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Cosmopolitan Ethics

Posted on September 1, 2009July 11, 2025

I recently finished reading a fascinating (although at times frustrating) book called Cosmopolitanism : Ethics in a World of Strangers. Written by Kwame Anthony Appiah, a Ghanian educated in England now teaching philosophy at Princeton, it was an exploration of our moral obligations in a global society. As the author defines it, this idea of being a cosmopolitan implies (1) that “we have obligations to others, obligations that stretch beyond those to whom we are related by the ties of kith and kind, or … shared citizenship,” and (2) that we value human life so much that we take “an interest in the practices and beliefs that lend them significance. People are different… and there is much to learn from our differences” (xv).

I liked his distinction that this cosmopolitan sense of obligation to all tends toward a pluralistic respect of the other and not obligatory uniformity. Too often the foes of tolerance accuse us of simply desiring everyone to be the same. But it is in fact the counter-cosmopolitans who push for that uniformity. As Appiah writes, “Join us, the counter-cosmopolitans say, and we will all be sisters and brothers. But each of them plans to trample on our differences – to trample us to death, if necessary – if we will not join them” (145). When the needs and differences of the other don’t matter, or, at least, don’t matter as much as whatever particular in-group you are a part of, that sense of respectful obligation has little meaning. If your in-group is your nation, and you believe that your nation is superior to all others, then it is easy to demand that all others become like you… or else. Osama bin Laden, for example, doesn’t respect that others might not want to follow the path of glorious Allah, his vision of a perfect world is universalism through uniformity.

Cosmopolitans though prefer universalism through respectful pluralism. Instead of insisting the other become us, we allow them to be themselves. As Appiah puts it, “the cosmopolitan may be happy to abide by the Golden Rule about doing onto others … But cosmopolitans care if those others don’t want to be done unto as I would be done onto” (145). This, of course, becomes complicated when our obligations to others (to protect them from harm) conflict with that sense of respect. It is in Appiah dealing with that issue that I start to have issues with his approach to ethics.  He describes numerous ways to disagree and determine morality amidst disagreement, but in the end doesn’t give a clear answer on those issue. His conclusion is that we have moral obligations to others, we may not know the extent of those exactly, but we obviously aren’t doing anywhere enough already. Needless to say, after reading a whole book exploring our ethical obligation to strangers in a globalized world, the “just do more” conclusion was a tad lacking.

What frustrated me the most with this conclusion and entire approach was the lack of a third way approach. In describing cosmopolitans, the author seems caught with just the extremes of pluralism and fundamentalism. He repeatedly resorted to saying things like, “we just know its wrong” when faced with examples of evil. While I can respect common sense morality, it bothered me that his modernistic worldview wouldn’t allow him to accept religion aside from control or a deeper value than respect. This is where I believe the postmodern focus on justice and love makes a significant difference.

While upholding the need for respect of the other, for postmoderns that respect is guided by a deeper sense of justice or love of the other. Love can temper the religious impulse to turn others into copies of oneself and love can care for a person outside of the constraints of intellectual respect. Such things can’t be codified (although many try), but always exist in the particulars. What is just and loving will always be relative to the people involved and therefore resists hijacking by systems that control. While it may not be significant to some, there is a difference between the moral rationales of “I just know its wrong” and “because it is loving.” Justice and love serve much in the way some would desire “absolutes” to function, but they are a far cry from those rigid foundational dogmas. Justice and love are more pervasive than a so-called “firm foundation.” They are more like the ties that bind us all together – pervasive and indefinable at the same time. It is far bigger than ourselves, which, I think, in a cosmopolitan world, is what we need in order to navigate uncertain ethical interactions.

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Rescuing the Other Jaycees

Posted on August 30, 2009July 11, 2025

I, along with the rest of the nation have watched in horror this past week as the details of the Jaycee Dugard captivity emerge. Very little angers me as much as hearing about the sexual assault of children. While I generally favor justice that restores criminals, cases like this almost make me want to support the death penalty or at least slow, painful castration for rapists. I can hardly imagine the damage done to Jaycee and the years of healing she and her family now face.

That said, I am a bit disturbed as to why this case has captured the media’s (and my) attention and outrage. It is of course horrific, but it is hardly unique. Thousands of girls around the world face similar terrors every day. Children are kidnapped off the streets in Africa, drugged on trains in India, or sold by uncles in Cambodia and end up as captive sex slaves in brothels around the world – including in the USA. At the Not for Sale site you can read the story of Srey Neang – a young girl sold to a Karaoke bar owner who repeatedly raped her and forced her to service up to ten men a day. Once when the police raided the club, this 15 year old’s “rescuers” charged her with prostitution and but her in jail until her owner bought her back. At the Polaris Project site one can hear the story of Katya, a 20-year-old Ukrainian girl who thought she had landed a waitressing job in America. But instead she found herself in captivity in Detroit forced to work in a strip club and locked into a tiny apartment with other women. Fear of getting caught as an illegal immigrant and imprisoned as a prostitute bought their silence.

Theirs is a story common to thousands of women and children, but those stories don’t make the 24/7 news channels. Maybe it’s because they aren’t cute little white girls from middle class families. Maybe because Jaycee seems so “girl next door” and these other women seem worlds away. I have a feeling the guys visiting the massage parlours or the bachelor parties at the strip clubs don’t see the girls there (often trafficked slaves) as sentimentally as the nation does Jaycee. But shouldn’t we be just as outraged at the captivity and rape of each of these girls as we are about Jaycee Dugard? I think we are right to be outraged and disgusted by what was done to her, but I don’t want that anger to simmer down just because she is now safe. There are girls all over the world, many of them in our local U.S. neighborhoods that are still living that day to day terror. They need rescue too.

So I hope this news coverage of Jaycee Dugard is not just the next sensational story to capture our attention after the death of Michael Jackson. I hope it is a wake-up call for Americans that there are girls being treated as chattel in our very midst. They may not all be cute white girls kidnapped from bus stops, but they are all someone’s daughter and children of God. Their rape, captivity, and exploitation should be pissing us off and causing us to do whatever we can to restore their lives too.

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Playing Children’s Games as Spiritual Practice

Posted on August 19, 2009July 11, 2025

If I could choose how I would like to spend the perfect evening, it would be hanging out with friends with good food and drinks playing board games.  I love strategy games like Settlers of Catan, Carcassonne, and RISK, but I also enjoy fun group games like Apples to Apples and Balderdash.  For what it’s worth, a good round of Texas Hold’Em works for me too.  I enjoy the interaction, the intellectual engagement, and the general hilarity than ensues when friends simply have fun together.

 

That said, I sometimes have a hard time playing children’s games.  There is something tediously mind-numbing about painstakingly making one’s way to Candy Mountain in Candy Land or getting caught in the endless up and down circle of Chutes and Ladders.  Building up my Cootie bug, filling my Hi Ho Cherry-o basket, making pairs in Dora Memory, or matching all the pictures on my Zingo card just doesn’t capture my attention.  But my four year old loves it all.

 

Granted it comes as no big surprise that the child of a couple of board game lovers would like playing them herself (and I admit, I was the same way at her age).  It’s just that, from the mommy side of things, playing those games for hours on end can get a little old.  Now, I love spending time with my daughter, but after the fourth or fifth round of Candy Land as I’m sprawled out on the playroom floor, I sometimes have a hard time keeping my eyes open.

 

But for my daughter, it never grows old.  Each time she builds a Cootie bug, she gets excited about getting to make an entirely new creation.  Each card she turns over in Candy Land holds the possibility of adventures – to whisk her away at any moment to exotic locales like Gum Drop Mountain or the Candy Cane Forest.  Each spin in Chutes and Ladders holds the risk of plummeting her downward and losing all she has worked for or the reward of immediate ascension.  In short, in her life ruled by the power and whims of others (mom and dad), these games hold wonder and mystery.  With every spin of the wheel she enters into a magical world of unpredictability and excitement (not to mention repeated trips to every child’s dream land – the Candy Mountain).  These games are full of blessings she can delight in.

 

So even as I struggle to keep my eyes open as we play yet another round of her favorite games, I realize that I could learn a lot from my four year old about being spiritually present.  When looked at through the right eyes, life is mysterious and full of adventure.  I get to participate in acts of creation each day as I cook entirely new meals.  I am whisked away to exotic locations when I simply stop and notice the beauty of the world around me.  I don’t need the Candy Cane forest when I can lie under the trees with my kids watching the leaves flutter and the clouds float by.

 

I am so used to the ordinary being, well, ordinary, I forget to find the wonder in it.  But seeing my daughter find adventure in what I found tedious reminds me to shift my perspective.  The world is unpredictable and exciting and full of all sorts of blessings I can delight in – as long as I allow myself to be present in it and allow it to be those things.

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Book Review: The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate

Posted on August 12, 2009July 11, 2025

It’s been awhile since I’ve stumbled upon a good non-fantasy young adult novel, but The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate is a rare find. The concept intrigued me – a young girl living at the end of the 19th century finds herself caught between the worlds of her mother’s expectations for her life (which involves a lot of knitting and cooking) and the passion for scientific discovery she discovers in the pages of Mr. Darwin’s books and her grandfather’s laboratory. The concept got me to pick up the book, and the first line had me hooked – “By 1899, we had learned to tame the darkness but not the Texas heat.” By the end of the first page, I knew I was in for a treat. Author Jacqueline Kelly has captured that palpable descriptive style reminiscent of Harper Lee that transports the reader into another world. The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate has that brilliant mix of character development, rich description and vocabulary, and historical allusion that is sure to land it a quick spot on middle school required reading lists, but which also guarantees a truly delightful read.

Calpurnia Virginia Tate, Callie Vee, is the only girl of seven children growing up in rural Texas at the turn of the last century. Her brothers (all named after heroes of the Texas fight for Independence) run wild, her mother takes frequent doses of her “tonic” to cope with the chaos, and her grandfather remains aloof sequestered away in his laboratory or library. And while her mother is trying to train her into a proper lady, Callie Vee would rather spend her days observing insects, collecting strange plants, and making scientific observations in her notebook. She follows her grandfather on his trips to collect specimens by the river and helps him with his experiments. She is fascinated by the natural world, incessantly wondering why it works the way it does. What she is far less interested in are the tasks like knitting socks, making dough, practicing piano, and going to school to learn decorum and handiwork. Her deepest dream that she is too afraid to even voice is to attend the University someday to become a scientist. But since the only working women she has known are schoolteachers and the switchboard operator for her town’s one telephone, she doesn’t even know if women can be scientists. The beauty of her passion for the natural world and the absurdity of the restrictions placed on her because she is a girl set the tension of the novel, which ends on a hopeful yet ambiguous note.

I like the character of Callie Vee because she fits right into her time. She isn’t a committed feminist ahead of her time, nor did the author rewrite history in order to fit a strong female personality. No, Callie Vee is simply a young girl discovering her world and her passions and running up against the constraints of gender. There is no sermonizing on the evils of sexism, just the reflection from the perspective of an 11 year old about how certain aspects of society just don’t seem fair. This isn’t an anachronistic story that has her overcoming the injustices of the world, but neither is it a defeating story about her dreams being crushed. Callie Vee, like most spunky girls, pushes her boundaries where she can and lives to the fullest otherwise.

So from a historical and feminist perspective, I loved this book. This is the sort of book I want my daughter (and son) reading. My only quibble with the book is a personal one. As much as I loved the story of a girl as a naturalist – observing and wondering at the natural world, I was disappointed that the book perpetuated the myth that there can be no congress between science and faith. Callie Vee rejects the imaginative fairy worlds she used to play at as she strives to be strictly scientific. The same holds true with religion, with the scientist in the book having given up on the church in favor of studying the world. While I know the dichotomy is accurate historically, I just wish that it wasn’t always assumed that “objective” scientists must reject imagination, faith, and mystery. Such things aren’t necessarily incompatible, we are just constantly told that they are. So it disappointed me to hear that (mildly) reaffirmed in what is otherwise a fantastic book about self-discovery, awe of nature, and strong intelligent girls. But those good aspects far outweigh that subtle message, leaving us with what is simply a good book that is a much needed addition to the world of young adult fiction.

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Sight Pollution

Posted on August 10, 2009July 11, 2025

I find it increasingly curious the amount of rules certain sectors of our society have set up to prevent people from living green. Granted, the stated rationales are not strictly to prevent green living, but that’s the result nonetheless. Some of these rules make some sense. For instance, many communities have banned water recycling systems. So people can’t set up tanks that collect their used sink water to use to water their gardens. The rationale – a child might walk by and drink from the hose or sprinkler and get sick from recycled water. I understand the impulse (even as I also wonder why those child advocates don’t also complain that the typical garden hose contains lead).

What I don’t understand are the “sight pollution” complaints. The communities than ban clotheslines or gardens or solar panels or wind turbines because they are “unsightly.” While it’s disturbing that people these days would even consider gardens or clotheslines outside of the normal pattern of day to day living, I also don’t get why it is those things that are banned. These communities allow cookie cutter houses fitted with multiple satellite dishes. Garish banners and windsocks dangle from their porches and garden gnomes and polyresin angels peep out from their gardens. Come Fall, giant inflatable Winnie-the-Pooh vampires and mass-produced scarecrows adorn their lawns. Signs advertising their roofer, pool company, security system, or electric dog fence stand alongside pronouncements of what issue or candidate they are voting for. And yet they can’t dry their laundry in the backyard taking advantage of the benefit of sunlight to sterilize because some people say it pollutes their view. It’s not like the solar array is being built to block their view of a mountain range or the sunset over the lake, it’s all just part of all the other everyday stuff in their neighborhood. It’s so silly, that I really just wonder if it is an excuse spread by the electric companies. Of course they don’t want people going green, using alternative energy sources like the wind our the sun – it will make them lose money. But since they can’t say that they are too greed to take care of the earth, they introduce the idea of sight pollution – that it is offensive and inappropriate to have to witness environmentalism in action.

I don’t know. Anyone have any better ideas? I’m just trying to wrap my mind around why tacky yard art is okay but a clotheslines isn’t.

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Human Trafficking and the Average Joe

Posted on August 9, 2009July 11, 2025

So a friend of mine, Shelton Green, has started an organization to help fight human trafficking – What’s Your Response. The purpose of the group is – “Bringing the issues of human trafficking and modern day slavery into the consciousness of our city and giving everyone avenues for action to end this tragedy.” It’s a great group, and Shelton is really committed to helping raise awareness about this issue. This weekend the group organized a Coaster Crawl – delivering coasters with stories of trafficked people to local pubs and coffee shops. The point was to get people aware that slaves exist in our very midst. Their endeavor was featured in the Austin-American Statesman on Saturday.

While I think its fantastic that the local paper is getting the word out about how people can work to help stop human trafficking, the responses to the article were a sobering wake-up call. Yes, maybe I am just naive, but I want to believe that ordinary people have the capacity to be good. That they are capable of compassion and of living out the call to love our neighbor. Instead the majority of responses to this article merely revealed that hatred and prejudice run deep. (and yes, I know that people who leave responses to newspaper articles are generally the freaks on the extremes – but they are still saying out loud what generally only gets said in the privacy of people’s homes – the sentiments are real). In this case the hated took the form of the attitude “screw the victims, it’s their own fault anyway. what’s in it for me?” Here’s a brief sampling of these sorts of responses –

“Very commendable effort in an attempt to stop human trafficing.However,the unlining cause of this slavery is illegal immigration.Stop the illegals from entering our land and this crime will almost disappear.I am addressing this to not only illegal mexicans,but also to other Hispanics countries,Asian,European and Africans. White,black,brown,yellow,red,race does not matter.As mentioned below and we have seen examples of this trafficing on tv,the main hold that slavers have on these poor souls is thier fear of arrest and deportation.However,we need to bear in mind that these immigrants make their own decision to enter our country illegally and to break our laws. They must also realize that there is a correct and legal available to them if the wish to enter. If not,then they create their own hell…”

“uh….let’s see….do i wanna quit selling people at 30k per person or do i wanna feel really good about myself and NOT do it because of this coaster…hmmmm…30k vs. nothing….hmmm…”

“How about a spay and neuter program for our illegal immigrant visitors?”

Ugh. So let’s pretend for just a moment that human trafficking can be reduced to only the cases where people willingly immigrate illegally and then get tricked into slavery. Do these responders honestly support SLAVERY as punishment for those who seek a better life? That we should do nothing to help them because they created this situation for themselves? Do people cease to be people when they make the decision to immigrate illegally? I can understand, if not always agree, with the arguments against illegal immigration. But this tendency to treat immigrants as less-than-human and as people undeserving of justice and compassion is disgusting. None of us messed-up, fallen, finite human being are deserving of God’s love and mercy and Jesus’ ultimate sacrifice, but because we are all God’s children created in his image, God loves us anyway. This self-righteous hubris that has people asserting that they know better than God who should and shouldn’t be loved is truly a depressing reminder that most people aren’t basically good.

But enough pretending. While traffickers do regularly take advantage of those vulnerable enough that they would even consider illegal immigration to begin with, many trafficking victims have no choice in the matter. They are told that they are being hired for a job in their country and after being drugged find themselves in a completely different country. With no papers, of course they fear being punished as illegal immigrants (especially after they are fed nothing but lies by their captures regarding the punishment of such immigrants). And why shouldn’t they fear when there are American citizens calling for a “spay and neuter” program for them? When people are seen as less than dogs to be used and abused for our personal gain, justice will never happen. Until even Joe Prejudice can get over his hatred and learn to love his neighbor, we will still see atrocities like this occur.

Fighting human trafficking is a huge and daunting task. But reading stuff like this makes me realize that the task is far larger than simply defeating the traffickers. It involves teaching the average guy on the street how to get over himself and his self-centered attitude and learn how to love others and in humility consider others better than themselves. You know, only the message that got Jesus killed and which the church has failed to do for 2000 years. Nothing difficult there.

So who’s with me?

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Freedom’s Just Another Word for Nothing Left to Lose

Posted on August 6, 2009July 11, 2025

So a few weeks ago, John O’hara posted this prompt on his facebook status update – “Finish the sentence – Freedom is…” The answers given included everything from “…what christ paid for on the cross” to “…the ability to walk around your house butt-naked without repercussions.” I was feeling random, so I offered up the classic Janis Joplin lyric “freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.” I’ve never really thought about it, but since posting that, I’ve had to consider how true that lyric often is.

The concept of freedom is of course an emotional issue in the U.S. We are fond of the phrase “freedom isn’t free” and are told to honor the soldiers in Iraq for “ensuring our freedom.” Neither of those phrases in the way they are typically used have anything to do with freedom and usually have more to do with justifying the restriction of freedoms. So needless to say, discussions regarding freedom these days are a bit skewed. In my understanding of the concept, freedom means being free from oppression. That oppression can of course take many forms – including control, enslavement, or even fear. The thing is, no one is ever truly free from all forms of oppression. There is always something controlling us – using fear to keep us where they want us to be. So in light of that, the only people who are truly free are those who just don’t care about what will happen to them if they resist the oppression. In short, the people who have true freedom are those with nothing left to lose.

A few different things have me thinking about this. First, as I’ve been rereading and rewatching Harry Potter, I am amazed yet again at Rowling’s nuanced presentation of evil and oppression. Evil insinuates itself in that world slowly. It starts with minor restrictions of freedom – a teacher punishing students for telling the truth or the government not letting the newspaper report the real news. Lies are spread, loyalties questioned, and little by little the freedoms disappear, until non-pureblood wizards are being round-up and others are going into hiding. Those who speak out against the oppression face dire consequences – like the kidnapping and torture of their children. In the end it is only Harry Potter, the orphan who has lost nearly everyone he loves, – who truly has nothing left to lose – who has the freedom to stand up to the oppression.

Then this past week I read of the start of trials of protesters in Iran. The New York Times reported, “The Iranian authorities opened an extraordinary mass trial against more than 100 opposition figures on Saturday, accusing them of conspiring with foreign powers to stage a revolution through terrorism, subversion, and a media campaign to discredit last month’s presidential election.” Those that raised their voices for freedom are now bearing the brunt of oppression. Similar thing with the journalists who are now (thankfully) free from their captivity in North Korea. While they were trying to bring truth to the world, they both had a lot to lose in the process. Hearing the story of Euna Lee’s 4 year old daughter who was told during her mother’s captivity that “mommy was at work” broke my heart. I don’t know if I could be willing to risk never seeing my children again in order to fight oppression.

I know that making sacrifices is a basic part of fighting for freedom. If no one was willing to take risks – sacrificing their families and even their own lives, then oppression would simply continue. But those sacrifices are chosen. People have to be willing to pay the price to seek freedom. When oppression can’t demand a price of us, it has no power over us. So either society grants us that freedom or we decide that we don’t care what others may do to us – but either way we are only free when we’ve got nothing left to lose.

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Looking Ahead – Christianity21

Posted on August 5, 2009July 11, 2025

So it’s just about two months away and I’m starting to get really excited about Christianity21. Part of that is of course just being able to go. It’s the “I’m going to the most awesome summer camp ever” feel I get from going to basically any Emergent-related event. I know I am going to have amazing conversations, meet fascinating people, and be challenged intellectually, emotionally, and theologically (not to mention attend the yoga sessions and late-night parties). In short it’s going to be a fun time.

But besides that I am also excited about my fellow presenters. I’ve heard some of these women like Nanette Sawyer, Phyllis Tickle and Alise Barrymorre speak before and think they are amazing. I’ve had chances to hang out with Nadia Bolz-Weber, Makeesha Fisher, Danielle Shoyer, Lisa Domke and Kelly Bean and can’t wait to hear what they have to say. And then there are all the other presenters who I am just excited for the chance to finally meet. I just feel blessed to be able to be there amidst a gathering of so much wisdom.

But most of all I am excited that this wisdom is finally getting the respect it deserves. That these women who have so much to teach us all are the voice of this event. This isn’t a women’s event, it is a Christian event that explores the future of our faith and I find it significant that it is women who are the ones leading that particular discussion. These are voices who have powerful things to say about the future of Christianity, and I hope people take advantage of this opportunity to hear from them.

Anyway, all that to say, I’m really getting excited about Christianity21 and I hope you all will come join the conversation there. If you want more information, head to the event website christianity21.com. Hope to see you there!

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Food TV, Michael Pollan, and Generation X

Posted on August 3, 2009July 11, 2025

So I was fascinated by Michael Pollan’s recent (lengthy) article in the New York Times, Out of the Kitchen, Onto the Couch (thanks Will Samson for the head’s up). In it he takes aim at our cultural obsession with watching television about food while at the same time spending less and less time in the kitchen. While the article explores in depth the cultural and social issues surrounding food tv and cooking in our modern world, his main point is to assert that cooking is important and shouldn’t be abandoned. I generally love Michael Pollan, and aside from his digs in the article at stay-at-home moms and tall women, I agree with most of what he wrote. Cooking is important – it is healthier, cheaper, and better for you to cook from scratch. No argument there. I just don’t know if I would point a finger as vehemently at food television as he does. Pollan writes –

How is it that we are so eager to watch other people browning beef cubes on screen but so much less eager to brown them ourselves? For the rise of Julia Child as a figure of cultural consequence — along with Alice Waters and Mario Batali and Martha Stewart and Emeril Lagasse and whoever is crowned the next Food Network star — has, paradoxically, coincided with the rise of fast food, home-meal replacements and the decline and fall of everyday home cooking.

That decline has several causes: women working outside the home; food companies persuading Americans to let them do the cooking; and advances in technology that made it easier for them to do so. Cooking is no longer obligatory, and for many people, women especially, that has been a blessing. But perhaps a mixed blessing, to judge by the culture’s continuing, if not deepening, fascination with the subject. It has been easier for us to give up cooking than it has been to give up talking about it — and watching it.

Today the average American spends a mere 27 minutes a day on food preparation (another four minutes cleaning up); that’s less than half the time that we spent cooking and cleaning up when Julia arrived on our television screens. It’s also less than half the time it takes to watch a single episode of “Top Chef” or “Chopped” or “The Next Food Network Star.” What this suggests is that a great many Americans are spending considerably more time watching images of cooking on television than they are cooking themselves — an increasingly archaic activity they will tell you they no longer have the time for.

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The Food Network has helped to transform cooking from something you do into something you watch — into yet another confection of spectacle and celebrity that keeps us pinned to the couch. The formula is as circular and self-reinforcing as a TV dinner: a simulacrum of home cooking that is sold on TV and designed to be eaten in front of the TV. True, in the case of the Swanson rendition, at least you get something that will fill you up; by comparison, the Food Network leaves you hungry, a condition its advertisers must love. But in neither case is there much risk that you will get off the couch and actually cook a meal. Both kinds of TV dinner plant us exactly where television always wants us: in front of the set, watching.

Let me first, say I have a love/hate relationship with the Food Network. I was addicted to it during my pregnancies when I was so sick I had to be hospitalized for severe dehydration. I couldn’t eat much less cook, so I lived vicariously through the Food Network. That said I really can’t stand to watch Rachael Ray, Sandra Lee, Paula Deen, Bobbie Flay or Guy Fieri – but I am a huge fan of all things Alton Brown and Iron Chef America, as well as a Top Chef fan. I admit that most of those shows have little do do with cooking, and are at best simply food porn. Some people like to watch guys dress up in costumes and chase a ball around a field for entertainment, and some of us like watching a chef attempt to make a gourmet meal on a dorm-room hot plate. To each her own.

But.

Every person I personally know who watches cooking shows says it has inspired them to spend more time in the kitchen. Far from being the cause that keeps us away from the stove, it has been the impetus that brought us back. You see, we at the tail-end of Generation X are the children of the 80’s, in other words, the children of convenience. We grew up on diets of poptarts and hotpockets. Dinner was the McDonald’s drive-thru or maybe Chili’s on special occasions. I remember my mom mocking a friend who claimed to always make her soups from scratch – condensed Campbells was our normal fair. Just recently I had to explain to my husband that you could make mayonnaise from scratch. We are the generation that never learned to cook. Most people I know would have no idea how to make their own pasta sauce – or even why they should. That is until they started watching the Food Network. All of a sudden a generation that never had the opportunity to learn how to cook is abandoning the drive-thru and learning a new skill. On numerous occasions I have watched a Food Network show, downloaded the recipe and tried it myself. Recently a friend told me that her tween daughter one evening paused the Food Network show she was watching and went to the kitchen and made the featured dish. For me and many of my friends, the Food Network has taught us how to cook.

But not only are we learning how to cook, we are rethinking what we are eating. When we see Michael Simon say he would never use frozen boneless skinless chicken breasts or hear Jamie Oliver discuss seasonal produce, some of us start asking why. Why is it better to eat whole foods instead of processed things? Why should I eat in season? Why is is better to buy whole chickens than just the breasts? Sure these are all basic aspects of cooking that our grandparents knew well – but which my generation never learned. There were valid reasons our parents gave up wholesome food for pre-packaged convenience, but how can we honestly be expected to know what’s better unless we are taught. And for better or worse my generation’s teacher is The Food Network. It of course has it’s issues. It’s corporate, has the products it must push, and seems to care little about ethical issues related to food. But perhaps all that is a symptom of a problem and not its cause.

So, I agree with Michael Pollan’s conclusion. To be healthy we (men and women) should be spending more time in the kitchen cooking from scratch using whole ingredients. But, from my limited perspective it’s not necessarily the Food Network turning us into couch potatoes, it is instead helping save us from what we’ve already become.

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Remembering History’s Evils

Posted on July 30, 2009July 11, 2025

Sorry for the long silence here. I spent the last week and a half at my parent’s place in Taos, New Mexico with a bunch of friends from our old church in Illinois. It was a great time, but I didn’t have two seconds together to attempt to even open my computer. Since we had friends visiting, we did touristy things all week and I couldn’t help but encounter stories of the history of the place that truly made me think.

It is strange being at places in America where our own sordid history has not been completely hushed up. In most of the country it is easy to forget who we stole the land from, who we enslaved to build initial infrastructure, and who we oppressed on our path to becoming a “great” nation. If those reminders aren’t there before our eyes, we tend to forget they ever happened (and then get accused of being unpatriotic or of outright lying if you even mention the history). But its hard to hide from that history in New Mexico – at least once you make even a vague attempt to open your eyes.

For instance – I attended the Emergent Gathering in Glorieta, NM a couple of times in the past. While I had heard that Glorieta was the site of a major Civil War battle, often called the Gettysburg of the West, I knew little else of its history or culture except for the fact that the Southern Baptists had built a camp there that did its best to pretend New Mexican culture didn’t exist. But this trip, I discovered that it was at the opening of the Glorieta Pass on the Santa Fe trail that the Mexican army made its last stand against the invading U.S. army in 1846. You see, for years U.S. citizens had been settling in Texas (often for the freedom to trade slaves). In 1836, these U.S. Texans declared Texas an independent country and went to war with the current ruler – Mexico. After remembering the Alamo and all that, the Republic of Texas formed. When the U.S. then annexed Texas in 1846 (which at that point included most of New Mexico), Mexico chose not to simply give up the land and leave. This was seen as cause for war and the U.S. invaded to secure the land we stole. General opinion saw it as our right to take the land, with some citing it “Our manifest destiny to overspread the continent allotted by Providence for the free development of our yearly multiplying millions.” A small group of dissenters called this invasion robbery and murder, and Abraham Lincoln asserted “Let us put a check upon this lust of dominion.” But their protest was to no avail. And so the U.S. army met and massacred the Mexican army at Glorieta – claiming the territory for ourselves. It puts things in perspective to know the history of the place – knowing who died so we could use a spiffy retreat center.

july09-221Same thing in Taos. One of the oldest continuously lived in pueblos in America is the Taos Pueblo. In 1847, after the U.S. took New Mexico, local Indians and Hispanics were fearful that the U.S. wouldn’t honor their ownership of the land and so staged a rebellion against the U.S. governor in Taos. The governor ended up dead and the U.S. Army moved quickly to quash the revolt. (the Indians actually claim that they had nothing to do with the murder, that the Mexicans set them up). As the U.S. army attacked, many of the pueblo’s residents (the women and children) as well as some of the insurgents took refugee in the Catholic church on the pueblo seeking its protection and sanctuary. The U.S. army burned them alive inside the church. The picture is of the remains of the church that has simply been left in ruins since that day.

I hear those stories and know that even though I am enjoying the benefits of past oppression, I have to at least acknowledge that great evil has been done. But there were others touring the Taos Pueblo I overheard who were offended that the Indians dare tell the story of how the U.S. army massacred their people. They thought it was rude and uncalled for to even bring up such stories. I found it interesting that here I was having no choice but to confront the sins of our collective past, and others around me were trying to silence history. But then I thought, at least they were hearing the stories whether they choose to believe them or not. That’s why I am a huge fan of going to places where that history is in your face. No, its not fun to visit the site of a massacre, or of a firebombing, or the Holocaust Museum, but unless we make that effort we too soon forget that they exist. And from there we quickly start pretending that the evils they remind us of never happened. We need those reminders.

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