Rant: My Troll in Meatspace

I know the rule on the internet: Don’t feed the troll.
But in the real world, sometimes it’s hard to recognise the trolls. They look like normal people. They act like perfectly reasonable polite human beings. But don’t let them fool you! The will rope you into pointless arguments that will rile you up and from which they can blithely walk away, satisfied that they got a reaction out of you.

At the shop where I slave away for a pittance, we ship all of our stock through a courier. Every delivery, in or out, is through the same guy.

It all started innocently enough. Polite conversations led to some political discussion, which led to (dun, dun DUN!!!) the 9/11 “conspiracy”. Apparently this guy saw Loose Change and swallowed the whole thing. At first I tried to explain how it was wrong. How none of the claims (though there are few claims actually made) added up to anything but anomaly hunting. I then used the JFK conspiracy theory as an analogy and found out he believed that one too, not to mention the fact that he didn’t even have all of his facts straight (e.g. he didn’t realise that Jack Kennedy was the same person as John F. Kennedy and that Robert Kennedy was also assassinated). At this point, I asked if there was anything that would falsify it for him, he admitted that there wasn’t and I explained that it was therefore impossible to argue with him because if you can’t falsify it, it can’t be proven.

The following week, he brought up some book he read about CIA mind control experiments and tried to use the fact that there was a movie made about it as supporting evidence. At this point I told him there was no point in arguing with him because he had left the realm of reality and sanity.  (Note: It was in this conversation that he made the first reference to “sympathising with paedophiles” not making him a paedophile. WTF?)

This man seems to lack the basic tools with which to evaluate evidence or think critically. To make matters worse, my co-workers got the impression that he had a crush on me since he was always seeking me out (going so far as to call him “loverboy,” at which I would pantomime emesis). So, instead of wasting my energy getting all worked up about his nonsense, I’ve taken the high road and started avoiding arguing with him at all, responding to everything he says with nothing more than a one word answer. (He also ruined my high during Obama’s victory speech by coming into the store and trying to engage me in conversation, to which I responded, “Please leave, I can’t talk right now. I’m overwhelmed.”) The “Yep.” “Nope,” “Dunno” smile and nod and goodbye approach was working.

Until this week.

He came into the store as usual, I pulled out the book he must sign when picking up a bag, and he asked me if I’d heard the latest news about Bush. I said, “The shoe thing?”

“Yeah. Apparently that’s a pretty big insult in their culture.”

“Yep, second only to calling someone a dog, I think”

“It’s a shame. You know, America, a country founded on Christian values can be…”

And here’s where I made a mistake.

“Actually, it’s not founded on Christian values. The founding fathers weren’t Christians, they were Deists and wrote the consitution based on reason and the values of the Enlightenment.”

“No, they’re Christian values. Like Democracy, Freedom of Religion…”

“Excuse me? I don’t remember those being in the Bible…”

“Well, I could show you.”

“Where. Let’s start with Freedom of Religion? Are you familiar with the Ten Commandments? The first one is “Thou shalt have no other gods before me” That’s not exactly freedom of religion, that’s the opposite. And show me where in the Bible it says anything about Democracy. They aren’t Christian values. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with Christanity or that Christians don’t value those things, but they aren’t Christian Values. They came out of Enlightenment philosophy and reason. That is a fact. You are wrong.”

Then I walked away and he kept talking to my co-worker who was standing nearby and tried to change the subject, “Well, a lot of people misunderstand when you talk about Christianity, thinking that by Christian, you mean Catholic. There’s lots of other types of Christianity. In fact the first founders of the American Colonies, were Puritans fleeing persecution by the Papacy…”

I stormed back over, “No, again, you’re wrong. They were fleeing England, which was a Protestant country. They were Protestants fleeing other Protestants. Also that was about 150 years before the constitution. Don’t try to lecture me on my own country’s history. The claim you made is false. America was not founded on Christian values. You are wrong.”

“Well, I choose to interpret it differently.  Your interpretation is different, I accept that. ” (Note: At this point he said the same creepy paedophile thing again)

“No, your interpretation is wrong. Your claim is not true. My interpretation is based on FACTS, the historical record and evidence. Yours is based on opinion.”

“It’s what? Based on ignorance.”

NO, OPINION.

“Well, Christianity is about Loving Thy Enemy and Charity and Forgiveness…”

None of which is in the Constitution.”

“But the constitution mentions God.”

“That doesn’t make it a Christian document. It doesn’t say “Jesus” anywhere. It means God as an abstract. They were Deists, which meant they believed in a God, a creator, but not in miracles or Jesus or dogma.”

“Well then summarize in a few words, what it is based on.”

“The values of the ENLIGHTENMENT which were based on REASON, not RELIGION”

“The…uh…Enlightenment? Is the same as the Rennaissance?”

“No, it was several hundred years later. The Rennaisance was in the 15th and 16th Centuries, The Enlightenment was in the 18th Century. The Constitution was written DURING THE ENLIGHTENMENT which was a time when culture was moving away from religion, toward reason and secularism.”

“Well, but Christianity is about…”

I could see I had hit the end of intelligent conversation and this man was completely unaware of how bloody ignorant he was.

“Look, I don’t have time to talk about this anymore. This conversation is over, I have work to do.” I retreated to the back room and slammed the door (well, it sort of slams on its own anyway).

At this point I was shaking with anger and disgust. I knew better. I should ignore trolls. But to make a claim so ignorant and stupid, especially about something I care about deeply. It just pissed me off so much I couldn’t stand by and let him try to claim the U.S. Constitution for Jeebus.

I’m going back to ignoring him. I just needed to rant this out of my system. (However, the repeated comments he made about paedophiles really have me freaked.) On the positive side, I feel more confident about my arguing skills. Then again, winning a battle of wits with an unarmed man is hardly a victory. The whole thing just made me feel kind of dirty. I hope he isn’t stupid enough to start another argument with me.

Not the official post about TAM6

O.k. I know I said I’d do a post about The Amazing Meeting 6, which was fun, but not in the same, life-changing-meet-new-friends-and-the person-I’ll-run-away-to-Australia-for-and-marry, kind of way.

This isn’t that post.

However, it is the post in which I mention that I met Soccer Girl. She’s probably the cutest chick in the world. She has a very funny vodcast and she filmed me (very drunk) on Friday night doing my double jointed arm trick. See it here.

She and George Hrab were pretty much in each other’s hip pockets for the entire conference. Whether they’re a couple or not, I can’t say, but if they are a couple, they may be the sexiest pair of people I’ve ever met. Though Daniel Loxton (of Junior Skeptic) and his lovely wife are a close second. What is it about intelligence that makes people so darn hot?

Oh yeah, and did I mention that I’m a cover girl (hint : 2009 back cover)? It was a little weird having Phil Plait chase me down to get me to sign his copy of my picture. And by weird, I mean awesome. I have no shame at being a cover girl, since I share the honor of cover-personhood with Robert S. Lancaster.

I promise I will write a thorough, thought provoking post about The Amazing Meeting 6 in which I will cover all of the things about it that I feel totally suck in spite of it being a really great time, and in which I discuss my hangups about being a female in the skeptical movement and how I feel that the some girls in the movement get attention only if they act as cheerleaders for the men instead of actually doing meaningful work on their own (it’s like how in basketball, people go to the men’s games and leer at the cheerleaders, but the women’s league can’t get any respect, at least in America) and how I worry that I might be just another one of those cheerleaders… You get the idea.

I’ll do a full Good Things/Bad Things post. I promise.

Fads Destroy Meaning

Take Uggs. They are ugly boots made in Australia. Australians only really wear them around the house or to shuffle out to the bottle shop, or to warm one’s feet after doing a little winter surfing. Anyone who wears them all the time is considered, well, a bit “daggy.” Somehow, in America a few years ago, they gained  popularity among surfers, became high fashion chic which then became a fad among celebrities and suburban moms. Aussies are still puzzled, and a bit embarrassed.

Take trucker hats. A few years ago Hollywood hipsters started wearing them as an ironic rebellion. As in, “I’m so hip, I can wear this terrible piece of clothing that people associate with the lowest common denominator and still be hip. Look at me, I’m soooo ironic.” Then, people who didn’t get the irony started wearing them, and finally, they came full circle and only frat boys and people with no fashion sense were wearing them again. They lost their irony, and gained a new negative connotation.

Going back further, look at “grunge” fashion. It started in the independent alternative music scene in Washington and Seattle. Flannel shirts, knitted caps and thermal underwear were popular because they were  cheap, warm and the musicians were poor and really mostly cared about their music, not what they were wearing. Then, suddenly, grunge music took off and everyone started wearing flannel, thermals, knitted caps and ripped clothing. The original fashion of apathy became a symbol of caring too much, once you could buy pre-ripped jeans and overpriced distressed flannels at the mall.

Now, there’s a silly (arrgh, must resist using the word “kerfuffle”) spat over Rachel Ray’s Dunkin’ Donut ad where she wears a keffiyeh. Sure, it may have started as a way for celebs to show support for Palestinians, or to protest the war or whatever, but as far as I can tell, nobody is wearing them because of that anymore. They fly off the shelves, but they seem to just be another trendy scarf. The original symbolism is lost. I won’t wear one because I don’t like to buy things that everyone else is wearing. Other people have the opposite fashion criteria.  Rachel Ray is just a fashion victim, not a jihadi supporter. Indicting people because of the supposed symbolism of an item of clothing that has become simply a fad is absurd. You might as well tell Americans that they shouldn’t wear Uggs because in their homeland of Australia, only bogans wear them.

Superstitions Among Roleplaying Gamers

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I just finished the fourth official episode of Natural 20 (a podcast about roleplaying gamer culture), which is our exploration of superstitions in roleplaying games.

I, of course, played the skeptic, while Emma played the believer.

Most of the superstitions surrounding gaming have to do with dice. Actually, pretty much all of them do. What I deduce from this is that since the dice are the randomising agent in gaming, they are the subject of superstitions. They are the aspect over which the player has no control, so superstitions, rituals and rules about them give the player a sense of control.

Through an informal survey on the RPGmeetup.com forum, I found that of the people that took the survey (n=13), most (58%) had habits or rituals that they performed, knowing full well that they had no way of influencing the dice. This was not really surprising, as roleplaying gamers tend to be rather analytical and educated, but seem to enjoy the idea of the supernatural even if they do not believe in it. What surprised me was how elaborate these rituals were and how anal people were about them. Also, if a person rolled well, they were less likely to care about their dice rules than if they rolled poorly. The rules only seemed to come into play as a remedy for a bad streak than a way of ensuring a good streak.

I performed a “road test” of some of the dice superstitions: I named my dice, I carried them in a container I imbued with specialness, I only rolled on my notebook, not the table, and I set my die at 20 when at rest. I did roll well during that game. I didn’t call this exercise an experiment because, obviously, it wasn’t. I was just giving the behaviours a try.

In the follow-up discussion and analysis of our findings, Emma had a very interesting point: Part of the reason to play a roleplaying game and not a videogame is that it is random. The randomising agent (dice) is the only thing that keeps it from just being a story. So, is there any point to trying to influence your dice? If the GM is making important plot points dependent on rolls in order to move the story forward, then perhaps the GM isn’t doing her job properly. So maybe, even if we do (secretly) want to believe we can influence dice, we shouldn’t even try to do so.

Anyway, it will all be available for listening soon at Natural20podcast.blogspot.com

Oh yeah, and I wanted to use Superstition by Stevie Wonder during the break between the two parts, but we couldn’t use copyrighted music. There will be a sound-alike song instead called “It’s All Humbug.” I won’t tell you who performed it, but I will say she wrote it especially for the episode and it only took 20 minutes, so please be kind.

The truth about Nessie

I just bought this new t-shirt.

Heehee. It’s got a puppet.

Neanderthin?

That\'s one hot humanoid.This is the mental image I get whenever I hear about this new-ish title for the old “Paleo” diet.

There’s nothing wrong with these kind of diets, per se, it’s just that, well, I don’t think it’s a very good name.

After all, the Neanderthals DIED OUT.

They were outcompeted and were basically an evolutionary dead end. We survived because we developed different strategies for survival that were more adaptable to different environments. Then, eventually we created agriculture, which was a great leap forward in our ability to feed large groups.
In order to get the benefits from this so called “cave-man” diet, we depend on our ability to grow crops (maybe they should call it the “Bronze age” diet).
Basically, it’s a romantic misnomer for a diet consisting of good, healthy raw foods and quality proteins.
You don’t have to carry a spear and wear mammoth skins to get the benefits of that.

In the end, it’s all marketing.

Down in the trenches

In this context, for me, the trench is the Alternative Medicine section of Yahoo!Answers.

Why am I doing this? Do I really hate myself that much? Do I really think I can convert anyone?

I’m doing this because I am sick of sitting back on my laurels and pooh-poohing this stuff from my little private Skeptopia. Skeptopia is a land where many skeptics live. It’s a safe place where skeptics get together and pat each other on the back for being so clever. It’s not just here, most of the other skeptic forums and blogs have become Skeptopias. I’ve built my own Skeptopia here so I can talk about how clever I am, and if anyone flames me I can delete their comment and pretend they don’t exist. It gets boring sometimes, ridiculing dumb ideas and patting myself on the back is starting to give me shoulder cramp. In the end, how does it help anyone or change anything if I stay in my safe little world?

I was looking for more information about GNC’s iridology offer and I ran across this section of Yahoo! Answers and it was just the place I think I need to be. It’s not a site people go to in order to find answers refuting alternative medicine claims, it’s a place where they go to have them confirmed or to get advice. There is a lot of bad information going around there, from folk remedies to advice on the best chiropractic schools, but I noticed that there are a few skeptics too. People linking to quackwatch, people giving glib negative answers. All morning, I’ve been researching answers and trying to provide detailed, informed answers to questions by seriously curious people. It’s not the people who are already clearly wrapped up in alternative medicine that I target, it’s the people with serious questions who are just interested in learning more who I think need good information.

I don’t just tell people to go to a doctor. I don’t tell people that they are stupid or that such-and-such is simply nonsense. I try to provide simple explanations of the science involved and I make suggestions that they might be better off looking for other alternatives. Basically, I try to answer the question as best I can without judgment or prejudice

Maybe it doesn’t make a lick of difference. I’ll get back to you once people start rating my answers.

GNC offering iridology

Iridology is one of the biggest crackpot ideas I’ve ever encountered. It’s a form of alternative diagnostics that is completely unscientific, easy to disprove and is about as useful as palmistry. Furthermore, it doesn’t even diagnose what you currently have, but often claims to predict conditions that you may develop in the future, which you can’t falsify until the practitioner has already collected her money. It is often paired with homeopathy, so you can treat conditions you don’t have with medicines that don’t exist

I walked past my local GNC outlet and noticed a huge sign in the window offering iridology consultations. What the hell is up with GNC? They prey on people’s superstition and need for a competetive edge and perfect health by selling unproven supplements, ridiculously high doses of vitamins and fake alternative medicines. Now iridology? What’s next? Free tarot readings every full moon? It just goes to show that it’s not just patchouli scented hippies who fall for alternative medicine. Spandex clad gym rats are shelling out big bucks for placebos too.

Side note: It’s funny how tacking the suffix “-ology” can make something sound completely legit.

From Beyond

Two days ago I received an envelope in the mail.

Inside was a Valentine’s Day card “To My Granddaughter”

Both of my grandmothers are deceased.

Inside of the touching and pre-written card it was signed, “I love you, Granny”

Also enclosed inside of the card was a small printed note from my (living) father explaining that he had found this pre-signed card in some papers of my Granny’s that he had been sorting through.

Last year, for the last three days of my Granny’s life, I held her hand as leukemia ebbed the life from her. Even after she slipped into a coma, I held her hand. I was the person to whom she spoke her last words.

That card shattered me.

I miss her terribly. I was her only granddaughter.

Mostly, what I miss was the fact that even in her last moments of consciousness, she laughed. She had a sense of humor and fun that kept her laughing to the last. She told stories and she loved to hear stories. I could make her laugh and she really loved to laugh.

She also loved my red Converse All Stars. Every time I wear them, I think of her and how they made her smile. She had a huge smile that seemed to take up her whole face. That woman was all teeth. I wish I had her wide, full mouth, but I definitely got the teeth. Big, tall teeth all crammed into my little mouth.

I’m not the kind of person to draw meaningful connections between meaningless coincidences, but I’d been wearing her opal ring for a few days when I got that card. And today I got some good news. I can see how it would be comforting to imagine that she’s watching over me, letting me know that good things were coming. That thought makes me feel good, even though I know she’s gone and it’s just my imagination.

I’m wearing my red Converse All Stars now.

Axiraphism

An example of skepticism gone a bit too far.

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