Thursday, September 30, 2010

Types of Professors

The new student at a university is sure to confront a bewildering number of professors; and it might be useful to have an understanding of them as social categories. Obviously, there are the subjects or disciplines to categorize them on; but this is another way of looking at the members of this learned profession. I hope you will find this fair and useful; or at least amusing.

The Nonretired Retiree -- This one hasn't revised his notes in ten years. He drones through his classes, and provides an non-habit-forming alternative to Sominex. He rarely keeps office hours, and does the minimum academic work possible. His method of academic advising is to sign whatever you put in front of him. I had one of these once; he approved my taking Introduction to Pole Dancing and Elementary Old English. Does he sign blank checks as well?

The Maverick -- Loved by some graduate students, though he's dangerous to emulate. This is the (usually thirtyish) assistant professor who enjoys tweaking the sensibilities and sacred cattle of the dinosaurs and appearing nightly in the iconoclastic role.

The Dinosaurs -- Faculty members in the fifties; these are long-serving full professors. They have a vested interest in the status quo. They often perform well in the classroom, but are inclined to be superficial. Easy A's or B's.

The Slave-Drivers -- This churlish type exploits graduate students because they can. Some might even press them into being baby sitters for their brood. Strangely, women are especially likely to do this to female graduate students. It's as if their resentments of past mistreatments are translated into ensuring that the present generation of students will also be mistreated as they had been.

The Evangelists -- These are ones on a religious mission: to save the souls of their students. They begin the class with, "Have you heard? Jesus lives!" and end same with "Have a blessed day." Strangely enough, they are not found at mainstream Catholic or Protestant universities, but may find a niche in secular or fundamentalist institutions. Because of the hedonistic nature of 18-year-olds, they are in for a lot of disappointments.

The Standard Warhorses -- These are good; they regard teaching as a life's work and try their best to do it. They are bright, conscientious, and usually deliver well.

The Feminist Battleaxes -- Stocky middle-aged female Liberal Arts faculty members who seem to have a jihad against the Y chromosome. These throwbacks to an earlier time consider their natural enemies to be the Frustrated Jocks and the Sex Kittens. Do not appear to be confrontative, especially if you're a blonde student.

The Frustrated Jocks -- These are the darlings of the Athletic Department; the professors who will cut corners for athletes when needed and they never fail to miss a game. Look for the excessive sports memorabilia in their offices.

The Sex Kittens -- Comely female assistant professors who flaunt their sexiness indiscriminately to both students and fellow faculty members, often with risky décolletage. Usually, this helps obtain an associate professorship in otherwise all-male departments; but she is regarded more as a pet than a colleague until gravity becomes a factor.

The Untenured Mice -- These have not gotten tenured yet, and try to keep as low a profile as possible. They're generally unimaginative, and trod the middle-of-the-road path towards that lofty status. If washing the Dean's and Department Chair's cars would help them get tenure, they would be out with the Turtle Wax. Don't shout "Boo" around them. They're inclined to lose bladder control.

The Administrative Wanabees -- Dresses in a power suits; supports polite liberal causes. These have learned that the top salaries go to administrators and they want some too.

The Amorous Swains -- Female students should watch these fortyish guys. They can be distinguished by their with-it fashions and unusual interests. Rarely are they gropers; mostly they fancy themselves as smooth talkers. Self-delusional. Don't think that they want you to see their etchings!

The Lushes -- Often these are English teachers, perhaps because William Faulkner had been a well-known tippler also. They habitually cut their classes short; and are generally a waste of time. Don't emulate these! Your liver will be grateful.

The Eccentrics -- While these are generally good teachers, students with way, way, way too much time on their hands concoct rumors as to reason for the minor eccentricity. Those rumors of unrequited love or rock careers are as unlikely as mermaids in the Love Canal.

The Nitpickers -- These are the arcane detail mavens. They can be counted on to disgorge esoterica, whether bidden or not. They can be compared to Kirtland's warblers: little birds who nest only in Michigan jack pines. They domicile in major research universities.

The Media Darling -- These are individuals who may or may not be a big name at the local university; but who knows how to make sound bite zingers.

The Zeitgeist Surfers -- These people have catchy and possibly areas of research, and are often called on by media persons looking for an interesting article. One studied personality traits of strippers; another studied the sociology of NASCAR and did her research on the infield at races every other week in during racing season.

The Academic Politicians -- To them, it's the political machinations in any institution that interest them: often of the sociological or political scientist persuasion. They prefer the swinishness of academic politics to the polite politics in the real world. Only a few of these actually run for public office; but will be soundly trounced by the Democratic and Republican professionals.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

My Birthday


September 25th!


Thanks, Mom and Dad, for making all this possible!

(I won't embarass you by wearing a costume like this!)

Thursday, September 23, 2010

SHOULD Women Be Assholes?

In view of Tuesday's posting, I would like to say that women should not aspire to be assholes.  However, if any woman should, for whatever reasons she might have, desire to be one, then she should be permitted to be all the asshole that she wants to be.

In that same vien, if some man wants to be a bitch, then society should not stand in the way of his actualizing his full bitchiness.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Can Women Be Assholes?

This is one of those things -- in less-than-polite society we occasionally hear someone referred to as an asshole; this is not synonymous with rectum, and invariably that person is of the male sex.  Now I have given it some thought, and I wonder just why this is the case?

The interesting thing about these types of assholes is that they're successful in their actions, although annoying and provocative.  Tom Cruise played several characters with asshole traits; but especially Maverick from Top Gun.  Simply stated, guys like assholes, despite their label. 

Is this a quirk of language; and there are different terms used to apply to similarly-behaved people who just happen to be female?  If so, then what is the distaff equivalent to "asshole"?

Or maybe this is one of those cases in which anatomy is destiny.  For example, does possessing breasts inhibits one's capacity to perform in an asshole-like manner?  The scientist in me would suggest that we consult data when in doubt.  For example, it would be reasonable to assume that flat-chested women would be capable of assholedom.  In other words, we would expect a Power Law curve like this:

Bra Cup Size    Percent Assholes
      AA                  20
        A                   2
        B                   1
        C                   0
        D                   0
        DD                 0
        E                   0


Or maybe it's the extra X-chromosome.  If so, there would be no males with Kleinfelter's syndrome who are assholes.  (Persons who have Kleinfelter's syndrome are XXY males.)

A possible interpretation for this comes from cognitive psychology.  Specifically, certain features of the female anatomy serve as cognitive disqualifiers in categorizing a person in this manner.  One prominent possibility would be womanly breasts.  In other words, the mental processes of guys goes like this:

1)  This person is exhibiting annoying, asshole behavior.
2)  Whoops!  She has boobs.
3)  Therefore, this person cannot an asshole.

Actually, another possibility is that women's non-attainment into assholedom is simply a residual societal restriction against women left over from the bygone past.  If so, then achieving assholedom parity should be one of proper goals of feminism!  After all, maybe this is simply a lifestyle choice that few of us have considered, and one that have numerous rewards.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Saying Dumb Things

Okay, the Tea Party candidate for Senate, Christine O'Donnell, came out against masturbation several years ago.  This seems to me to be a King Canute comment; you know, the guy who tried to hold back the sea?  Anyway, politicians in setting programs should stick to attainable goals, not insurmountable ones.  Offhand, attempting to make people stop masturbating seems to me to be a non-starter.

But this also raises the "Does She or Doesn't She" issue; and not with Clairol in mind!  Seriously, does the electorate wish to be forced to speculate on a politician's relationship with Mr. Vibrator?

Also, does not this have the effect of dividing us as a Nation further?  We have enough divisions: pro/anti abortion, Repulbican/Democrat, red state/blue state, religious differences, and so on.  Do we want to have more cleavage in our nation in the form of masturbators/non-masturbators (or is it those who admit to masturbating/those who deny doing it)?

Actually, I think the good lady simply got over her excessive piety, and took a more moderate view.  And maybe we should not be too quick as a society to rummage for dumb things that people have said or done in the past.  Look: we have a potential time bomb here.  Doesn't some of the stuff appearing on Facebook also have potential for blowing up in peoples' faces?

Friday, September 17, 2010

A Kiss in the Lab

It was entirely unexpected.  Another grad student and I were in the lab together, looking over some data.  Suddenly he impulsively kissed me on the lips.  It was tender and tenative, nothing forced.  Just as I relaxed and softened into the act, he stopped, apparently embarassed at what he had done.  No, there was no tongue play, and no groping -- that would have been too much for the spontaneity.  There was no discussion afterwards; we were content in our awkwardness.  We continued to hold hands for a moment, and I giggled somewhat, and gazed into his deep blue eyes.
No, this was not a scene from a cover of a bodice-ripper, just an afternoon moment.  This is love, scientist-style.

Sometimes brief kisses are the most delicious.  I don't know where this will go . . . .  Is there an elephant in the room?

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Nobody Knows You're a Dog on the Internet

That bit of internet truism seems to be something of the distant past; which in internet terms is more than ten years ago.  There's several reasons for this.  First is that the hypothesized anonymity of the internet could be easily compromised at least by ISP numbers,  However, the primary reason why that became passé is because of the social media sites.  Frankly, Facebook and MySpace and personal blogs encourage the latent exhibitionist in us.  In other words, we must celebrate ourselves, like Walt Whitman!

Years ago (early 2000) I joined a MSN group called Losers.  Apparently it was started by some MSN staffers and local Seattleites (or however people of that place are called) as an irreverent humor group that eventually totalled 5000 members of different ages and dispositions.  I sensed that I was a bit young for the group; but didn't reveal my age at the time.  (To suggest my age, I had only then gone into high school.)  Anyway, I sort of got accepted and learned a lot about what make twentyish people tick.  I remember GreatUnc as a great guy; I hope he prospers!  And April as a great gal.  Her too!    However, I really still don't see the inherent coolness in Green Day or Dave Matthews Band or Rage Against the Machine; but I faked it okay.

I did post, like many members, the standard swimsuit pic and even my graduation picture.  Plus I learned how to post that sappy Vitamin C song "Graduation Day (Friends Forever.)"  Damn it, it still makes me tear!

Amazingly, I was made an assistant manager of Odd People a bit later.  I kind of shifted over there, as it was more congenial and less contentious.  Mr. Wade (aka Ubergato) was kind enough to trust a New Orleans Yat high schooler to assistant manage his group though I was not reknown for my responsibility as a member.  I thank him for that; he has a good heart and is a good role model.

Anyway, when MSN shut down the groups last year, I was quite sad to see them go.  Odd People migrated to Yuku; but Losers faded away.  In some ways, it was carrying the seeds of its own destruction. 

The groups of yore were a far cry from the slums that were the chatrooms of AOL Hell!  With the creepy questions such as:
   "A/S/L?"
   "What is your bra size?"
   "What are you wearing?"  [Subtle!]
   "Do you want to sext"?  [NOT SUBTLE!]

In some respects, the only savings grace of the chatrooms were the names of some of them.
   
And the likelihood of finding kindred spirits was slight.  I was lucky.  I found a group of age-varied smartasses [Losers], and a group of nice people who enjoyed humor [Odd People].

I try to be funny.  Some people might thing it to be un-ladylike.

To which I say:

"Kiss my posterior!"