

It has been a very difficult year on that front. This is especially true because there are times when I have streaks where I am incredibly productive. But I have had other weeks, especially in the height of pandemic where I’d be falling behind on every single front. At that point you are just doing things in piecemeal fashion because there is a whole machine that moves without you. But then there is no satisfaction with having finished any one project in its entirety at once.

Thankfully, it helps that I have a few projects that the public is really responding to. I just put my head down and dig into the work and hope that it all ends up good.

How do you maintain that discipline? There are many people who have been languishing during the pandemic. Unable to focus and be productive. There are collective PTSD and other mental health challenges here in the United States because of the coronavirus pandemic and Trumpism. What allowed you to maintain your drive?

I have been probably leaning into some habits that I am going to have to unlearn. I am someone who has always had a difficult time with not working. I wake up in the morning and I’m usually thinking about work, and then I go to sleep thinking about work. As I move more and more into my adult life I know I can’t let that happen as much. Beyond being a very strange moment in our world and country’s history, this has also been a very strange moment in terms of my own personal career.

I’m currently writing the main “Batman” comic for DC. The spotlight is on me, and I need to be conscious of what I am using that spotlight for. What types of stories do I want to write? What do I want to do with this opportunity? Do I want to focus on mass market appeal? Or do I want to say the things that I’m thinking and try to express those personal ideas through my work?

I have a responsibility with writing “Batman” to test the boundaries a little bit and to try to do work that might be a little more difficult. People will enjoy reading these comics but it is something where I want to do something more than that.

You are writing the main “Batman” comic book series. That is an accomplishment that most in the comic book industry will never achieve. It is also a great amount of pressure. You also have the new series “The Department of Truth.” That comic book series is very successful and is attracting a great deal of attention. How are you managing the success? Most never get a chance to work at such a high level.

It is a tremendous amount of pressure and it was overwhelming at times. In terms of “Batman” it was made a bit easier for me because I have been working in and around “Batman” comics for almost a decade. There is also the pressure of knowing that the main “Batman” book supports an entire neighborhood of other graphic novels and comic books. I have a tremendous respect for that responsibility, and I want to live up to it. Beginning my series “Department of Truth” while also working on “Batman” is a scary thing.

What was the genesis for “The Department of Truth”? Was it a bolt of lightning or something that you had been meditating on for some time?

It was a lightning bolt followed by two years of research and lots of contemplative thinking. Then there was the business aspect of talking to publishers about how I would want to bring “The Department of Truth” into the world. It all started coming together after Trump’s election. We saw something that was a bad cliché and somehow beyond belief now made real. It was just the shock of the world that I assumed existed not necessarily being the world that actually exists.

I was never one of those people like, “Oh, it could never happen,” but there was an element with Trump winning in 2016 where I felt like we are seeing the true nature of what America is. It was revealing itself to be something that is very different from the America that exists in the minds of a lot of people – or at least in the minds of people in my immediate social circle.

I had a harder time reading fiction and I started reading almost exclusively nonfiction. I wanted to start piecing together how we got to this moment with Trumpism and where we are as a society. I started thinking of American history in the 20th as if Trump was some type of inevitability.

Why were you surprised by Donald Trump’s election in 2016?

I was still a kid. And I still had a very privileged view of the world. I had bought into the story that I was being sold a little bit. Part of that was also because I had the privilege to buy into the story that I was being told. I really wanted to believe in that story. I was in high school during the George W. Bush presidency. Obama was elected. I wanted to believe in the Democratic Party’s vision of America in that moment and as a result I did not think enough about all of the nuances and implications.

“The Department of Truth” is very topical; it focuses on conspiracy theories and the harm they cause. The book is released near the end of Trump’s presidency. When I started reading “The Department of Truth” I did so with some trepidation because the narrative could be so obvious and therefore uninteresting given its timeliness or it could be a stroke of genius if the storytelling cohered, and the concept held up. You accomplished the latter. How did you do it?

That was a huge concern of mine from the very beginning with “The Department of Truth.” I knew the book was timely and I wanted it to come out before the 2020 election. If anything, I was hoping it was going to come out six months earlier than it did. There was a real part of me that felt like “The Department of Truth” is going to be too timely and no one is going to have any interest in it. There was the simultaneous concern that what if readers only engage with the comic book because it was so timely? What happens then long-term? Now everyone stops talking about conspiracy theories in a few months. The name “Trump” actually only appears one time in the entire first volume of “Department of Truth.” That was a deliberate choice.

I wanted to make sure that this was a story about where we are in present day. But it is also a story about the history of conspiracy theories and how they have shaped the 21st century and their aftermath. Dangerous corrosive beliefs are very much at the heart of what America is. In many ways America really is just a shared belief. That is all that America is, a product of storytelling that over centuries, and storytelling that often ignored the deepest, darkest parts of itself. Those deepest darkest parts manifest in these horrible ways. With “Department of Truth” I wanted to tell a story about the history of those fictions.

How did you decide what conspiracy theories to include in “Department of Truth”?

One thing that I knew I wanted to do, especially in the first five issues, was I wanted to focus on conspiracy theories that are actually having an impact on the current moment. I didn’t want to do something superficial that only dealt with older conspiracy theories. Obviously, the JFK assassination is central to the mythology of this book, especially given the fact that Lee Harvey Oswald is an active character in the story. I wanted to make sure that I was writing a story that as much as it explores conspiracy theories it is much more focused on how such beliefs impact people.

“Department of Truth” digs into the detail of what these conspiracy theory beliefs are, but it is never saying this is the true story. I’d never want someone to be able to pick up “The Department of Truth” and use it as a bible to justify their belief in a very dangerous conspiracy. That is the opposite of what I was hoping for with the series. What I want people to better understand from reading “Department of Truth” is that there are people who are helping to spread dangerous ideas for their own gain. For example, propaganda that is used by governments and corporations. I want people to ask themselves, who benefits from the spreading of these beliefs? I want people to question the stories that people tell them. That is in essence of my new comic book series “The Department of Truth.”

Have you received any emails from readers who believe that you are actually explaining reality as its exists and that “Department of Truth” is some type of meta guide to conspiracy theories? Where somehow you are a conspiracist mastermind who has solved the puzzle?

I have not gotten that yet. There is definitely a chance that that could happen, I’m not going to pretend otherwise. One of the main elements of the book is a meditation on consensus reality and how beliefs in conspiracy theories can somehow warp reality and literally manifest themselves as something real.

For example, rather than say, “We’ve been trying to keep everyone from finding out about the secret lizard people who control the government,” what I am articulating through “Department of Truth” is, “Oh God! too many people believe in the secret lizard people and now there’s three of them operating in this one spot.”

One of the recurring themes in “Department of Truth” is how these conspiracy theories create a sense of community for people. Many of the believers are alienated from society but they find other people like them who believe in conspiracies and together they create a sense of meaning for their lives.

A great deal of that conspiracy theory community’s behavior is very similar to the community that comes out of fandom. They feel like they are uncovering something. They are building fan wikis and trying to connect all the dots of the bigger picture. One of the craziest things about QAnon is that for the majority of its existence it was some kind of alternate reality game. In many ways, QAnon was just people engaging with the material and creating their own meaning from it.

A human being can love a piece of fiction so much that it lives and breathes inside their head. That speaks to the power of fiction and the power of ideas. As we’ve seen the decline of organized religion over the last century, especially here in America, people are trying to find organizations that they find meaning and community in. 

Thinking and talking about these subjects always lands in uncomfortable places. Those are the uncomfortable places I want to explore in “The Department of Truth.” 

Eclectic docuseries “Pride” walks viewers through queer American history one decade at a time

Pride,” for all of its stylistic inconsistency, firmly articulates the meaning of declaring a marginalized population “is not a monolith.”

Each of its six episodes is a walk through LGBTQIA+ history, taken a decade a time starting in the 1950s. But routes change along with the time spent and approach taken to various historic landmarks of those 10 years.

“Pride” cites the rock stars and celebrities of the culture but also ensures gay civil rights pioneer Bayard Rustin gets his propers along with activists like Ann Northrop, who recalls the ’80s “with both anger, and despair and joy,” and transmasculine ballroom artist Marquise Vilson Balenciaga, speaking about the absolute necessity of visibility and support.  Trans advocate Ceyenne Doroshow isn’t familiar to the average person; here she is a recurring presence.

Seven queer filmmakers helming these installments, setting the agenda of what is meaningful about their decade from their specific point of view.

Many docuseries can be described thusly but few interpret history as an artist’s carousel. Taking this approach means, say, that one director provides a mostly traditional view of his decade save for a reenactment styled, and filmed, with purposeful flourish, while another provides an animated version of resistance flashpoints.

“The Watermelon Woman” director Cheryl Dunye makes her chapter, “1970s: The Vanguard of Struggle,” entirely personal, using her installment to profile her greatest inspirations, filmmaker Barbara Hammer and poet Audre Lorde. Dunye explains firsthand how their art and lives interpreted the defining events of that era as they pertain to civil rights.

The self-care revolution introduced Lorde’s name to millions by bastardizing one of her best-known quotes; Dunye and other filmmakers in the series take the extra step of discussing her writing and activism in the context of the political winds buffeting them into existence. Hammer, a vanguard of lesbian cinema, is not as well known, which moves Dunye to narrate the experience of being in the presence of the art work she left behind as her partner Florrie shares personal details about their relationship, eyes twinkling all the while.

There are endless paradigms and forms docuseries can take, and since the most popular are attractive chimeras of entertainment and fact, “Pride”‘s artistic approach doesn’t dilute its legitimacy. Its featured filmmakers run with the latitude and freedom from the constraints to which a classic, “hard history” (if there is such a term) documentary producer may feel beholden.

The drawback of such an approach is that it is light on illumination and context, presuming the audience is coming to a piece like this with some basis of knowledge or will be won over enough by the vibe each filmmaker creates to learn more. You’ll learn a few things that you may not know, only maybe not as much as you should.

Some embrace that classic approach more than others as Tom Kalin does in “1950s: People Had Parties” by telling the story of government employee Madeleine Tress’s firing through an interpretive historic reenactment starring Alia Shawkat.

The “Search Party” star first speaks as Tress, walking through the hallways of her life story, then speaks of herself in more dreamlike segments before lip-synching to a recording. The same episode employs an almost entirely mute Raymond J. Barry to depict how politicians wielding homophobia against Wyoming Senator Lester Hunt drove him over the edge. We’re intended to recognize these actors, but their dramatizations don’t dominate this episode.

Some “Pride” installments are thinner than others, which is the nature of any project built around a concept without requiring its various chefs to follow specific instructions. And some, like Yance Ford’s view of 1990s are a mixture of potency and pandering.

That work’s best moments indict politicians like Bill Clinton for breaking their promises by having people recite their words as the original speech footage plays. The anger and disappointment that registers in their eyes skewers any glamour those archival films may have captured. But its other focus on the rise of ’90s queer cinema seems like an awkward means of fulfilling some requirement to uplift that filmmakers, including “Pride” executive producer Christine Vachon.

Mind you, the ’90s were a fertile time for indie film and queer cinema in particular. Vachon was a major force in that revolution. Prominently featuring a show’s executive producer as a subject is always going to be a questionable choice when a solid mention is more than enough.

Individual bests succeed by making us feel closer to the people talking about their lives or whose stories are told by those who know them best.

A favorite is likely to be Anthony Caronna and Alex Smith’s “1980s: Underground” by virtue of its New York City setting and the way writer and performer Michael Musto and transgender activist Grace Detrevarah stroll us through it.

The real magic is in the filmmakers usage of Nelson Sullivan’s home movies as a framing device. Sullivan was a guy liked by many, and who managed to capture some 1,200 hours of video footage of the underground scene between 1982 and 1989. The same period encapsulates the AIDS crisis spiking, and Smith and Caronna edit an avant-garde interpretation of the public’s confusion and criminal shunning of the ill.

Next to this Sullivan’s videos chronicle extreme joy along with capturing the likes of Sylvia Myles and RuPaul long before they became pillars of popular culture. But his friends make him the star along with Detrevarah, one of many people of color whose perspectives form the bulk of “Pride.”

This is a series that gives Black, brown and Asian voices their due and points out how much of their work and sacrifice was paved over by the mainstreaming of white male gayness in American culture. Even a the pop culture heavy 2000s episode that kicks off with scenes from “Modern Family” makes Margaret Cho, marriage equality activist David Wilson, and artist and writer Brontez Purnell its stars before landing with the trans activists whose work continues today.

Any docuseries can check off significant timeline clicks receive their due, but “Pride” works because it is because asks us to experience many eras with the people who lived through them. Stretches of it are a bit too facile, but at least it understands that knowing and respecting history can never be a passive spectator sport.

The first three episodes of “Pride” are currently streaming on FX on Hulu. Remaining episodes premiere Friday, May 21 starting at 8 p.m. on FX, streaming the next day on FX on Hulu.

10 famous authors and their moms

In honor of Mother’s Day, read up on the women who provided support, inspiration, words of wisdom — and sometimes tough love — to some of your favorite novelists, as seen in Mental Floss’s new book, “The Curious Reader: A Literary Miscellany of Novels & Novelists,” out May 25.

1. Octavia Butler

Author Octavia Butler was raised primarily by her grandmother and widowed mother (also named Octavia), who worked as a maid. When Butler was in preschool, the elder Octavia brought her along to work, and her experiences were one of the inspirations for “Kindred.” “I didn’t like seeing her go through back doors,” the author said in an interview with “Publisher’s Weekly.” “If my mother hadn’t put up with all those humiliations, I wouldn’t have eaten very well or lived very comfortably. So I wanted to write a novel that would make others feel the history: the pain and fear that Black people have had to live through in order to endure.”

2. George R. R. Martin

George R.R. Martin got his start selling his monster stories to kids in the neighborhood, first for a penny, and later a nickel. The stories apparently gave his friends nightmares, and his mother, Margaret, forced him to stop selling them when she found out.

3. Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway‘s mother, Grace, was not a fan of his debut novel, “The Sun Also Rises,” writing to him, “Surely you have other words in your vocabulary besides ‘damn’ and ‘b***h’ — Every page fills me with a sick loathing — if I should pick up a book by any other writer with such words in it, I should read no more — but pitch it in the fire.” Hemingway kept the letter his entire life.

4. Joseph Heller

It may have been Joseph Heller’s mother, Lena, who best identified the gift and curse of her son’s unique perspective on the world. Years before his literary fame or the wartime experiences that preceded it, she told Heller, “You have a twisted brain.”

5. Agatha Christie

As Agatha Christie recalled in her autobiography, her mother, Clarissa, thought her daughter should wait until she was 8 years old to learn how to read, which, in her opinion, was “better for the eyes and also for the brain.” (Christie taught herself to read instead, which she said left her mother “much distressed.”)

6. D.H. Lawrence

Arthur and Lydia Lawrence did not have a happy marriage, which led Lydia to transfer her affection to her two younger sons, Ernest and David Herbert — a.k.a. future author D.H. Lawrence. In 1901, after Ernest died from an infection and D.H. came down with life-threatening pneumonia, Lydia assuaged her grief over losing her older son by nursing her younger son back to health. From then on, their bond was so tight that it stood in the way of D.H’s full coming of age. All of these themes appear in the author’s novel “Sons and Lovers,” published in 1913.

7. Alice Walker

When Alice Walker was a young woman living in the Jim Crow South, her mother, Minnie Lou, gave her three things — a typewriter, a suitcase, and a sewing machine. The author’s achievements can be traced back to those gifts: the typewriter that allowed her to express herself, a suitcase to escape the prejudices of her community, and a sewing machine to teach her self-sufficiency. Her eclectic career is proof she made good use of all three.

8. Amy Tan

Because Amy Tan has been so outspoken about her mother’s influence on “The Joy Luck Club,” many readers have come to assume it was autobiographical. This isn’t accurate, as the scenarios in the book aren’t based on Tan’s life. The author has instead described it as being emotionally accurate, with the themes and conflicts based in Tan’s real relationship with her mother, Daisy—who wound up loving the book. “She loved that the feelings in [it] were absolutely true, and she believed that I had listened to her and that I appreciated what she was trying to teach me,” Tan told Entertainment Weekly. “And that was the best review I could have gotten for that book.”

9. Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf based “To The Lighthouse”‘s Mr. and Mrs. Ramsey on her parents, Leslie and Julia. Mrs. Ramsey was so was similar to Julia, who had died when Woolf was 13, that Woolf’s sister, Vanessa, told her after reading the novel, “It is almost painful to have her so raised from the dead.”

10. John Kennedy Toole

The manuscript for “A Confederacy of Dunces” was found by John Kennedy Toole’s mother after he died by suicide in 1969. Determined to get the novel published, she approached a number of publishers; finally, she went to author Walker Percy with the manuscript—and would not give up until he looked at it. He’d hoped to read a few pages and be able to put it aside. But that was not the case: “I read on. And on,” he would later recall. “First with the sinking feeling that it was not bad enough to quit, then with a prickle of interest, then a growing excitement, and finally an incredulity: surely it was not possible that it was so good.” The novel was finally published in 1980, 11 years after Toole’s death, and won the Pulitzer the next year.

How oil capitalists conspired to spread climate change denialism — in 1988

In the summer of 1988, the United States experienced the worst heat waves and droughts since the Dust Bowl. Ominous images of burning forests, withering fields and sweltering cities filled the American press and elicited nervous suspicion: was this the work of the so-called greenhouse effect? Had the danger of which some scientists warned already arrived?

It was amid this tense national atmosphere climatologist James Hansen intervened with his testimony to the Senate, in which he forthrightly asserted that “we can ascribe with a high degree of confidence a cause and effect relationship between the greenhouse effect and observed warming.” The suspicions were sound: “It is already happening now.” Describing the extreme summer as a taste of things to come, the report in the New York Times also noted that the testifying scientists “said that planning must begin now for a sharp reduction in the burning of coal, oil and other fossil fuels that release carbon dioxide.” Planning for a sharp reduction? The very notion injected panic in fossil capital.

With signs of trouble ahead multiplying, the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, or IPCC, was established in 1988, the United Nations began preparations for a concerted response and awareness of the problem spread across what was still referred to as “the free world” There was no time to lose.

In 1989, several urgent counter-initiatives were launched: Exxon formulated an internal plan for how to drive home “the uncertainty in scientific conclusions regarding the potential enhanced Greenhouse effect” and ran its first advertorial on the subject. A suite of companies set up the Global Climate Coalition to contest the science. The key conservative think tank known as the George C. Marshall Institute published its first report attacking it. When more than a hundred heads of state gathered in Rio de Janeiro in the summer of 1992 and adopted the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC), with its call to prevent “dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system,” further alarm was stoked. Socialism appeared to be passing out of history, but at the very same moment, fossil capital had to gear up for a war to safeguard its freedom.

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Rarely has a dominant class so swiftly, purposefully and effectively built up an ideological state apparatus (ISA) in an hour of need. Scholars of the entity refer to it as “a denial machine,” but it also fits Louis Althusser’s criteria of an ISA: “a system of defined institutions, organizations, and the corresponding practices,” which, through their day-to-day activities, uphold some elements of the dominant ideology.

A classic example of an ISA is the school. The teacher turns to his pupils and, swinging his pointer, asks them to provide the right answers. In a church, the priest invites the congregation to mass and offers everyone the body given up for you; in a television show, the host looks the audience in the eye and raises it to the level of participant; in a party, the leaders spur their members to canvass for the upcoming elections – in an ISA, the subjects are hailed or interpellated and, responding to the call, partake in some material practice by which the ideology is dispensed. Now interpellations happen all over the place, whenever someone addresses someone else and seeks to purvey an idea or prompt a course of action. If a man shouts to his neighbors below that they too should hang the national flag from their balconies, he interpellates them, on his own and in the moment; in ISAs, such acts are organized over time. Their messages can compete and commingle in a cacophony of communication.

But why call these entities ideological state apparatuses? A federation of sports clubs or the museums of a town are not necessarily part of the state, as normally defined, but they are clearly capable of organizing interpellations. Ideological apparatuses seem to be plural and fluid, located at the interface between civil society and state, more often than not existing outside government control. Some of them are even built to question elements of the dominant ideology – an LGBT organization in Poland, a movement for immigrants’ rights in Denmark. These deserve the label of “counter-apparatuses,” But for ideological apparatuses that reproduce the dominant ideology, we can retain Althusser’s original term, the S for “state” not a literal suggestion that a king or prime minister rules them like an embassy, but a sign precisely of that reproducing and cementing function. On this account, the denial machine did indeed emerge as an ISA. It was formed to secure one element of the dominant ideology against the peril of climate science. The doctrine at stake – the credo and communion of fossil capital – can most simply be summarized as fossil fuels are good for people.

The basis of this doctrine was a particular material mode of accumulating capital, in ascendancy since the early nineteenth century: the generation of profit through extraction and combustion of fossil fuels. A fire that never goes out, capital here expands by taking coal and oil and gas out of the ground and burning them. When profits have been made, they are reinvested in the same cycle on a larger scale, so that ever-greater clouds of CO2 are released in the process. This is what we refer to as “fossil capital,” It ties various brands of capitalists together in a dependence on fossil energy, the material substratum for any number of commodities: a car manufacturer needs steel for its factory and gasoline for the vehicles on the road. A steel producer uses coal to process iron ore. A software company runs on electricity from the nearest gas-fired power plant, and so on; throughout the capitalist mode of production, fossil fuels are consumed as an input. But for that to happen, there must also be someone who produces those same fuels as an output. This, of course, is the specialty of the coal and oil and gas corporations, the raison d’être of the capitalists who invest in mines and rigs and pipelines to pull up the stock of energy from its reservoirs. Karl Marx observed that for capital accumulation in general to commence, capital has to be concentrated on the one hand and workers possessing no other commodity than their labor-power amassed on the other; he termed this process “primitive accumulation,” and so we can, analogously, speak of a primitive accumulation of fossil capital.

An unfortunate English rendering of the German ursprünglich, “primitive” has the connotation of something archaic and long ago superseded. The process should rather be understood as primary, a logical antecedent without which the whole thing would die down. If no one digs up the coal, the steel producer will have no coke for the furnaces, the car manufacturer no steel for the chassis. Only if the stock of energy is continuously hauled up and offered as discrete commodities can other capitalists purchase it and set it on fire, as part of their cycle of accumulation, ever intertwined with the cycle of profiting directly from the sale of fossil fuels. We can thus distinguish between fossil capital in general and primitive accumulation of fossil capital as two moments of fossil capital as a totality, much as we can tell the flames from the billets in a fire. The first term refers to capital for which fossil fuels are a necessary auxiliary in the production of other commodities, the second to the department known in the vernacular as “the fossil fuel industry,” the third to the two in their unity. When we use “fossil capital” with no qualifier, it is the latter – the fire as a whole – we have in mind.

Now, from this base grows a political structure of a determinate character. The capitalists who preside over the primitive accumulation of fossil capital constitute a class fraction. Given their role in the total metabolism and process of production, they make up a subcategory of the capitalist class, a bearer or agent of the special task of supplying fossil fuels to the market; they glow with the drive to maximize profit from the selling of these and no other commodities. Delivering materials to the fire is what they do. Fossil capital in general, on the other hand, is no class fraction, because it is precisely the generality of capital, comprising auto and steel and computer companies and any other entities in the habit of expanding value by – among other conversions – turning fossil fuels into CO2. It is a broad, not to say universal category, too amorphous and open-ended to constitute a fraction sensu stricto. Marx’s “primitive accumulation” was not executed by a particular class fraction – any merchant, landowner or slave trader could engage in it – but, in our case, it is the permanent mission of a subset of the capitalist class that we can simply refer to as primitive fossil capital. Located at the deepest material base, this fraction is also capable of operating at the highest political levels. It has a venerable history not only of fulfilling its economic task, but also of acting as a political force, using its narrow composition and centralized operations to bend governments to its will, or just whisper in their ears.

Under the threat of climate mitigation, the stakes are of a different order for primitive fossil capital. It faces an existential crisis, because the prevention of dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system ultimately requires that it ceases to exist. The lion’s share of coal and oil and gas still in the ground must be left there for the duration, which means that this particular class fraction cannot continue to reproduce itself by extracting more of them to sell – but asking it to stop doing so is like asking a human being to stop breathing. There is no way around this contradiction. Primitive fossil capital has to be liquidated wholesale. For the rest of capital, however, climate mitigation rather represents a structural crisis. It would have to cease being fossil and might reinvent itself as non-fossil capital. A car manufacturer can potentially source its steel from a plant that reduces iron ore with something else than coke (such as hydrogen gas). A software company will be just as contented if the electricity comes from wind turbines. Since the transition would have to affect actually existing capitalism as the greatest totality of all, it might very well be painful, require large-scale destruction of fixed capital and induce serious losses for some. But capital as such may survive it. We cannot know this for a certainty, since a transition of this kind has never happened before – particularly not under such an ultra-tight schedule – but it is not a logical impossibility, not an axiomatic end as it is for primitive fossil capital. When the threat of climate mitigation first appeared in the late 1980s and early 1990s, the latter found itself questioned to the core. It then spared none of its capacity to act as a class fraction in the realm of politics to stave off an existential crisis and thereby also protected fossil capital in general from a structural one. This division of labor has remained operational into the time of this writing, with some peculiar political effects.

The first thing primitive fossil capital did was to set up the denial machine – or, a synonym, the denialist ISA. A plethora of think tanks sprung up to fight back against climate science. They employed professional denialists, hosted anti-IPCC conferences, organized symposiums for policymakers, testified in Congress, appeared on television and in radio debates, flooded media with advertisements and produced “an endless flow of printed material” disseminating their beliefs. From the start, the corporation then known as Exxon made critical contributions to the apparatus, through its own efforts as well as via uncountable think tanks, front groups, legislators, columnists and other generously funded proxies. Exxon was one of the sponsors of the Global Climate Coalition, alongside fellow oil companies Shell, BP, Amoco and Texaco. They were joined by car manufacturers GM, Ford and Chrysler, chemical giant DuPont and business umbrellas such as the American Petroleum Institute, the US Chamber of Commerce, the National Association of Manufacturers and the American Highway Users Alliance, to name only some. A broad church for Anglo-American fossil capital, the Coalition is today largely forgotten, but in the early 1990s it was the largest pressure group in international climate negotiations and left an indelible mark on their trajectory.

Exxon was the exemplary driving force of denial. The coal industry, however, was nearly as quick on the draw; in 1991, American coal interests set up the Information Council on the Environment to “reposition global warming as a theory (not fact),” But in these early years, primitive fossil capital also gathered around itself fossil capital in general in the efforts to defend the doctrine of fossil fuels as a blessing. All of this happened primarily on American soil. The US-born ISA then diffused a bundle of tropes in the public conversation, not always consistent with one another but united in political intent. One said that temperatures are not in fact on the rise. Another held that swings in the climate – including any perceptible warming – are caused by the sun and occur as part of a natural cycle. Of particular interest for our purposes, however, is the trope of carbon dioxide as a gift to life, since it occasionally lifted the veil on some deeply ingrained associations between energy and race.

In a bid to influence the Rio summit in 1992, the Global Climate Coalition distributed a video claiming that more CO2 in the atmosphere would fertilize crops and help feed the world. In 1998, the Western Fuels Association, a consortium of coal companies headquartered in Colorado, established the front group Greening Earth Society to further purvey the idea that excess CO2 should be welcomed. But the most famous composition from this genre came later, in 2006, when the Competitive Enterprise Institute – another key think tank in the apparatus, recipient of lavish Exxon funding – released a sixty-second commercial simply called “Energy,” In the opening scenes, happy people mill around in New York’s Central  Park. A blonde woman of model beauty blows soap bubbles; a group of equally blond children skip rope; another white woman jogs on a beach. A blonde girl blows on a dandelion, scattering its seeds. The voice-over says: “There’s something in those pictures you can’t see. It’s essential to life. We breath it out. Plants breath it in” – cut to an old-growth forest – and this miraculous invisible medium comes straight from “the earth and the fuels we find in it. It’s called carbon dioxide, CO2.” Cuts to images of a refinery and an oil derrick, the voice-over continuing: “The fuels that produce CO2 have freed us from a world of back-breaking labor,” the last five words spoken over the image of the only black person to appear in the clip. She raises her arms high to strike a heavy pestle into a wooden mortar, presumably pounding cassava or some other African crop. A thatched hut can be seen in the background. This black woman represents the world from which fossil fuels have freed us, “lighting up our lives,” Then suddenly the pastoral piano melodies are broken up by a drone of sinister strings and the warning: “Now some politicians want to label carbon dioxide a pollutant – imagine if they succeed. What would our lives be like then?” In the final scene, we are back at the blonde girl scattering the dandelion seeds, who gets to personify the slogan: “Carbon dioxide – they call it pollution. We call it life.”

Thanks to fossil fuels, white people have ascended the evolutionary ladder to the height of comfort and affluence. Black people have stayed behind in the fossil-free bottom to break their own backs. Now, imagine if CO2 would be treated as a pollutant – what would our lives look like then? Primitive fossil capital clearly did not shy away from interpellating white people and framing mitigation as a threat to their life: the “Energy’ commercial inspired other think tanks to play up the trope of fossil fuels and their derivative gas as life-enhancing substances. Anne Pasek has named this genre of denial “carbon vitalism” and picked out seven beliefs that hold it together. CO2 is only toxic at artificially high levels that can never be reached in the atmosphere and so it cannot be a pollutant; it is essential for photosynthesis and thus beneficial to plants; it does not have the ability to alter the climate by trapping heat; current atmospheric levels are far below those that reigned on the luxurious earth of the dinosaurs – we still live in a CO2 famine; a return to such geological heights should be the aim of energy policies; to burn fossil fuels is to render the biosphere a service; any measures to cap their use would be detrimental to life itself. Whose life? The Competitive Enterprise Institute gave its answer, but other carbon vitalists would probably argue that everyone on earth would prosper in a CO2-saturated atmosphere, black people included, their cassava growing better too. Some just have the burden to kindle that flame.

The denials of trend, attribution and impact were united by the overarching trope of the enormous and insurmountable uncertainty of the science: no firm conclusions can be drawn on any of the issues at hand; the methods of climate scientists are riddled with conjectures and outright counterfeits; springing to action on such slippery foundations would be foolhardy. Or, in the plain language of an advertorial from Exxon’s future partner Mobil, printed in the New York Times in 1997: “Let’s face it: The science of climate change is too uncertain to mandate a plan of action that could plunge economies into turmoil.” From this followed the trope of scientists and activists as a bunch of alarmists and religious zealots. Or, in the words of another Mobil advertorial, published two years earlier: “The sky is not falling” – “Good news: The end of the Earth as we know it is not imminent.” Those who dared to question the doxa of the doomsday were the brave sons of Galileo. They faced persecution from the guardians of “the hoax” – another prominent trope, canonized by James Inhofe, a Republican senator funded by Exxon, who said in a speech that global warming is “the greatest hoax ever perpetrated on the American people” and then went on to publish a book-length study of “The Greatest Hoax: How the Global Warming Conspiracy Threatens Your Future,” the cover featuring a faceless leader of the conspiracy with his hands around a gleaming globe. (But Inhofe is probably most famous for trying to disprove climate change by taking a snowball into the Senate and tossing it on the floor.) To this must be added the anti-communism so defining for the denialist ISA. We shall return to it in some depth later.

The denialist ISA interpellated a range of subjects: businessmen, car owners, Americans, rational agents; perhaps most importantly, everyone who identified themselves as a beneficiary of the free market. The Heartland Institute, perhaps the key think tank of the apparatus, in 2020 still trumpeted the mission “to discover, develop, and promote free-market solutions to social and economic problems,” It spoke to anyone who was already a subject of the free market. Broad in its appeal, the denialist ISA operated across other ISAs firmly entrenched in the American social formation – churches, schools, courts, trade unions, radio and television programs, but most of all the Republican party – as a kind of transversal, single-issue apparatus. Because climate mitigation posed a threat to privileges tied to a whole range of subject positions, this apparatus – devoted to the literal denial of one problem – could combine several interpellative elements in a cohesive, if not exactly coherent, structure. It developed a most impressive capacity for public outreach, as well as for symbiotic existence with centrally located parts of the American state apparatus; put simply, it had a hotline to decision-makers. It hailed as much the citizens as the rulers of the American empire.

In one respect, however, the denialist ISA presents a challenge to Marxist theories of ideology. Ever since Georg Lukács and Antonio Gramsci, such theories have worked on the assumption that the most effective bourgeois ideology is the one least obvious and ostentatious in its class bias, inconspicuous enough to sink into popular  consciousness as the normal way of doing things. All have sought to loosen the strictures of the base/superstructure model. But original climate denialism looks as though someone had striven for the most overdrawn caricature of that model and staged a mock play of material interests paying for ideas. Massive trawling of the output from the American denialist ISA has documented that, in the period 1993 to 2013, agents with direct corporate funding were vastly more likely to spread the message that climate change is a natural cycle and CO2 good. Initially, the efforts to camouflage this base logic were minimal; as crude as any ideological campaign had ever been, the purposes were written on the foreheads of its priests and patrons. It was all about fending off regulations that would trim profits in the short term. United in their outspoken faith in the free market, the deniers were – so Jacques quotes Gramsci – a “real, organic vanguard of the upper classes,” and anyone with a modicum of critical instinct could see this. In the longer term, it was all about ensuring the very reproduction of fossil capital. The snake feared for its head and secreted a venom of disinformation: as simple as that.

In spite of this transparency – or perhaps because of it, in the triumphalist mood after the Cold War – the denialist ISA was eminently successful on its home terrain. The American public had expressed high degrees of worry around the time of the Hansen testimony, in response to which Bush the elder vowed to counter “the greenhouse effect with the White House effect,” but by the mid-1990s, doubts were sown deep in the nation. The Republican party had been swayed by the ISA. Representatives of the latter had achieved a status as legitimate authorities on the subject, leading to decades of “balance” in media reporting – one minute to someone who believes in global warming, one minute to someone who does not. All the standard tropes of denial were in rapid circulation, within and beyond US borders. Most importantly, international climate politics had developed a determinant pattern it has retained ever since: the US, responsible for more CO2 emissions than any other country, could not be counted on for even the mildest of action. But, at the same time, there were indications that the denialist ISA faced a kind of crisis.


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The Crisis of Denial

We now know that primitive fossil capital possessed rudimentary knowledge of the problem since at least the 1960s. One early moment of dissemination occurred in 1959, when three hundred industry executives, government officials and researchers convened for a symposium in New York on the theme of “Energy and Man,” It was meant to mark the centennial of the first discovery of oil in the US, but one scientist on the podium, physicist Edward Teller, spoiled the party by telling the audience that CO2 blocks infrared radiation, and so continued emissions of that gas might well “melt the icecap” and cause “all the coastal cities” to be submerged. To better understand the process, the oil industry turned to Stanford and other top universities for collaborative research. In 1965, the American Petroleum Institute, or API, the main trade association for oil and gas corporations active in the country, received a report from its president Frank Ikard on the findings so far. Speaking to the annual general meeting, he did not mince words:

This report unquestionably will fan emotions, raise fears, and bring demands for action. The substance of the report is that there is still time to save the world’s peoples from catastrophic consequences of pollution, but time is running out. One of the most important predictions of the report is that carbon dioxide is being added to the earth’s atmosphere by the burning of coal, oil, and natural gas at such a rate that by the year 2000 the heat balance will be so modified as possibly to cause marked changes in climate beyond local or even national efforts.

No corporation was more proactive in instigating climate research than Exxon. As early as 1957, scientists working for what was then known as Humble Oil published peer-reviewed calculations of the atmospheric impacts of CO2 from fossil fuels. Two decades later, one senior in-house scientist informed top managers about a “general scientific agreement” on the ensuing climate hazards, which would have to be swiftly addressed; he estimated “a time window of five to ten years’ before humanity must make the critical decisions. Exxon now reacted by driving straight to the research front, for no altruistic reasons: it sniffed a danger to its business. Exactly how close was it? The corporation equipped one of its supertankers with a laboratory for investigating the share of CO2 absorbed by the oceans, ran  advanced climate models, perused the latest literature and predicted, in 1982, that the atmospheric rate of CO2 would reach 415 parts per million in 2019. It could not have been more spot on: in June 2019, the rate hit 415 parts per million. An internal consensus formed in the early 1980s, as Exxon’s researchers and managers stared a warmer world in the face: it was real; it called for action; fossil fuels would soon be in the cross-hairs. Other corporations knew too – Shell, BP, GM, Exxon’s future partner Mobil, coal giant Peabody, all keen to read up and attend symposiums and hearings on “the greenhouse effect,” as the problem was then known. The basic knowledge continued to make its way through the circuits of primitive fossil capital, into the Global Climate Coalition, whose very own scientists in 1995 wrote a seventeen-page internal primer asseverating that “the potential impact of human emissions of greenhouse gases such as CO2 on climate is well established and cannot be denied,”

And yet deny it they did. Primitive fossil capital established and kept the denialist ISA going against its better knowledge, deliberately misleading the subjects of its interpellations. We must correct Althusser on one point: “The bourgeoisie has to believe in its own myth before it can convince others.” The faith in denial, if not in  capitalism itself, was only ever half-hearted, at the most. After Hansen’s testimony and the creation of the IPCC, primitive fossil capital – led by Exxon and the API – launched into denial of something it had itself observed and counted on; thus in 1997, Lee Raymond, the CEO of Exxon, declared that “the earth is cooler today than it was 20 years ago,” due to “natural fluctuations” that had nothing to do with fossil fuels. The next year, a team at the API outlined a “road map” for how to turn climate change into “a non-issue,” Victory in this pursuit was defined as the moment when “average citizens “understand” (recognize) uncertainties in climate science,” such perceptions become “part of the “conventional wisdom” ” and “media coverage reflects balance,” The laymen’s impression of a debate between researchers who believed in global warming and those who disputed it was completely manufactured by the class fraction that knew, before almost anyone else, that there was no reason to have such a debate, any more than one over heliocentrism or the laws of thermodynamics. The debate was a victorious trick, the denial but a tactic. Some of the early reports might have been buried deep in desks and archives, but the knowledge was updated and the duplicity renewed on a regular basis. Exxon, for instance, spoke with a consistently forked tongue over the years, saying one thing in internal documents and something entirely different in advertorials and other PR material.

The apparatus was erected on lies, and it also suffered from contradictions in its external communication. It paid purportedly independent scientists to wage war on science. To gain credibility, the denialist ISA contracted some willing old white men with distinguished scientific careers – if only in peripheral disciplines – to debunk the elementary insights; most august among them were Richard Lindzen and Fred Singer. The apparatus raised the banner of reason and attacked climate scientists for being prone to myth. No corporation could afford to abandon its pretense to rationality: even at the height of its sponsorship of the ISA, ExxonMobil self-identified as “a science- and technology-based company,” As the evidence for human-induced and potentially catastrophic global warming accumulated relentlessly over the 1990s, cracks began to appear in this edifice. It came to be regarded, outside the community of believers, as the temple of an obscurantist faith-group that refused any contact with actual science and reason. The crudity was not necessarily a strength. From the start, it made the apparatus vulnerable to exposure: the Information Council on the Environment set up in 1991, for example, fell dead in the same year, after journalists revealed that its putative scientists simply fronted for coal companies. When the second IPCC report in 1995 marshalled a new mountain of evidence in support of the conclusion – phrased in characteristically restrained terms – that there was “a discernible human influence on global climate,” the discrepancy between the consensus and the caucus became too glaring in the eyes of too many.

Adapted from “White Skin, Black Fuel: On the Danger of Fossil Fascism “ by Andreas Malm and the Zetkin Collective. Copyright Verso Books, 2021.

I learned the hard way that you can’t actually freeze avocados

An excess of avocados can be a very good thing — after all, who doesn’t want a bigger batch of guacamole or creamy green slices on their sandwich or burger? But when you have more of these creamy green gems than you can reasonably consume before they inevitably over-ripen and turn brown, you may find yourself asking a question so many have asked before: Can you freeze avocado? And not only can you, but should you?

That’s the question my Food52 colleagues asked when they saw me mummifying avocado halves in plastic wrap to prepare them for life eternal in the freezer.

“Because I can!” I shot back.

Can you freeze avocado?

The short answer is no, you can’t freeze avocado. The notion that you might freeze a perfectly ripe avocado, preserving it in a state of suspended animation until the day you’re ready to bring it back to life and smash it onto toast, is nothing more than a fantastical daydream. To put it less dramatically, “the concept of them waiting in the freezer for me completely ripe is appealing,” wrote caninechef on the Food52 Hotline.

Perfectly ripe avocados ready to be frozen in time.
Perfectly ripe avocados ready to be frozen in time. 

Many readers responded with enthusiasm and encouragement, attesting that they do it all the time, and with great success! It was described as a small miracle. And The Huffington Post corroborates. Their 2012 article on the tip was called  “Freezing Avocados: You Should Definitely Do This.” I’m afraid that after my (very brief) testing, I have a rebuttal: “Freezing Avocados: I Couldn’t Recommend, in Good Conscience, That Anyone Do This.”

Here’s how I did it: I wrapped avocado halves tightly with plastic wrap and tucked them into a sealed plastic bag. I mashed a few others and scooped the chunky pulp into another bag. I froze everything overnight, then thawed it slowly in the refrigerator.

This was the result:

No one said thawed frozen avocado halves were going to be pretty (and they're not).

No one said thawed frozen avocado halves were going to be pretty (and they’re not). 

I'm so sorry.

I’m so sorry.

I admit that I neglected to counter the discoloration from oxidation with lemon or lime juice (though to be fair, in past avocado experiments, I haven’t found citrus juice to be much more effective than doing nothing, anyway). But it was the thawed avocados’ texture, not their unappetizing superficial hue that was the real issue: Simultaneously mushy, slimy, and spongy. I would not eat them scooped or mashed. Blended might be fine, but they certainly didn’t taste fresh.

Some swear by vacuum-sealing before sealing to ensure the avocados’ flesh is protected, but after seeing what happens to the interiors of frozen avocados (not just their exteriors), I’m not confident that’s the solution. Due to avocados’ high water content, freezing them causes ice crystals to form, and when those crystals melt, that signature creamy texture all but disappears — never to return.

Let’s get a closer look, shall we? 

I’m not alone in my failure. Yes, you’ll find reports of triumphant freezing, but very few pictures of the fruit post-thaw. A coincidence? I think not. But Serious Eats called Trader Joe’s frozen avocado halves a fail, citing a writer who deemed the guacamole he made with them “a pasty, gritty, flavorless, and textureless blob of shame.”

So yes, you can technically “save” an avocado in the freezer for later, but I’d argue that you’re condemning it to certain doom. If you’ve had success freezing avocados, tell me: Where did I go wrong? Had I given the avocado sufficient lemon juice, might the results have been different? How could this have solved the texture dilemma? Have you used a vacuum-sealer to great effect?

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9 Recipes to use up “too many” avocados

1. Avocado Tartines with Banana and Lime from Apollonia Poilâne

Trust us, this avocado toast isn’t like the others you’ve experienced before. Hear us out: it’s got bananas, honey, lime, red pepper flakes, and zero salt — plus, it’s 100 percent Genius.

2. Carrot Avocado Salad

This salad might seem simple at first, but its tangy-sweet dressing and combination of textures make it a delicious dish to pair alongside simple proteins like grilled chicken and fish.

3. Fried Avocado Tacos with Sesame and Lime

Take your tacos to the next level with fried avocado — a.k.a., the creamy-on-the-inside, crispy-crunchy-on-the-outside taco filling you didn’t know you needed (until now). Nutty sesame and tart lime balance the flavors for a vegetarian dish that doesn’t miss the meat.

4. Avocado Crab Rolls

Move over, lobster rolls. These savory, flavorful avocado crab rolls were crowned champion of our contest for “Your Best Avocado Recipe,” and boast everything you could possibly want in a summer sandwich (including buttered buns).

5. Avocado Chocolate Mousse

Avocado and chocolate — together? Yep, that’s right. For the silkiest, smoothest chocolate mousse, bring a ripe avocado into the mix. The cocoa powder overtakes the avocado flavor, and the avocado’s creamy texture contributes everything that dairy ingredients would (without the actual dairy).

6. Roberto Santibañez’s Classic Guacamole

Any list of our best avocado recipes would be incomplete without a recipe for guacamole — and this Genius-approved recipe, which calls for just six ingredients (and no tomato), is one of our all-time favorites. You’ll need some homemade tortilla chips, and we can help with that.

7. Avocado Cornbread

This is not your average cornbread — there’s way more personality in this pan to love. The avocados retain their shape and creaminess during baking, and serve as the perfect contrast to the warming cumin and coarseness of the cornbread itself.

8. Deviled Avocados

Fans of deviled eggs and avocados will rejoice in this creamy, savory, vegan hybrid that packs the best parts of each one into an Instagram-worthy snack or light meal. Sub out the egg yolk for silky turmeric-hued hummus for a visual effect that can’t be beat.

9. Avocado Toast Salad

Avocado toast meets panzanella in this refreshing salad mashup we’ll be making all spring and summer long. Serve on its own for a light lunch, or as a first course to a delightful dinner al fresco.

Sexism at 40,000 feet: When United banned women from boarding their men-only “executive” flights

Comfort was a big draw for passengers who booked a ticket on United Airlines’ Executive Flight in the 1950s and 1960s. For a ticket price of $67, travelers could expect to slide out of their jackets, ties, and shoes to enjoy a steak dinner and puff on a cigar; there was a two-cocktail limit, but flight attendants largely ignored that rule. The intention was to create a convivial atmosphere that had more in common with a smoking lounge than air travel.

The flight, which departed weekdays at 5 p.m. from New York City or Newark, New Jersey, and landed in Chicago, was intended for businessmen commuting for work. The fact that it had all the elements of a boy’s club was no accident: The Executive Flight was not just marketed toward men — women were actually prohibited from boarding.

United’s ad copy made it clear: “A Club in the Sky — For Men Only.”

The ostentatious display of sexism was not out of the ordinary for April 1953, when United first instituted the Executive Flight. (It was also referred to as the Chicago Executive Flight or the New York Executive Flight, depending on whether one was coming or going.) The initial idea was to provide one daily flight where passengers could smoke cigars. The airline’s marketing arm then imagined an office-in-the-sky for business travelers making the 3 hour and 15 minute flight from New York to Chicago. Stock market quotations were available, as was a place for passengers to make last-minute business phone calls before takeoff. If passengers had work obligations, they could make use of a table that doubled as a work desk.

Upon landing, travelers received a gift — either a glass ashtray with an airplane on it or a set of cufflinks, one of which had a built-in watch. Passengers might even receive paper hats and noisemakers on some particularly raucous flights.

The Civil Aeronautics Board approved United’s plan, which also necessitated the ability to charge an extra $3 for the service and a liquor license.

“What we give men is an opportunity to get away from women,” a United spokesperson boldly stated in March 1954. “We don’t regard it as segregation. We regard it rather as a little luxury.” Perhaps wisely, the spokesperson was quoted anonymously.

“As soon as a man gets in the plane, he can take off his coat and vest, if he wants to,” the spokesperson continued. “And we give him a pair of slippers, so he can take his shoes off, too, and really relax. What results is a kind of smoking-car atmosphere. A passenger can smoke a cigar or his pipe, if he likes. He can’t do that on other flights. A lot of women object to sitting next to a man smoking a pipe; a lot of men object, too. Let those men ride with the women.”

In addition to banning women from boarding, United also assured its customers that their flight would be free of other perceived distractions.

“You want to know the real reason why we’re here?” businessman Walter B. McClelland told a reporter for The New York Times in 1970. “It’s not because of no women. It’s because there are no squealing kids. We get enough of that at home.”

Less than a year after its debut, the Executive Flight had attracted 19,500 passengers, making the approach a resounding success — but the women being denied boarding were less enamored with the advertising strategy.

When Edythe Rudolph Rein, vice president of National Telefilm Associates, went to a United ticketing counter in Chicago in 1958 and asked for the next flight back to New York, she was told it was for men only. An irate Rein kept asking for — and was denied — a ticket on the daily flight and later filed a complaint with the Civil Aeronautics Board. United attempted to placate Rein by telling her that there was smoking allowed and that men took off their shoes. Presumably, United believed Rein would be discouraged by the potential for stinky feet. She was not — though it’s not known whether Rein was allowed to eventually board.

United wasn’t dissuaded by the negative publicity. The sales gimmick persisted for a total of 17 years before United began fielding some uncomfortable questions from the National Organization for Women (NOW), the women’s advocacy group founded in 1966 by activists including Betty Friedan. NOW tackled sexism head-on, singling out businesses for preferential treatment and even picketing outside the White House to demand that then-president Richard Nixon appoint more women in key roles.

In November 1969, seven NOW members entered The Berghoff — a well-known bar in Chicago that catered exclusively to men — and proceeded to order drinks.

“I was the first to walk in,” Winifred Gandy, a NOW member, told the Chicago Tribune. “The bartender said I couldn’t be served, and then we all stood at the bar and took up space.” Other members came armed with statutes that prohibited sex discrimination in bars. Eventually, the bartender relented.

One boys’ club on land had crumbled. So would the one in the skies.

To challenge the discrimination of the Executive Flight, NOW picketed the Chicago headquarters of United Airlines in 1969 and filed complaints with the Civil Aeronautics Board. By January 1970, the Executive was taking its farewell voyages.

United wasn’t quick to give NOW their due as an influence on their decision to end their men-only service. Instead, they cited slower ticket sales — the flights were by that point operating at just 40 percent capacity as opposed to the 80 to 90 percent they enjoyed in the 1950s — and an increasing desire for male passengers to travel with women. According to United spokesperson John Blackman, an “all-male environment” had become dated.

Not all travelers agreed. “One of the nicer things in life is disappearing,” Elmer V. Aldridge, one of the flight’s final passengers, lamented in 1970. “Where else can a man find this sort of congeniality?”

Despite United protestations, it was clear NOW’s activism had stirred them into action. Months later, NOW members occupied the New York office of the Ladies’ Home Journal to protest its lack of female editors. Gender-based discrimination was slowly being grounded; NOW was just beginning to take off.

Marjorie Taylor Greene caught illegally claiming “big tax break” in Georgia

Local press in Georgia caught Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA) illegally claiming a major tax break.

“A Channel 2 Action News investigation has found that Georgia Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene and her husband have two active homestead exemptions, which is against Georgia law. A homestead exemption is a big tax break any Georgia homeowner is entitled to for their primary residence. It is against the law to file for more than one,” WSB-TV reported Friday.

“But Channel 2 investigative reporter Justin Gray pulled records showing that the Greenes are getting the tax break on two different homes in two different counties,” the network reported.

WSB-TV had a fascinating interaction when it called the controversial Republican’s office.

“In a statement, Greene’s office told Gray to mind his own business and called it a ‘pathetic smear’ when he asked them about the homestead exemptions,” the network reported. “Greene still owns a North Fulton county home, but also bought a $610,000 house in Floyd County last year in the 14th Congressional district, which she represents.”

Israel’s big lie: This isn’t self defense — it’s a war crime, aided and abetted by the U.S.

Nearly all the words and phrases used by the Democrats, Republicans and the talking heads on the media to describe the unrest inside Israel and the heaviest Israeli assault against the Palestinians since the 2014 attacks on Gaza, which lasted 51 days and killed more than 2,200 Palestinians, including 551 children, are a lie. Israel, by employing its military machine against an occupied population that does not have mechanized units, an air force, navy, missiles, heavy artillery and command-and-control, not to mention a U.S. commitment to provide a $38 billion defense aid package for Israel over the next decade, is not exercising “the right to defend itself.” It is carrying out mass murder. It is a war crime. 

Israel has made clear it is ready to destroy and kill as wantonly now as it was in 2014. Israeli defense minister Benny Gantz, who was the chief of staff during the murderous assault on Gaza in 2014, has vowed that if Hamas “does not stop the violence, the strike of 2021 will be harder and more painful than that of 2014.” The current attacks have already targeted several residential high-rises including buildings that housed more than a dozen local and international press agencies, government buildings, roads, public facilities, agricultural lands, two schools and a mosque.

I spent seven years in the Middle East as a correspondent, four of them as The New York Times Middle East bureau chief. I am an Arabic speaker. I lived for weeks at a time in Gaza, the world’s largest open-air prison, where more than 2 million Palestinians exist on the edge of starvation, struggle to find clean water and endure constant Israeli terror. I have been in Gaza when it was pounded with Israeli artillery and air strikes. I have watched mothers and fathers, wailing in grief, cradling the bloodied bodies of their sons and daughters. I know the crimes of the occupation — the food shortages caused by the Israeli blockade, the stifling overcrowding, the contaminated water, the lack of health services, the near-constant electrical outages due to the Israeli targeting of power plants, the crippling poverty, the endemic unemployment, the fear and the despair. I have witnessed the carnage. 

I also have listened from Gaza to the lies emanating from Jerusalem and Washington. Israel’s indiscriminate use of modern, industrial weapons to kill thousands of innocents, wound thousands more and make tens of thousands of families homeless is not a war: It is state-sponsored terror. And while I oppose the indiscriminate firing of rockets by Palestinians into Israel, as I oppose suicide bombings, seeing them also as war crimes, I am acutely aware of a huge disparity between the industrial violence carried out by Israel against innocent Palestinians and the minimal acts of violence capable of being waged by groups such as Hamas.

The false equivalency between Israeli and Palestinian violence was echoed during the war I covered in Bosnia. Those of us in the besieged city of Sarajevo were pounded daily with hundreds of heavy shells and rockets from the surrounding Serbs. We were targeted by sniper fire. The city suffered a few dozen dead and wounded each day. The government forces inside the city fired back with light mortars and small arms fire. Supporters of the Serbs seized on any casualties caused by Bosnian government forces to play the same dirty game, although well over 90 percent of the killings in Bosnia were the fault of the Serbs, as is also true regarding Israel.  

The second and perhaps most important parallel is that the Serbs, like the Israelis, were the principal violators of international law. Israel is in breach of more than 30 UN Security Council resolutions. It is in breach of Article 33 of the Fourth Geneva Convention that defines collective punishment of a civilian population as a war crime. It is in violation of Article 49 of the Fourth Geneva Convention for settling over half a million Jewish Israelis on occupied Palestinian land and for the ethnic cleansing of at least 750,000 Palestinians when the Israeli state was founded and another 300,000 after Gaza, East Jerusalem and the West Bank were occupied following the 1967 war. Its annexation of East Jerusalem and the Syrian Golan Heights violates international law, as does its building of a security barrier in the West Bank that annexes Palestinian land into Israel. It is in violation of UN General Assembly Resolution 194, which states that Palestinian “refugees wishing to return to their homes and live at peace with their neighbors should be permitted to do so at the earliest practicable date.” 

This is the truth. Any other starting point for the discussion of what is taking place between Israel and the Palestinians is a lie.

Israel’s once-vibrant peace movement and political left, which condemned and protested against the Israeli occupation when I lived in Jerusalem, is moribund. The right-wing Netanyahu government, despite its rhetoric about fighting terrorism, has built an alliance with the repressive regime in Saudi Arabia, which also views Iran as an enemy. Saudi Arabia, a country that  produced 15 of the 19 hijackers in the September 11 attacks, is reputed to be the most prolific sponsor of international Islamist terrorism, allegedly supporting Salafist jihadism, the basis of al-Qaida, and groups such as the Afghanistan TalibanLashkar-e-Taiba (LeT) and the Al-Nusra Front.  

Saudi Arabia and Israel worked closely together to back the 2013 military coup in Egypt, led by General Abdul Fattah el Sisi. Sisi overthrew a democratically elected government. He has imprisoned tens of thousands of government critics, including journalists and human rights defenders, on politically motivated charges. The Sisi regime collaborates with Israel by keeping its common border with Gaza closed to Palestinians, trapping them in the Gaza strip, one of the most densely populated places on earth. Israel’s cynicism and hypocrisy, especially when it wraps itself in the mantle of protecting democracy and fighting terrorism, is of epic proportions. 

Those who are not Jewish in Israel are either second-class citizens or live under brutal military occupation. Israel is not, and never has been, the exclusive homeland of the Jewish people. From the 7th century until 1948, when Jewish colonial settlers used violence and ethnic cleansing to create the state of Israel, Palestine was overwhelmingly Muslim. It was never empty land. The Jews in Palestine were traditionally a tiny minority. The United States is not an honest broker for peace but has funded, enabled and defended Israel’s crimes against the Palestinian people. Israel is not defending the rule of law. Israel is not a democracy. It is an apartheid state. 

That the lie of Israel continues to be embraced by the ruling elites — there is no daylight between statements in defense of Israeli war crimes by Nancy Pelosi and Ted Cruz — and used as a foundation for any discussion of Israel is a testament to the corrupting power of money, in this case that of the Israel lobby, and the bankruptcy of a political system of legalized bribery that has surrendered its autonomy and its principles to its major donors. It is also a stunning example of how colonial settler projects — and this is also true in the United States — always carry out cultural genocide so they can exist in a suspended state of myth and historical amnesia to legitimize themselves. 

The Israel lobby has shamelessly used its immense political clout to demand that Americans take de facto loyalty oaths to Israel. The passage by 35 state legislatures of Israel lobby-backed legislation requiring their workers and contractors, under threat of dismissal, to sign a pro-Israel oath and promise not to support the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions movement is a mockery of our constitutional right of free speech. Israel has lobbied the U.S. State Department to redefine antisemitism under a three-point test known as the Three Ds: the making of statements that “demonize” Israel; statements that apply “double standards” for Israel; statements that “delegitimize” the state of Israel. This definition of antisemitism is being pushed by the Israel lobby in state legislatures and on college campuses.

The Israel lobby spies in the United States, often at the direction of Israel’s Ministry of Strategic Affairs, on those who speak up for the rights of Palestinians. It wages public smear campaigns and blacklists defenders of Palestinian rights — including the Jewish historian Norman Finkelstein; UN Special Rapporteur for the Occupied Territories Richard Falk, also Jewish; and university students, many of them Jewish, in organizations such as Students for Justice in Palestine.  

The Israel lobby has spent hundreds of millions of dollars to manipulate U.S. elections, far beyond anything alleged to have been carried out by Russia, China or any other country. The heavy-handed interference by Israel in the American political system, which includes operatives and donors bundling together hundreds of thousands of dollars in campaign contributions in every U.S. congressional district to bankroll compliant candidates, is documented in the Al-Jazeera four-part series “The Lobby.” Israel managed to block “The Lobby” from being broadcast. In the film, a pirated copy of which is available on the website Electronic Intifada, the leaders of the Israel lobby are repeatedly captured on a reporter’s hidden camera explaining how they, backed by the intelligence services within Israel, attack and silence American critics and use massive cash donations to buy politicians.

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu secured an unconstitutional invitation from then-House Speaker John Boehner to address Congress in 2015 to denounce President Barack Obama’s Iranian nuclear agreement. Netanyahu’s open defiance of Obama and alliance with the Republican Party, however, did not stop Obama in 2014 from authorizing a 10-year, $38 billion military aid package to Israel, a sad commentary on how captive American politics is to Israeli interests.

The investment by Israel and is backers is worth it, especially when you consider that the U.S. has also spent more than $6 trillion during the last 20 years fighting futile wars that Israel and its lobby pushed for in the Middle East. These wars are the greatest strategic debacle in American history, accelerating the decline of the American empire, bankrupting the nation at a time of economic stagnation and mounting poverty, and turning huge parts of the globe against us. They serve Israel’s interests, not ours.   

The longer the mendacious Israeli narrative is embraced, the more empowered become the racists, bigots, conspiracy theorists and far-right hate groups inside and outside Israel. This steady shift to the far right in Israel has fostered an alliance between Israel and the Christian right, many of whom are antisemites. The more Israel and the Israel lobby level the charge of antisemitism against those who speak up for Palestinian rights, as they did against former British Labour Party leader Jeremy Corbyn, the more they embolden the real antisemites. 

Racism, including antisemitism, is dangerous. It is not only bad for the Jews. It is bad for everyone. It empowers the dark forces of ethnic and religious hatred on the extremes. Netanyahu’s racist government has built alliances with far-right leaders in Hungary, India and Brazil, and was closely allied with Donald Trump. Racists and ethnic chauvinists, as I saw in the wars in the former Yugoslavia, feed off each other. They divide societies into polarized, antagonistic camps that only speak in the language of violence. The radical jihadists need Israel to justify their violence, just as Israel needs the radical jihadists to justify its violence. These extremists are ideological twins.  

This polarization fosters a fearful, militarized society. It permits the ruling elites in Israel, as in the United States, to dismantle civil liberties in the name of national security. Israel runs training programs for militarized police, including from the United States. It is a global player in the multibillion-dollar drone industry, competing against China and the United States.

It oversees hundreds of cyber-surveillance startups whose espionage innovations, according to the Israeli newspaper Haaretz, have been utilized abroad “to locate and detain human rights activists, persecute members of the LGBT community, silence citizens critical of their governments, and even fabricate cases of blasphemy against Islam in Muslim countries that don’t maintain formal relations with Israel.” 

Israel, like the United States, has been poisoned by the psychosis of permanent war. One million Israelis, many of them among the most enlightened and educated, have left the country. Its most courageous human rights campaigners, intellectuals and journalists — Israeli and Palestinian — endure constant government surveillance, arbitrary arrests and vicious government-run smear campaigns. Mobs and vigilantes, including thugs from right-wing youth groups such as Im Tirtzu, physically assault dissidents, Palestinians, Israeli Arabs and African immigrants in the slums of Tel Aviv. These Jewish extremists have targeted Palestinians in the Sheikh Jarrah neighborhood, demanding their expulsion. They are supported by an array of anti-Arab groups including the Otzma Yehudit Party, the ideological descendant of the outlawed Kach party, the Lehava movement, which calls for all Palestinians in Israel and the occupied territories to be expelled to surrounding Arab states, and La Familia, far-right soccer hooligans. Lehava in Hebrew means “flame” and is the acronym for “Prevention of Assimilation in the Holy Land.” Mobs of these Jewish fanatics parade through Palestinian neighborhoods, including in occupied East Jerusalem, protected by Israeli police, shouting to the Palestinians who live there “Death to the Arabs,” which is also a popular chant at Israeli soccer matches.

Israel has pushed through a series of discriminatory laws against non-Jews that echo the racist Nuremberg Laws that disenfranchised Jews in Nazi Germany. The Communities Acceptance Law, for example, permits “small, exclusively Jewish towns planted across Israel’s Galilee region to formally reject applicants for residency on the grounds of ‘suitability to the community’s fundamental outlook.'” Israel’s educational system, starting in primary school, uses the Holocaust to portray Jews as eternal victims. This victimhood is an indoctrination machine used to justify racism, Islamophobia, religious chauvinism and the deification of the Israeli military. 

There are many parallels between the deformities that grip Israel and the deformities that grip the United States. The two countries are moving at warp speed towards a 21st-century fascism, cloaked in religious language, which will revoke what remains of our civil liberties and snuff out our anemic democracies. The failure of the United States to stand up for the rule of law, to demand that the Palestinians, powerless and friendless, even in the Arab world, be granted basic human rights mirrors the abandonment of the vulnerable within our own society. We are headed, I fear, down the road Israel is heading down. It will be devastating for the Palestinians. It will be devastating for us. And all resistance, as the Palestinians courageously show us, will only come from the street.    

Israeli airstrike levels AP, Al Jazeera office building on live TV

An Israeli airstrike Saturday in Gaza City destroyed an office building used by The Associated Press, Al Jazeera and other news organizations — with several outlets broadcasting live footage of the bombing to their audiences across the world. 

The AP reports all of its employees escaped the blast, though it remains unclear whether there were any other casualties.

The move was quickly denounced across the globe by press freedom advocates, who struggled to understand the reasoning behind the strike. 

“We are shocked and horrified that the Israeli military would target and destroy the building housing AP’s bureau and other news organizations in Gaza. They have long known the location of our bureau and knew journalists were there,” AP President and CEO Gary Pruitt wrote in a statement.

“The world will know less about what is happening in Gaza because of what happened today.”

Pruitt confirmed reports that the media outlets with offices in the building were notified about an hour ahead of the strike and told to evacuate — though the Israeli military declined at the time to provide any explanation for the impending attack. 

The Israel Defense Forces later tweeted that the building contained “Hamas military intelligence assets,” and accused the militant group of using the civilian offices as human shields. The IDF did not immediately provide any evidence to support these claims.

The attack comes amid intense fighting between Israel and Hamas militants in Gaza, with Palestinian civilians increasingly caught in the crossfire. At least 13 people in the Gaza Strip were killed by separate Israeli airstrikes on Saturday alone, officials told the BBC.

It also comes just one day after an Israeli military spokesperson was widely criticised for a vaguely worded statement to reporters that cited an ongoing ground invasion of Gaza — though the Associated Press, one of just a handful of American news organizations with reporters on the ground who could see that such an invasion was not actually taking place, called out the false statement in real time.

Al Jazeera, which had long maintained a newsroom within the targeted building, carried the bombing live and showed the moment it collapsed in a cloud of dust.

Interviews on the Qatar-based network — with its own journalists — revealed a mad scramble to evacuate and save as much equipment as they could. 

“I have been covering lots of events from this building. We have lots of good memories with our colleagues,” Al Jazeera reporter Safwat al-Kahlout said. “Now everything, in two seconds, just vanished.”

According to the network’s analysis, at least 140 people have been killed in Gaza since Monday — including 39 children and 22 women.

Saturday’s strike also comes on the heels of another Israeli air raid targeting a nearby refugee camp Saturday morning, which the AP reports killed at least 10 people, mostly children.

Nine people have reportedly been killed in Israel by rocket attacks launched from Gaza. 

How Apple TV+’s “Mythic Quest” is subverting empty girlboss culture

Nobody is going to look at Poppy Li (Charlotte Nicdao), one of the protagonists of the Apple TV+ series “Mythic Quest,” and immediately think “girl boss.” 

The lead engineer, and eventual co-creative director, of the titular massively multiplayer online game is the type of woman who, as her coworkers put it, wears cosplay to a decidedly non-cosplay professional event. 

She’s the type of woman whose entire neck, when she gets stressed, becomes a constellation of hives. She is her most comfortable in a schlubby purple hoodie, stationed behind her computer. And, through her, the writers of “Mythic Quest” are challenging cultural stereotypes about the kinds of women who get to get ahead in business 

When we’re introduced to Poppy, she’s been at MQ Headquarters for about eight years after being plucked from MIT at the age of 19 by Ian Grimm (Rob McElhenney), her narcissistic, micromanaging — though creatively brilliant and not-so-secretly insecure — boss who originally masterminded the game. After all that time, Poppy is eager to have something that feels like hers in the massive online world of the game, and she thinks she’s finally hit on a winner.

The very first episode of “Mythic Quest” shows Poppy finally unveiling her ultimate creation: a shovel. 

And while she is personally really amped about arming players with the ability to dig, the reveal is understandably . . . anticlimactic. That is, until Ian gets his hands on the code for said shovel and starts envisioning it as a new weapon to be featured in the game’s much-anticipated expansion — something that he doesn’t have the technical skill to execute without Poppy’s coding chops. 

This marks the first big point of tension between Ian and Poppy. She’s ready for him to recognize her as a creative equal; he’s happy using her to serve as the “paintbrush” of his personal creative vision. From there, it’s a season-long climb towards what eventually becomes a joint partnership between the two, but what’s so refreshing about that narrative journey is that Poppy is far from perfect. 

In fact, she is deeply — and likely to many, relatably — awkward,  and not in that cool-girl faux, “Oh, I’m so awkward!” kind of way. Poppy is deeply passionate about her work, but doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman who has read “Lean In” by Sheryl Sandberg. She loses her temper more than occasionally, struggles with some of the “softer” social skills expected of women in the workplace and vacillates between having an ego the size of Ian’s and crippling imposter syndrome. 

Put another way, I like to think of Poppy as the anti-Emily Cooper (Lilly Collins) of Netflix’s “Emily in Paris.” 

Remember, if you will, the third episode of that series in which Emily, a plucky American workaholic, presents her Parisian colleagues with what she has dubbed “Corporate Commandments. She does this, I might add, while wearing a red beret, which is the cringe-cherry to top this uncomfortable sundae of a situation. 

Luc, her co-worker, reads the document to the office: “Thou shalt always maintain a positive attitude. Thou shalt always be on time. Thou shalt praise in public and criticise in private.” Emily responds to her understandably disgruntled colleagues. “It’s about all of us sharing a global vision,” she says while flashing a nonplussed smile. 

Emily seems to run on corporate jargon and pithy (at least to her) Instagram hashtags — and she’s ultimately rewarded for that. Throughout the series, she succeeds by presenting as the most superficial kind of “girl boss,” a term largely credited to Sophia Amoruso, the founder of the online clothing retailer Nasty Gal. 

In the short-lived Netflix series about her life, fittingly titled “Girlboss,” Amoruso (played by Britt Robertson) delivers a monologue that serves as the underpinning for the philosophy: “Girls are collaborative, empathetic, hard workers. Girls are great.”

It’s about as feminist as a t-shirt that says, “Hustle for the pretty things.” Or about as feminist as one of Emily’s narrative arcs in which she scores a big professional win by tweeting about how the French word for “vagina” uses the masculine definite article and somehow subsequently lauded by Brigitte Macron for her bold views on sexism in French culture. 

The thing is, for all her “ugly American” bumbling in Paris, Emily is still a thin, conventionally pretty, white woman attempting to make it in corporate communications for luxury brands. Society gives her space to fail up. Meanwhile, Poppy is a Filipino-Austrialian woman in gaming and game design, a field that is still largely male-dominated. 

Her idea of “empowerment” doesn’t fit on a motivational poster. She’s a workaholic, bolstered by cheap candy and spite. It’s rarely pretty, but her vulnerability is both an undoing and an asset as she recognizes and gives voice to the talent of the other women with whom she works, like tester-turned-streamer Dana (Imani Hakim). The new season of “Mythic Quest,” which premiered on May 7, shows her navigating her new role as a supervisor, and it’s not one that she takes to naturally. 

Where Ian knows how to give speeches that set a room on fire — or, as his ex-wife put it, “shine his light” on people, even if disingenuously — Poppy struggles to get the dev team excited about making necessary items in the game like bricks and caulk. 

When she’s recruited to give a speech at a Women in Gaming luncheon, she shows up in a flashy dress that Ian picked, armed with a clutch full of candy wrappers.

“Sorry — I suck at this,” she says at the opening of her speech. “I’m not an alpha. I don’t give people goosebumps and I’m not always smiling. And sometimes I cry at work for no reason other than I think about crying.”

She continues: “I’m not tall or a runway model. Look, I can’t promise that I’m always going to live up to a standard of other people’s expectations [but] I’m going to do everything I can to be the best boss I can be. Why? Because f**k everyone else.” 

The crowd takes a beat and bursts into applause. They loved her, and when Ian and his wishy-washy executive producer David (David Hornsby) consult each other, they realize that Poppy actually inspired them to get what she wanted by “leaning in” in her own way. David had promised Poppy a new dev team if the speech went well; master manipulator Ian wrote the speech, scripted flubs and all, for her knowing that people would love the genuine her. 

She played them against each other and came out on top. As Ian put it, “That little mess of a human being is a boss,” and it’s a refreshing change of pace in a culture saturated in empty #girlboss propaganda. 

Season 2 of “Mythic Quest” is now streaming on Apple TV+. New episodes are released every Friday. 

Taste alone won’t persuade Americans to swap out beef for plant-based burgers

The Research Brief is a short take about interesting academic work.

The big idea

Consumers are more likely to choose a plant-based meat substitute when the restaurant’s advertising highlights the social benefits of doing so rather than its taste, according to recently published research I conducted with a colleague. We also found that showcasing the social costs of meat consumption also leads to a preference for plant-based “meats.”

To reach this conclusion, we conducted two online experiments to examine the advertising of plant-based burgers and meatballs. Participants were recruited via the crowdsourcing website Amazon Mechanical Turk.

In the first one, 156 participants were shown one of three commercials for a plant-based burger. They saw either a social appeal (“good for the environment and animal welfare”), a health appeal (“good for your health – no cholesterol and more fiber”) or a taste appeal (“tasty and delicious – just like a beef burger”). In all three commercials, we presented nutritional information that showed plant-based burgers had similar levels of calories and protein as that of beef – which is generally true in the real world.

They were then asked to record their burger preference on a scale of 1 to 7, where 1 indicated they definitely wanted a conventional beef burger and 7 meant they definitely wanted the plant-based version.

Participants exposed to the advertising that appealed to their social conscience were more likely to select the plant-based burger than those who saw the health or taste-based ads. Our research found that the social appeals worked because they induced positive feelings of doing something good for society.

The health appeal was ineffective because the nutritional value of the two burgers is so similar. Appealing to taste didn’t work because American consumers believe the taste of beef is superior to that of plant-based meat.

In a second study, we provided 160 different participants with information on the social and health costs of meat consumption. We then asked them to state their preferences for a beef meatball sandwich or a plant-based one on the same 7-point sliding scale. Similar to the appeal to the social benefits, highlighting the costs led to a stronger preference for the plant-based version.

Why it matters

Americans on average consumed about 58 pounds of beef and veal in 2019 – compared with a global average of 14 pounds – and a recent Gallup poll found that two in three U.S. adults say they eat meat “frequently.”

But the production of beef creates 60 times the volume of greenhouse gases as peas, which is one of the vegetables that go into meat substitutes such as the Beyond Burger. Research has also found that plant-based meat substitutes require far less energy, water and land then beef.

Growing consumer concern over beef’s large environmental footprint is one of the reasons major U.S. casual restaurant chains have been adding meat-like options to their menus in recent years. For example, Burger King boasts the Impossible Whopper, Subway offers the Beyond Meatball Marinara and Starbucks sells a breakfast sandwich made with Impossible sausage.

But Beyond Meat and Impossible Foods, the two main plant-based brands, tend to market their vegetarian burgers with claims of tastes and textures that are similar to that of meat.

Our research suggests that highlighting the social benefits of plant-based menu items would convince more consumers to choose them over meat-based options, thus reducing overall meat consumption and greenhouse gas emissions.

What’s next

We plan to examine if the effectiveness of social appeals carries over to healthier plant-based menu items such as Hawaiian poke bowls with fake fish.

Also, it would be interesting to conduct cross-cultural comparisons. Impossible Foods’ offerings are now available in Asian markets, including Singapore, Hong Kong and mainland China. We want to investigate how Asian consumers respond to meat-like products given different regional traditions and habits of meat consumption.

Anna Mattila, Marriott Professor of Lodging Management, Penn State

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license. Read the original article.

How the pineal gland became an obsession for both spiritualists and sci-fi writers

The pineal gland, a reddish-gray, pine cone-shaped part of the brain, is unremarkable at first glance: It’s about a third of an inch long and tucked deep in the brain, near the center and between both hemispheres. Yet it has captured a surprising amount of cultural attention. In the 1998 film adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson’s “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” the extract of a pineal gland is said to “turn you into something out of a goddamn medical encyclopedia.” The 2019 science fiction film “Synchronic” focused on a drug that used the pineal gland to alter how we experience time. H.P. Lovecraft’s horror story “From Beyond” featured a mad scientist who invented a pineal gland–stimulating machine to allow human beings to perceive other planes of reality. There is a cottage industry of spiritualism books that focus on the pineal gland. 

So if the pineal gland is neither a vessel for time travel nor multiverse encounters, what explains the science fictional and spiritual obsession over this part of our endocrine system? And how did it gain a reputation for being a neurological tabula rasa

That requires knowing a little about what the pineal gland actually does do. Indeed, the pineal gland’s main function involves a hormone called melatonin, which helps you sleep and maintain healthy circadian rhythms. Most vertebrate animals have a pineal gland and they are widely considered to be essential parts of the biological machinery that enable us to sleep. As Dr. Gianluca Tosini of Morehouse School of Medicine told Salon by email, melatonin is also essential to other aspects of human health as it regulates important physiological functions such as blood pressure and insulin sensitivity. He also noted that its structure is pretty consistent among most species.

“The most striking difference among the different species is that in non-mammalian vertebrates the pineal gland is directly photosensitive and possess a circadian clock that directly regulates melatonin synthesis, the main product of this gland,” Tosini explained. “In mammals the pineal gland is not directly photosensitive and the production of melatonin is under control of the circadian clock located in the brain.”

This is all interesting, to be sure, but none of it explains why the pineal gland is associated with the metaphysical. To understand that, we must go back in time to the 17th century, when the French-born philosopher René Descartes argued that it was “the principal seat of the soul.” He based that assertion on the anatomical features he perceived in the gland (many of his assumptions were wrong, even based on the medical knowledge which existed at the time) and the fact that, philosophically, he was inclined to believe that the mind and body were fundamentally separate entities. Other philosophers held that they were one and the same (and, therefore, that there is no soul), so Descartes needed to explain how the soul connects to the body. There was one feature of the pineal gland that particularly stood out to him in this respect — the fact that it was unpaired.


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“I cannot find any part of the brain, except this, which is not double,” Descartes wrote. “Since we see only one thing with two eyes, and hear only one voice with two ears, and in short have never more than one thought at a time, it must necessarily be the case that the impressions which enter by the two eyes or by the two ears, and so on, unite with each other in some part of the body before being considered by the soul.” As he added later that year, “since it is the only solid part in the whole brain which is single, it must necessarily be the seat of the common sense, i.e., of thought, and consequently of the soul; for one cannot be separated from the other.”

Scientists today, not surprisingly, reject Descartes’ belief that the mind somehow exists independently of the body and is connected through this one gland. They also have done a much better job understanding its distinct physiology than Descartes ever did. Nevertheless, Descartes’ fascination with the pineal gland as a link between our bodies and souls captivated philosophers. [Lovecraft, for what it’s worth, may have been mocking Descartes’ ideas in “From Beyond.”]

Descartes was not the only major philosopher to locate significance in the pineal gland. Founder of a religion known as Theosophy, Helena Blavatsky argued that the pineal gland “is that which the Eastern Occultist calls Devāka, the ‘Divine Eye,’ or the ‘Third Eye.’ To this day, it is the chief and foremost organ of spirituality in the human brain.” She specifically praised Descartes, arguing that “unscientific as this may appear in our day of exact learning, Descartes was yet far nearer the occult truth” than those who criticized his theories. “For the pineal gland, as shown, is far more connected with Soul and Spirit than with the physiological senses of man.”

Ironically, there is some science behind the idea of the pineal gland as a “third eye,” although the truth is more anodyne than the loftier metaphysical hypotheses.

“The pineal gland is present in most vertebrates, while the parietal eye [an associated structure] is only present in some lizards, the tuatara, some frogs and salamanders,” Tosini explained to Salon. “The parietal eye is also present in some fish (lampreys and sharks). The parietal eye is an highly organized photoreceptive structure, with a well-defined lens, cornea and retina. The role of the parietal eye is not well defined but it may be involved in orientation and perhaps in detecting light for synchronization of daily rhythms.”

There also is some scientific basis for hypothesizing that people might sincerely believe they have had spiritual experiences because of their pineal glands. Psychiatrist Rick Strassman, who teaches at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine and wrote the 2001 book “DMT: The Spirit Molecule,” told Salon that he was drawn to studying the pineal gland “because of its history in esoteric physiology, the anatomical location of the subjective experience of exalted spiritual states.” He wondered if the pineal gland might produce a chemical called N,N-Dimethyltryptamine (DMT) that has psychedelic effects on people similar to religious experiences — disembodied consciousness, overwhelming emotions, a feeling of spiritual serenity, visual and auditory hallucinations, and so on. Strassman performed extensive research on the subject, even becoming the first scientist to legally administer psychedelic drugs in the United States in 20 years. His ideas eventually found their way to Dr. Jimo Borjigin, a molecular and integrative physiologist at the University of Michigan Medical School.

“In 2013 she and her group published a paper demonstrating DMT in living rodent pineal gland,” Strassman wrote to Salon. “However, their subsequent 2019 paper did not replicate that finding; instead, it appears that the DMT reported in the 2013 paper was contained in the brain tissue that the probe into the pineal had also collected. Nevertheless, the requisite enzymes for DMT synthesis occur in pineal, and I believe that the jury is not yet out regarding DMT synthesis in pineal.”

If the pineal gland does in fact produce DMT, the next question is whether it plays any kind of role in “a potential DMT neurotransmitter system” that could exist in the body. “The hallmark of the DMT effect is the feeling that what one is witnessing is more real than real,” Strassman noted, “therefore, perhaps the function of the endogenous DMT neurotransmitter system is to regulate our sense of reality.” Certainly a 2019 paper by Borjigin which found elevated spikes of DMT in dying rodent brains suggests that DMT could not only play that kind of role when we live, but also explain near-death experiences as we pass away. The real mystery, Strassman observed, is why our bodies produce DMT at all both while we live and as we die.

“If there is a DMT neurotransmitter system, and if it regulates our sense of reality, that opens many interesting avenues regarding questions of how biological function (the body) affects the mind (consciousness) on a moment to moment basis,” Strassman explained. “That is, if higher activity of the DMT neurotransmitter system is associated with a greater sense of reality (truth, certainty, importance, etc), and lower activity vice versa, what then regulates DMT activity?”

If it turns out that DMT is relevant to our thinking process and is produced by the pineal gland, then perhaps one Enlightenment philosopher wasn’t entirely off base, despite his anatomical errors.

“Descartes may have been onto something,” Strassman speculated.

CNN’s Don Lemon shocks viewers with surprise announcement

CNN Anchor Don Lemon promised “changes are coming” during an unexpected end-of show monologue Friday evening announcing that his nearly 7-year-run as host of “CNN Tonight” was coming to an end.

“It’s been really, really great. This is the last night that will be ‘CNN Tonight with Don Lemon.'” he said. “So, I appreciate all the years of ‘CNN Tonight with Don Lemon,’ but changes are coming, and I will fill you in.”

He clarified in a cryptic video posted to Twitter just minutes later that he wasn’t leaving the network, just changing roles — though he gave no indication about what his next move would be.

“So I got back down to my office after the show — everybody calm down,” he said. “I didn’t say I was leaving CNN. I just said it was the end of an era for ‘CNN Tonight with Don Lemon,’ he said.

“I am not leaving CNN. So you will have to tune in Monday at 10 o’clock to see. That’s it. So relax, I’m not leaving,” he laughed. “I’m not leaving.”

But the pressure to reveal what “changes” he was referring to was too great over the weekend, and Lemon put out another statement Saturday clarifying what exactly his future at CNN entailed — a new name for his show, “Don Lemon Tonight.” It’s unclear if the show will also carry a new format as well.

“Didn’t mean to set the internet on fire,” he said on Twitter. “What I said last night was true. CNN Tonight with Don Lemon is no more. I’ll be back on Monday with my newly named show Don Lemon Tonight. See you Monday at 10pE.”

Just this week, Lemon and fellow anchor Chris Cuomo also announced their own CNN side-project, a podcast called “The Handoff” to be hosted on Apple Podcasts. According to CNN, the show got its name from the casual conversations that arose between the two hosts as the network transitions from “Cuomo Prime Time” to Don Lemon’s now apparently defunct “CNN Tonight with Don Lemon.”

How to lose America: The death of democracy looks nearer than ever

Liz Cheney is not on my short list of politicians I admire or wish to see in Congress. But she has done the right thing in calling out the “big lie” and promising to do all she can to keep Donald Trump away from the White House, literally or in terms of his influence over a terribly broken party. She is a canary in the coal mine. Would that others had the courage to follow suit.   

Most sentient beings on the planet breathed a huge sigh of relief last November when Joe Biden won the presidential election. We were even happier when he and his administration immediately began acting robustly on myriad issues. First came the well-chosen appointments, the flurry of executive orders reversing Trump’s perversities, then the big bills aimed at health care, infrastructure, economic recovery, climate change, income inequality, childcare and more — all of which made Republicans in Congress and their QAnon conspiracists cringe — and jump into action.  

A majority of states immediately flew into action to bring back Jim Crow with hideous voting rights restrictions. Protesters began to be arrested. Gun violence and hate crimes grew by startling percentages while cops kept killing Black people. Arizona Republicans decided to hold yet another recount of the election results there, barring journalists from the hangar where counters reportedly tried to spot bamboo in the ballots. (Proof, if we needed it, that the party has gone crazy.)  

Republicans in Congress began their urgent campaign, articulated by Mitch McConnell, to stop any legislation proposed by the White House or Democrats in the House of Representatives. Ted Cruz, Lindsey Graham, Josh Hawley and other deranged GOP members went on various rants grounded in lies and nonsense. Rand Paul accosted public health expert Dr. Anthony Fauci, accusing him of funding dangerous research in China (more proof of crazy). Vaccine conspiracies and anti-masking activists got really crazy.

All of this occurred after Jan. 6, when the unimaginable happened and an insurrection at the U.S. Capitol sent America a clear message: This country is not out of danger. 

The fact is, the real and growing possibility of living through the destruction of American democracy is not going away. It is growing. Donald Trump is now viewed as the head of the Republican Party as he holds the feet of elected officials to the fire with his fierce, alarming grip on their futures. A significant number of regular Republicans continue to embrace the lies, mantras and inconceivable theories spewed out daily by Fox News. Insurrectionists crawl out from under their rocks in droves. The Supreme Court is now a quasi-political body with a 6-3 conservative majority.

All this is terrifying in its implications. Like many others, I grow more and more anxious by the day — so much so that I actually inquired about getting a British passport, which my husband and children hold. I know that what happened in countries like Turkey, Egypt, Poland, Hungary and others can happen here. 

We are not immune from autocrats and dictatorship and we are not protected by our Constitution if it no longer holds meaning for those in power. Our future is riding on the midterm elections next year, and the 2024 presidential election.

If you think I am needlessly hyperventilating, consider this: In 1923 Hitler mounted a failed coup. When he failed, his effort was treated leniently. A decade later he was Germany’s dictator. In 2021 Donald Trump inspired a failed coup. It too has been treated leniently by those who say we “need to move on.” Will he, or his appointed alter ego, be our dictator in less than a decade?

Ece Temelkuran, a noted Turkish journalist, wrote a book in 2019 in which she explains how President Recep Tayyip Erdogan came to rule that country. The book is called “How to Lose a Country: The Seven Steps from Democracy to Dictatorship.” In the first chapter she writes, “Watching a disaster occur has a sedating effect. As our sense of helplessness grows along with the calamity, [we begin to feel that] there is no longer anything you can do. … global news channels jump in [for] the denouement. It has been a long and exhausting [time], unbearably painful. It began with a populist coming to town. … A bleak dawn breaks.” 

She goes on to draw chilling comparisons between the fate of Turkey and what’s happening in the U.S. and elsewhere: “It doesn’t matter if Trump or Erdogan or [the U.K.’s] Nigel Farage is brought down. Millions of people are fired up by their message and will be ready to act upon the orders of a similar figure. … These minions will find you, even in your own personal space, armed with their own set of values and ready to hunt down anyone who doesn’t resemble themselves.” 

Temelkuran points out that this is not something imposed top down or imported from the Kremlin. It also arises from the grassroots. She says wisely, “It is time to recognize that what is occurring affects us all.”

It is time, indeed, for America to realize what is occurring — and that it will affect us all.

Faith in numbers: Is church attendance linked to higher rates of coronavirus?

The lockdowns that almost every state went into in order to combat the spread of COVID-19 in the spring of 2020 interrupted nearly every aspect of Americans’ lives. Businesses were shuttered, schools closed and social groups stopped meeting as scientists rushed to understand the pathways through which the virus spread.

One of the most controversial parts of the lockdown strategy in the United States was the closure of churches across the country.

But as an analyst of religious data, I believe the latest evidence appears to point to the clear conclusion that there was a correlation between attending church and the spread of COVID-19.

Closures and backlash

Public health experts strongly urged churches to cease congregational meetings during the worst parts of the pandemic, noting that religious services were an ideal vector to spread the virus. They pointed to incidents such as that in March 2020 when a choir practice in a church resulted in 87% of attendees being infected with COVID-19, and two members losing their lives.

But the closures were met by a massive backlash among conservative Christians who believed that executive orders closing religious institutions were a clear violation of the First Amendment’s freedom of religion protection. Some places of worship simply ignored state closure orders. As the pandemic wore on and people tired of socially isolating, many churches, mosques and synagogues began to reopen.

Although this was bad news from a public health perspective, it meant social scientists were able to investigate whether churchgoing during the pandemic did indeed lead to a higher level of infection. And in March 2021, the Cooperative Election Study released the results of a survey it fielded in October of 2020. The annual survey of the American public saw a total of 61,000 respondents quizzed over a number of topics.

Alongside a question about their level of church attendance, respondents were asked if they had been diagnosed with COVID-19 during the past year. Because of the highly partisan nature of the response to the pandemic and the subsequent lockdowns, the sample was divided into Republicans, Democrats and independents.

The trend in the data is unmistakable – the more frequently someone goes to church, the more likely they were to report that they had been diagnosed with COVID-19 during the first seven months of the pandemic.

Just 3% of Republicans and 4% of Democrats who never attended church were more likely to respond that they have been infected. Among those who attended church multiple times per week, nearly 11% of Democrats had tested positive for the coronavirus, while 8% of Republicans reported the same.

It’s worth pointing out that there’s not a large partisan gap in those reporting a positive COVID-19 test – in most cases the share of Democrats and Republicans who had been infected did not deviate by more than one percentage point. There’s ample evidence that Democrats took public health directives more seriously; however, that may have been offset by the fact that Democratic areas tend to have high population density. Urban areas were especially hard-hit in the early days of the pandemic.

The survey results do come with some caveats. It’s important to note that this is a survey of self-reported infections, without any independent verification. A concept in public opinion research called “social desirability bias” highlights the tendency of respondents to lie when they are asked a question that is sensitive in nature. As such, the number of people infected may be an underestimate. Also, the data was compiled before the largest spike in COVID-19 infections in early January 2021, and as a result the data captures only those who got infected earlier in the pandemic.

And while the focus here is on church attendance, it’s logical to conclude that individuals who felt comfortable going back to weekend worship were also more willing to engage in other social activities. It is therefore difficult to isolate whether church attendance was the vector that most likely spread the infection, or if a general disposition toward social gatherings drove up the likelihood of testing positive for COVID-19.

Nonetheless, it does seem fair to conclude that those who attended church more frequently in 2020 were also more likely to be infected with COVID-19. There is now plenty of research to suggest that social distancing, avoiding crowds and meeting people only outdoors are mitigation factors when it comes to the spread of the virus – all things that are harder to do in the confines of a church.

Ryan Burge, Assistant Professor of Political Science, Eastern Illinois University

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license.