things #21
Leslie Mann, Pessimistic Meta-Induction, and I was a Misogynist
This is the series where I talk about something of personal interest with you guys. Each week I’ll talk about 3 things in the hope that you too find the same experience that I had – or at least in the hope that you are entertained.
Leslie Mann
I like Leslie Mann.
Nay.
I love Leslie Mann.
She is an individual of great stature within my cognitive economy. I cannot put it into words how much I love her and her acting. It is only through expression and action that I can represent my great affection for this stupendous individual.
And such expressions were very much manifest the other night as I rewatched The Other Women (2014) with Big Boy and Saint Snail the artist formerly known as Da Snail. Cus like Leslie Mann is just such a kool baddie.
Don’t believe me? Well lemme prove ur dumb ass wrong ok.
Your honour, I submit to the court Exhibit A – High Aura
Is she not incredibly charismatic, beautiful and funny. Like brain camp is a fantastic line!!
Exhibit B – Spiderman
I quote this all the time. I brought it up with Cortes when we were walking around the museum looking at birds and lizards. I also repeatedly referenced it throughout the other women.
Exhibit C – Cool Tank Top Man
Tis a travesty that the type of films made in the late 2000s and early 2010s are no longer in fashion. Leslie shined like Venus in the beiatful night sky, within films like 17 Again (2009), This is 40 (2012), The Change Up (2011), and Knocked Up (2007).
However, enough is said. The prosecution rests their balls on ur chin.
Pessimistic Meta-Induction
So in Season 8 Episode 10 of IASIP (I Am Sucking Ian Paisley) Mac tries to convince the gang how evolution is false by stating “Science is a liar – sometimes” which makes all of us bitches.
And besides the reference to us being bitches for quote unquote believing in science, Mac is lowkey cooking. Now for all my readers, it may surprise you when I tell you that not only am I well versed in schizophrenia but that I am trained in the ancient ways of Analytical Philosophy and have a yellow belt in studying the Philosophy of Science.
Y is this relevant u may ask?
Tis relevant cus what Mac is sorta getting at, is called the Pessimistic Meta-Induction objection.
Here’s the simple run down of PMI in the form of a Soprano’s διαλεκτική:
Tony: You know they say electrons? They ain’t even like little balls. They’re waves or some shit.
Chrissy: Waves? Get the fuck outta here, T. What is this, the ocean now?
Tony: I’m tellin’ you what I heard. It’s science.
Chrissy: Science. You can’t even see this thing, and now it’s a wave? Maybe it don’t even exist.
Tony: What are you, stunad? Of course it exists. They got people, scientists, this is what they do. All that experimental shit.
Chrissy: Oh so what, you’re gonna start trusting some Jew scientist with something they just made up and don’t have any photos of??
Tony: They built TVs, didn’t they? Rockets, all that shit. Each year they figure out new things based off the old things. You think that just happens?
Chrissy: I’m just saying Ton’, you can’t be hanging your hat on Putnam’s ‘No Miracles Argument’
Tony: Oh stop it with all that ‘No more miraculous shit’. This ain’t the fucking virgin birth we talking bout, this is the fucking electron.
Chrissy: It’s called the ‘No Miracles Argument’ Ton’. It’s the most popular argument for Scientific Realism. It argues that scientific theories are approximately true representations of the world cus it’s unlikely that it’s successes are miracles or mere coincidences.
Tony: So what’s your problem with that? Sounds right to me.
Chrissy: Cus the problem is Laudan’s Pessimistic Meta-Induction objection. All these theories like the luminiferous ether theory of light and caloric fluid theory of heat were taken to be true at their time. But we know now that they’re bullshit Ton’, so why shouldn’t we also think that our present theories are also bullshit. Cus according to ‘NMA’ those old theories were also approximately true representations of the world.
Tony: So what? What the fuck are we even talking about here.
Chrissy: Well maybe all this electron shit is bullshit too.
Tony: Yeah, well maybe you’re bullshit. Ever think of that?
Chrissy: I’m serious, T…
Tony: No, you’re retarded, that’s what you are. You’re sittin’ here talkin’ about invisible waves like you’re fuckin’ Einstein.
Chrissy: I’m just tryin’ to understand the world.
Tony: Why don’t you understand how to shut your mouth every once in a while. And maybe understand how to handle a fucking drink. And whatever happened to Gary Cooper, the strong alcoholic scientific realist type?
Chrissy: He was a scientific realist Gary Cooper?
But yeah, that’s basically the run down of PMI. There’s a lot more detail to this shit, but like this ain’t a philosophy Substack – it’s a schizophrenic one.
I was a misogynist
So I had this hinge date and like it sorta made me realise something – and that is what the experience of misogynistic hatred is like.
Cus basically the date was going very well yk. Talk was flowing, drinks were going, and aura I was showing. Then as the night neared its end, we left the tavern and walked – as one may do.
Or may not do – Big shout out to all my disabled peoples.
And as we approached the crossroads where our paths would hypothetically diverge – I asked if I should walk her home. Now this is not a flirtatious thing or a manipulation thing, I offer this to any huzz late at night post-date, even if the date went horribly.
Ofc if the date went horribly they all say “oh no that’s fine, I can walk myself back, I’ll be fine”. And I thank God that they say that, cus I do not wanna be walking people back to their cribs.
En mi pecho florido,
que entero para el solo se guardaua,
alli quedo dormido,
y yo le regalaua,
y el ventalle de cedros ayre daua.
- The Dark Night of the Soul by St John of the Cross
But this huzz said “yes, walk me back”. So I walk her back to her crib. And we stand outside her crib as the atoms within the air gripped our spirits with electromagnetic tension.
Oh the horror. How I hate these moments.
So I pulled my classic move where I put my hands behind my back and slowly walk away, whilst saying goodbye. Cus spiritually I am a eunuch, and I wish not to make any moves ever.
But then she goes “Hey dyu wanna come in?”.
And after only a second of psychic recalibration, I said “sure”.
I then stayed the night – fortunately we did not go to pound town.
But the night after, when regretting what I’ve done, I felt some kind of anger at this completely innocent and kool lady. Internally I was blaming her for my weakness. This condemnation however was not linguistic, but experiential. I felt it in my bones and need not state it in articulo.
I hated her, and detested her for inviting me in. My anger was pushed onto this fantasy I construed where she was this evil temptress forcing me to lack control over my own body.
But I do have control over my body and actions. I could have said no. I could have walked away.
Alas I did not.
Smh shake my head.
She did nothing wrong in her actions, and as soon as I felt what I felt, I flagellated myself for this horrible state my psyche entered.
But this experience reminds me of the amazing song from The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996), where Judge Frollo sings of Hellfire after Quasimodo carols about Heavens Light. And what occurs in the song, perfectly encapsulates that emotive state I was ensnared by.
Because it is my pride and hubris that causes me to think of her in such a manner. Like Frollo, I think of myself greater than I actually am. Morally I am far too big to fail. Thus any shortcoming has nothing to do with me ‘the agent’, it’s all systemic and situational. Never my fault - always someone else’s.
Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud (Et tibi Pater)
Beata Maria, you know I’m so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd (Quia peccavi nimis)
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there?
Why her smold’ring eyes still scorch my soul? (Cogitatione)
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control (Verbo et opere)
I never did wrong, I was just tempted and lured in. The moral onus is not on me, but on the temptress, for I can never do wrong. I can never fail. But like the Lehman Brothers, I can fail – I always fail.
It’s not my fault! (Mea culpa)
I’m not to blame! (Mea culpa)
It is the gypsy girl, the witch who sent this flame! (Mea maxima culpa)
It’s not my fault! (Mea culpa)
If in God’s plan (Mea culpa)
He made the devil so much stronger than a man (Mea maxima culpa)
However my failure, and all of our failures, are not merely lost causes. Whilst we are not too big to fail, we are equally not too small to always fail. Thus Frollo, is arrogant, hubristic, and pessimistic when he thinks the devil is stronger than man.
We are stronger than the devil. And his porch-resting-hot-apple-pie scented finger of temptation can always be repelled - it can always be rebuked.
Yet Frollo’s problem is that he sees the devil within Esmerelda and blames her for sending this flame of passionate lust. Thus, he rejects and condemns her. But the devil is within himself - a fact his pride cannot accept.
Oh shit word count too high. My bad guys. Just don’t be misogynistic. I do not like misogyny.
So yeah, that’s this weeks edition of things. Stay tuned till next week for - wait for it - more things. That’s right guys, I’m gonna talk about more things. And then the next week after that. [Pause and think]. Yes that’s correct, more things will be discussed.
Cus at the end of the day, I like things, and I like to talk about things.
I also like Leslie Mann
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