Friday, November 6, 2015

Who Cares?


My favorite bit from SNL is Fred Armisen's mimicry of Joy Behar who constantly says "who cares.".  In my bathroom I have a great print that says, "Give No Fucks".  I have to remind myself of these of late.

I am sitting in another classroom with another Student Teacher, she is not the anal re-tentative kind that I seem to encounter of late, this is the dumb white girl. Had a few of those. This is what is being drawn into the Teaching profession.

Talking to an old timer last night at the Laundromat she said that at a school I used to sub at but finally packed it in has become such at hot mess that 12 Teachers left and there is only one I know still there.   And that the Teachers that have come in are unbelievably inept and so by the book with little social skills. Shocking but yes this is consistent.

I cannot fully blame MEllinneals as frankly I think it is a double whammy of personality type and professional training of who is attracted to the field and the shitty job of prepping them for it. I see the current Ph.d field of Curriculum Instruction of Multicultural Education as a new option. So if I am to understand it that is a field that believes those of multicultural education need special/different curriculum.

 So an Asian kid would need something different that his/her Black/White/Native/Indian/Latino/Pacific Islander cohort.  Do we need to further break it down into the classifications and countries of origin when it comes "Asian" "Latino" "African" vs "American Black" vs everyone else. Its' separate but its equal!

And after the last two days just once again I don't mind sitting here being passive as she has forgotten to ask my name and then promptly forgotten it and asked again.  She is being filmed next week I am sure it will be stellar.  Oh wait "who cares" "I don't give a fuck."

So I was then laughing when I saw this op-en in the New York Times.



Back to the Future, Please, Candidates
The New York Times
 
To run for president this year, it’s not enough to be a neurosurgeon, a senator or a former secretary of state. One must be a neurosurgeon who chased his mother with a hammer as a child; a senator whose father was beaten toothless in prison and fled Cuba with $100 sewn into his underwear; or a former secretary of state whose mother went without food as a first grader.
Nowhere does the Constitution specify that to run for president one must possess a bio out of Charles Dickens or Horatio Alger. But ever since Bill Clinton rode his hardscrabble history as an abused kid from Hope, Ark., into the White House, it has become increasingly fashionable for candidates to display authenticity by plumbing their family histories for (often questionable) examples of “I made it, America, and you can, too.”

But, really, who cares?



Everybody loves an inspiring narrative. But for that, why not dig into the stack of real accomplishments by the candidates themselves, that group of overachievers running for the presidency?



These people have argued before the Supreme Court and negotiated with world leaders; run cities, states, corporations and a premier medical institution. Yet go to Bernie Sanders’s website and smack between his graduation from college and being elected mayor of Burlington, Vt., there’s Bernie the “carpenter and documentary filmmaker.”
In the second Republican debate Carly Fiorina — whose chief qualification for higher office is that she ran Hewlett-Packard, at least until she was fired — doubled down on her secretary-to-C.E.O. story by adding that “my husband, Frank, of 30 years, started out driving a tow truck for a family-owned auto body shop.” She skipped over the part about her privileged upbringing and Stanford degree.
In launching her candidacy in New York, Hillary Rodham Clinton led her speech not with her role in handling an ever more dangerous world as secretary of state, but with “my grandfather going to work in the same Scranton lace mill every day for 50 years.”
And poor Donald Trump, who was born with a silver spoon and turned it into a gold one, railing about Marco Rubio’s credit cards. As a state legislator, Mr. Rubio put groceries, wine and personal car repairs on a Florida Republican Party charge card. Yet when asked about his financial management during the last debate, he reminded voters again that he’s the son of a bartender and a maid.
CNN broadcast the inconclusive results of two reporters’ weekslong quest to find the classmates Ben Carson tried to stab and hit with a rock when he was 14. But is that violent childhood, with its required tale of religious redemption, a more important qualification than what Mr. Carson said this week on his Facebook page: “I spent night after night in a quiet, sterile room trying to save the life of a small child. That was my life’s service. This is my life’s experience.”
The question of Mr. Carson’s fitness for the presidency certainly has more to do with his professional experience and policy ideas than what he experienced as a child.
All this myth making is a politician’s way of showing authenticity. But it’s now time to press these candidates harder on their own records and so-far vague proposals on jobs and taxes, education and crime than on how many miles they walked to school as children. What’s past is past, as Grandma would say. A presidential race is about the future.



I have long lamented about the hard knock tales of woe and can I have some more gruel sir stories that abound from Politicians and their aspirants, such as Dr. Ben Carson and his supposed hard knock life that he professes to overcome. Just the facts of it without the addendum's of stabbings, shootings, etc really aren't necessary but if you can't be the victim, be the martyr.  I know I pulled that "trump" card yesterday with the hideously unkind self absorbed Co-Teacher yesterday.  I didn't lie it was just that the story I wove was not one that was a linear continuum. Yes the things happened to me but not at one time just over time at different times with of course some extra vinegar poured in to make it especially sour. Yes as I say to kids, I don't lie but I do make stuff up - it's way more entertaining.

So I do get it, the manipulations on some level. It is to embarrass or shame (which is why I do it) guilt trip (ditto) or to endear and connect on some level to those whom you need to reach for votes or money or popularity, fame etc.    No one goes through life without a set of experiences - both positive and negative - that lend to building their personal narrative. Some are more interesting than others but it is not a measure of one's value or lack thereof for not having the Annie/Oliver story to show how the unicorn of meritocracy saved you from a life of gruel and floor cleaning.

I, like my political counterpoints, seem to have a stump speech that I repeat ad infinitude, often on a daily basis. The same pronouncement of my CV, my professional history and my skill set and likely the same manner in which the great unwashed respond to those on the stump, it falls on deaf ears.  I am bored of listening to myself so I have no idea how they function ideally doing the same thing. Perhaps that may largely contribute to the popularity of Donald Trump. That or he is well crazy.  I think that matters not in the least in America but rich does and that is truly the appeal.

That is what we do care about money the rest - Who Cares?!!








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