Ever since PZ Myers’ tongue-in-cheek hosting of the last Carnival of the Elitist Bastards (as well as my post about reclaiming slurs, which followed soon after) I’ve been thinking that it’s time we at It’s the Thought that Counts write the essay that everyone else did back on CEB #1 and #2 — that is, to answer the question, “What does it mean to be an elitist bastard?”
I was a little bit distraught when I read PZ’s carnival post, basically because it wasn’t crystal clear whether he was joking, and I know plenty of readers wouldn’t get the joke. The idea was to take the term “elitist bastard” and run with it, to proclaim his superiority over all the contributors and to make fun of all of us for being insufficiently elitist or bastard-like… as a tool to sort of underhandedly point out that we had worthwhile and intelligent things to say and are actually a group of good people, deep down. It was an amusing and clever way to structure the post. Still I wonder if, given the cult of personality that’s grown around PZ Myers, if it didn’t come across as a little too believable in its on-face message.
I’m all for dispelling the myth that being knowledgeable and willing to use that knowledge makes you an “elitist bastard.” (There are ways for that term to be appropriately applied… about a person complaining that the Evian poured for them at a private golf club is a few degrees off the right temperature, or something… but most of the time it’s used with entirely the wrong sense.) It’s not “elitist” to make the observation that, in some quality such as general education level or expertise in a particular area, you are above average — assuming that you’re right. It’s no more elitist for an economist to share an opinion about economic policy than it is for a construction worker to build a sturdy wall, a janitor to wax the floors until they shine, or a figure skater to execute a triple axel. If someone feels bad about having less expertise about something than you, they should rectify it by improving themselves, not by calling you a “bastard.”
Now, I’m all for reclaiming words used as slurs. But there’s reclaiming, and then there’s prophecy fulfillment. Sometimes slur words are just sounds, and sometimes they’re descriptive terms. “Elitist bastard” is one of the latter. I don’t want to deal with this term by saying, “Oh yeah, I’ll show you an elitist bastard!” and being as much of an elitist and a bastard as I can be. It might seem funny to me at the time, but the joke is going to go right over the heads of the very people whose minds I’m trying to change. (Want another example? It’s one thing to pull the rug out from under the derogatory “hebe” and name a Jewish magazine “Heeb.” It’d be quite another thing to try to embrace the term “dirty Jew,” because embracing it would seem to require one to be extra dirty in whatever ways seemed most stereotypical. There’s a reason this doesn’t happen.)
I don’t believe the CEB philosophy is about embracing the term “elitist bastard” as such, so much as it is about pointing out its absurdity by juxtaposing it with ourselves. We’re proud and happy to be intelligent people with carefully thought-out opinions, and we believe we can improve the “marketplace of ideas” by sharing those opinions rather than being shamed into silence by people who equate education with evil. At least, that’s my interpretation, and based on the “What It’s About” section on the carnival blog I’m inclined to say that the rest of the crew would agree with me.
You can help raise the level of our public discourse from the subgutter of stupidity in which it currently resides. All you have to do is celebrate your own intelligence.
You don’t have to be erudite or loquacious. You don’t have to be particularly learned or expert. Just say what you think. What do you think about the dumbing down of the media? Education? Politics? Why do you suppose our cultures celebrate jocks, but not genius?
…Saving the world is a noble goal. Savoring it may be just as important. As Elitist Bastards, I think we can manage both.
To me, being part of the Carnival of the Elitist Bastards means saying, “If by ‘elitist bastard,’ you mean someone who isn’t embarrassed to enjoy learning new things… if by ‘elitist bastard,’ you mean someone who takes pride in making reasonable and logical decisions… if by ‘elitist bastard,’ you mean someone who seeks to use their skills to make the world a better place, then yes, I suppose I am an elitist bastard.”
It’s not about trying to be bastards. It’s about trying to do what we believe is good and right, while acknowledging that we’re probably going to be called bastards for it.