KSS minus one

KSS stands for Kwantlen Second Semester. Originally I was going to call this blog entry “SS minus one” but I thought that might be misconstrued as some kinda Nazi thing.

Tomorrow I start my second semester at Kwantlen. That means I have to transition out of the lazy mode I have lapsed into over the winter break.

The sad thing is, I was just starting to enjoy it.

Meh, whatever. I will enjoy being back in school too. It will be good to have something to do with my time, and something to focus my energies upon. I am a little worried about my messed up knee, but as long as I remember to be gentle with it, I should be fine.

The big news is that yesterday, I took the plunged and dropped my Linguistics class so I would not have three classes on Tuesday, like I had before. I decided I had to bow to sanity, even if it meant I had to resume the quest for that elusive fifth class all over again.

So I dropped my linguistics class and went on the hunt. It’s not easy because I am so fussy. It has to be the Richmond campus, it can’t start before 1 pm, I don’t wanna take anything like hardcore science this semester… my only asset is that I have very broad interests, so I can enjoy a class on history as much as one on sociology or philosophy or whatever.

My cousin has a doctorate in Whatever from Ya Know, Just Stuff University.

Anyhow, after a lot of dead ends, I resigned myself to doing something I didn’t want to do, and that is take (sigh) Introduction to Philosophy.

So not only am I now taking three Philosophy courses, I have to go through Philosophy 101 again.

But now I have a saner schedule. One class on Mondays, two on Tuesdays, and two on Wednesdays. I still have no class classes on Thursdays and Fridays, which is suboptimal, but acceptable.

I will find things to do on those days.

Here’s a breakdown of what I am taking :

Introduction to Philosophy : Yech. I am not looking forward to that. I dunno why I am being such a snob about it. It’s not like I remember taking it the first time like it was yesterday. I will no doubt find it interesting. I guess I just feel like I am too good at philosophy to have to take a 101 class in it. I felt the same when they made me taking a Essay Writing For Dummies course when I went to UPEI. I was like, “I got an 88 percent in ADVANCED English and now you’re making me do THIS SHIT?”. I really did not want to be there and it showed. Now I feel bad for the prof who taught the class. It wasn’t his fault I felt like I was being made to repeat kindergarten. He did not deserve me quiet but palpable contempt. But I was far less socially clued in back then. After all, I was only 20.

Introduction to Ethics : Sounds like a course for sociopaths, doesn’t it? This is one I know I will enjoy because ethics is my all time favorite subject in philosophy and probably also in life. I love it so much that I enjoy hyper depressing stories like The Cold Equations because of the ethical issues it explores. I love super tricky moral questions. And to me, the question of what is right and what is wrong is the most important question there is. Compared to it, everything else is mere engineering.

Philosophy, Culture, and Identity : The mysterious one, in that I can’t imagine exactly what will be in it like I can with the other two. Here’s the course description :

Students will be introduced-through literary and philosophical works-to issues connected with how the modern identity is formed and how it is constituted in Western culture.

Sounds pretty darn interesting to me! It contains two favorite subjects of mine : identity (who am I and how did I get that way, and what does that mean?) and modernity (the same thing, but as a culture). Modern life is so comfortable and efficient that it’s hard for us to understand how rare and amazing it is in the context of history and the world as it is today. I will enjoy studying that.

Canada since 1867 : I realized while mucking about with registration that I have not taken any history since high school. So I am looking forward to this. I have always liked learning about history, it’s just never been something I found compelling enough to study. I thought about taking a course about Europe since World War I instead, but that made me feel like I was being a bad Canadian. So Canadian history it is. Should be chock full of action and suspense.

Intro to Creative Writing 1 : Presumably, this will be the nice, normal, all I have to do is write course that I craved when I was taking Creative Writing : New Forms And Media last semester. That will be a profound relief. Writing I can do no problem. After all, I am the nutbar that decided he would write a million words in a year and did it in 11 months, and has been writing 1000 words a day since. I look forward to being challenged to write things I wouldn’t normally write.

And that’s what my semester will look like. It will be weird going to school three days a week instead of five, and I really, really hope (are you listening, Me Of The Future) that when it comes time to register for the summer semester, I remember to register for classes the moment registration opens so I can have the courses I want for a change.

I still need to pick up some school supplies. Mostly printer paper and hole-reinforced paper for my binders. Plus, of course, my textbooks. I imagine the bill for them has gone up seeing as the linguistics I was going to have had no texts and I am pretty sure Philosophy 101 will have a ton.

Anyhow, that’s what my next four months will look like.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

To attract and keep

One of the primary tragedies that humanity seems doomed to replay endlessly involves the difference between what attracts a mate and what makes someone a good mate.

Other animal don’t have to worry about that because they are not pair-bonding species. Mate attraction is all the matters because after the sex, the two animals part ways without another thought. So these species are free to develop their sexual attractiveness independent of any other attribute. That’s how we get such absurdly inefficient creatures as the male peacock.

It’s not survival of the fittest and it never has been. It’s survival of the sexiest.

But we naked beach apes are a strange breed in more ways than one. Our reproductive strategy is to have a relatively small number of children and invest very heavily in their upbringing. That means that we have to be a pair bonding species that forms lasting partnerships stable enough to survive for long enough to split the heavy burden of child rearing.

And thus, the problem : our sexual attraction system is still the animal one that operates on sexiness, as defined by our inner gender templates. But our pair-bonding system is only loosely connected to that attractiveness system. Individuals who are terrible candidates for a lasting relationship can nevertheless specialize in attractiveness to the point where their attractiveness signals overwhelm those of non-specialists and therefore they get far more chances to make a baby while remaining extraordinarily bad at caring for or raising one, let alone making for a suitable life companion.

And if we could separate the two systems, it would not be that big of a problem. But sexual attractiveness and romantic attractiveness are irrevocably linked. We fall in love with the people who turn us on, and that often leads to ruin.

Thus, you have the heartbreakers of the world. We have all met them. Those people who are undoubtedly extremely attractive, but who use it irresponsibly and just take people for what they are worth and then move on when the other person dares to have needs of their own.

This all comes to head in those heady years between the ages of 18 and 15. This is when we are primed to go find a mate, get pregnant or get someone pregnant, and settle down to raise the kids.

And that used to be fine. But one of the most consistent trends of modernity is the upward trend in the definition of adulthood. In a relatively small amount of time, we have gone from adulthood and reproductive maturity being virtually identical and people getting married at 12 years of age to a society in which people don’t even consider marriage and family until they are in their late 20’s and where anyone who considers settling down with a life partner before the age of 25 is considered foolhardy and irresponsible.

So now our prime sexual pair-bonding years are off limits. But our instincts haven’t changed one bit. We are still driven to mate and pair-bond with the sexiest creatures around, in other words, the ones who put out the strongest sexual signals around.

This creates many problems. The first and most obvious is unwanted pregnancies. These happen far too often, especially in areas where information and education about how to avoid pregnancy is scarce.

This leads to far worse than abortions and awkward family discussions. It leads to children raising children, and often by only a single parent. This is not the best thing for children. The best thing for kids is two stable and loving parents. But too often, men get women pregnant and then leave them behind, and single motherhood is thrust upon women whose only mistake was doing what their biology told them to do.

When the father does stay around, there are still a lot of problems because neither parent is mature enough to handle taking care of a baby. So the child’s upbringing starts off bad and doesn’t get much worse.

But everybody knows about the problems with unwanted pregnancies. There’s another consequence of the biology and society being out of sync, and that’s Friend Zoners.

There are a lot of people in this world who are smitten by very attractive people and who would make excellent mates, but they can’t get their foot in the door because they don’t give off nearly as strong sexual signals as the object of their infatuation.

Unfortunately, sexuality is the gatekeeper to romance in the human species. Pair bonds don’t form without that initial impetus. So while the person in the Friend Zone has both sexual and romantic attraction to the object of their affections, said object has at best only the compatibility half of the equation for the person in the Zone, and when you are a compatible companion to someone but not sexually attracted, you end up as friends, not lovers.

But remember, both the heartbreaker and the Zoner are operating by the same criterion : be attracted to the sexiest person around. In that sense, it is perfectly fair.

Compounding the issue is that the Zoner, sensing that they are not the sexiest person in the heartbreaker’s life, try to compensate by demonstrating what a good mate they would make. They listen, they help out, they are supportive, and they are there when the heartbreaker needs them.

This should work, but it does not. What they are doing demonstrates their value as a mate, but without the sexual spark to set things in motion, there is no chance of true pair-bonding. They think they are demonstrating their value as a mate, but all they are really doing is demonstrating their value as a friend.

So the person in the Zone, because they don’t know that sex is, sadly, the gatekeeper, feels ripped off. They are demonstrating all the qualities that people say they want in a mate but it is not getting them anywhere close to actual mating.

And the heartbreaker can be the nicest person in the world, but they are still going to attract far more people than they can possibly be with, and so they will break hearts whether they want to or not.

This is one of the many tragedies of the human condition.

The final problem is one of role switching. Specifically, knowing when to switch off your sexual attraction mode and switch to companionship and partnership mode.

Many of the behaviours and attitudes which make a person sexy are extremely wrong in the context of a relationship, and it’s hard to know when to make the switch.

People get an idea of what attracts people to them, and if they want to keep that person in their life, they think they have to keep doing that thing, even when there are very clear signals that it’s not working any more and is, in fact, threatening the relationship.

And all because people don’t understand that this transition exists and must happen.

I guess that’s all for tonight. I really seem to be writing about gender lately, don’t I?

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.