Monday, October 10, 2011

Nerd Theology II: Response to a Response

Victoria of Gaudete Theology wrote a critique of my post Nerd Theology. I'm thrilled to respond, both because the back-and-forth makes me feel like a ~*real academic*~ and because dialogue is essential to any meaningful exercise in process theology (which “Nerd Theology” most certainly is).

“In this tent we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling.”
2 Corinthians 5:2

“[In Heaven] there will be no animal body to weigh down the soul in its process of corruption; there will be a spiritual body with no cravings, a body subdued in every part to the will.”
Augustine, City of God XIX.17

There are two major frustrations I have with human physical reality as we currently know it:

  1. That the human body is so limited. I can't number the times I've wished for a second pair of arms. Or stalk eyes. Or the ability to fly. Or – the most frustrating aspect of being human – the ability to function without needing to waste a third of my life sleeping. (As brilliant and important a field as it is, I don't want to get into disability theory just now; all I'll say is: read The Chrysalids, and don't accept the popular conception of the non-disabled body as normative, whole, and ideal.)

  2. That the human body limits understanding. One of the earliest lessons you absorb with your baby formula is “don't get strung up by the way I look, don't judge a book by its cover” (N.B. If as a small child you absorbed the lesson in exactly this formulation, you are probably a much more awesome person than I am). But grounding my essential personhood in the particular physical body with which I am currently lumbered is doing exactly that. When you look at me and judge me to be a woman, you're reducing my personhood to a socioculturally constructed identity. Everyone, of course, makes these judgments all the time, every day, because we have no way of connecting mind-to-mind, personhood-to-personhood, and really understanding one another.

This is where God comes into it. Victoria points out that the incarnation collapsed the one true dualism of Creator and created; for Christians, this collapsing is perennial because of the Holy Spirit, the aspect of the Creator God that is now a part of us. This universal Spirit makes us one body – it connects us, mind-to-mind, personhood-to-personhood – but in our current physical reality we have no way of truly concretely experiencing this connection. The point of a transhumanist, biotechnological theology is to seek real and tangible ways of exploring our unity in the Spirit.

She's right, of course, to point out that I risk succumbing to Cartesian dualism. (Oh, irony – in seeking to avoid one form of dualism, I get sucked into another.) I suppose her point is that, whatever issues I personally may have with it, our experience as humans unquestionably encompasses the physical realm. I suppose my point is that I believe our experience of the physical realm could and will be radically different without the loss of our humanity.

And I do think the resurrection supports this belief. Jesus' post-resurrection body retains what is awesome about having a physical body (and I do recognize that some things about it are awesome; just because I'm so often uncomfortable in my own skin doesn't mean I don't enjoy good food and hot baths and hugs from those I love), while adding a number of upgrades and bugfixes. Teleportation? Yes please! Ability to pass through matter? Bring it on! The resurrected Christ is arguably the first post-human.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Happy Birthday GCG

HOLY MATZAH BALLS. Apparently I've managed to sustain this spewing-my-thoughts-on-the-internet malarkey for an entire orbit of the earth around the sun.

Knowing this, you might be tempted to go back and read some of the thoughts I first spewed here, back in the misty dawn of time. Don't do it. Seriously, those early posts stink.

(You're doing it, aren't you? *sigh* Take them with a pinch of salt, okay?)

What will, I think, be fun is to revisit some of the self-selected highlights of Gay Christian Geek's first year. First, though, don't you want to know some stats?

Five Most Popular Posts

Drinking Game Of Thrones

A Very Glee Blog Post

“Facebook-rape” No More!

The Theology of Broadway's The Book of Mormon Part Four – Jews, Christians, Mormons, & Everyone Else: “I Believe”

Disneyfail: Pocahontas vs The Princess and the Frog

Top Five Referring Sites

Feministe (hooray for Shameless Self-Promotion Sunday)

Google (cheating, I'm conflating .com and .co.uk)

The Deadly Doll's House of Horror Nonsense (thanks, Emily! FYI GleeKast is the main reason I'm still watching Glee, its brain-breaking terribleness notwithstanding)

Overthinking It (even unsolicited shameless self-promotion apparently works)

Shakesville (<3 <3 <3 <3 <3)

Proudest Blogging Moments

Being quoted at length in The Funny Feminist's review of The Book of Mormon (which she's actually seen).

Guest-posting at Canonball and Bitch Flicks.

Any time a friend has made it clear, during meat-conversation, that they do indeed read my spewings.


As vast an exercise in ego onanism (egonanism?) as this blogging enterprise is, the thing that elevates it above mere intellectual echo chamber is you, beloved reader. Thank you to everyone who's ever engaged with my ramblings, especially Sam and Shadsie. It's an honor to be read by you, and in GCG's second year I'll do my level best to be worthy of it. Upward and onward!

Five Things I Wrote That You Should Definitely (Re-)Read

Slow Down Your Neighbors: Universalism, Semiotics, and Rob Bell

The Theology of Broadway's The Book of Mormon (parts one, two, three, and four)

FUCK YOU, STRAIGHT PEOPLE

God of Speculative Fiction

Fictioneering #1: It Looked Like Spilt Milk

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Hell Of Self-Awareness

Leftist religionists like yours truly tend to place near-exclusive emphasis on God's Love, leaving the image of a judgey God to our fundamentalist cousins.

Well, this is why I believe in God's judgment.

In brief: cute little gay kid loves Lady Gaga, has posse of girl buddies, makes It Gets Better video, continues to be horribly bullied, takes own life. On the day of his wake, big sister attends school dance with her friends and his; when a Lady Gaga song is played, they start to cheer and chant his name – whereupon the bullies shout in response that they're glad he's dead.

People do evil stuff. People do evil stuff, and, so far from regretting it, they do more evil stuff. That can't be the end of the story.

If hell exists, it's self-awareness. It's having the conscience, maturity, and self-reflectiveness to comprehend just what a piece of shit you are. It's losing sleep to the roiling in your gut as you remember the time fifteen years ago when somebody made fun of the fat kid and you laughed. It's the agonizing remembrance of every cruel or thoughtless thing you ever said, knowing bone-deep how much it hurt the other person.

If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat; if he is thirsty, give him water to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.

It might happen when they grow up a little, or it might not happen in this lifetime; but one day the children who hounded and persecuted little Jamey Rodemeyer to death and beyond it will know what it feels like to truly love and truly be loved. When they do, the full magnitude of the evil they have done will hit them like burning coals on their heads. They will know themselves, and they will be in hell.

God's justice is God's love. God's love is the very judgment that sends evildoers to the hell of self-awareness.

This hell is a necessary step on the road to redemption. No matter what you've done, there is no true redemption without experiencing the hell of self-awareness. For their own sakes, I want Jamey Rodemeyer's tormentors to know hell.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Nerd Theology

I've said it before, but I loathe dualism. Dualism stems from essentialism, and essentialism is garbage.

Take gender essentialism. A lot of classical theology revolves around the idea that Male and Female are discrete categories with a fundamental, essential, spiritual distinction. Reading Barth on this issue requires a strong stomach. He calls it a “natural dualism” (ah, the argument from nature, my ~favorite~! Tell me, if nature's so awesome, why do I have to dye my hair to make it blue, the most awesome color hair can be?) and declares that anyone who's not Monogamously Heterosexually Married is defective as a human being. Within a Monogamous Heterosexual Marriage framework, conveniently enough, women must be subordinate to men, and a “mature” woman understands and accepts that subjugation is actually equality, because, um, LOOK, QUEERS!

In one stroke, Barth dehumanizes not only all the women and all the queers but even the single non-queers, and it all stems from his gender essentialism. People who have built themselves a worldview of queer-hating, woman-subjugating, MHM-idealizing dualism are terrified of deconstructing gender, because if you take away that foundation then the whole house of cards comes tumbling down.

I don't believe in gender essentialism. I don't believe in gender. There is nothing about me that makes me somehow fundamentally and essentially female. Everything about me that could be called “female” is a social construct foisted on me, on the basis of the visible physiognomy of the meat-body in which this consciousness currently resides.

I am not a woman. I am not female. I am a human, socio-biologically constructed into the artifical category of “female”. Femaleness is no part of the essential Me (nor, need I say it, is maleness) – no more than the red hair I had yesterday or the blue hair I have today.

Too often, queer theorists become body essentialists. They ground the fulness of human experience within the physical reality of the human body: male, female, able, disabled, eating, running, breathing, touching. I say, Screw that. The physical reality of the human body is a limitation on human experience. True human experience is in the consciousness, the mind, the Me that does the thinking and feeling. My consciousness is like the bridge of the Starship Enterprise, one stage removed from the physical world which I experience in the firing of synapses. The physical brain itself is a set of electrical pulses*. The I, the consciousness, is the sentient, sapient being that analyzes these electrical pulses.

*OR SOMETHING, I DUNNO, I STUDY ANCIENT TEXTS NOT GRAY'S ANATOMY

There's no reason to confine humanness to the human body. With the growing expansion of biotechnology, the human body itself need not be what it once was. With the extension of neuroscience and artificial intelligence, the human consciousness need not be confined to even an altered human body. If a human consciousness could be downloaded into a different physical receptacle, would it somehow no longer be human?

I believe in the singularity. I believe in the New Jerusalem. I believe in a radically altered future form of human existence, one that deconstructs and transcends the arbitrary social categories into which we are foisted based on random genetic characteristics. I believe that one day there truly will be neither Jew nor Greek, neither slave nor free, neither male nor female.

I believe that, when all the deconstruction is done, there remains some substance that is the true person, apart from all sociocultural construction and life experience. If I didn't believe that, how could I believe that God loves every one of us passionately and equally?

I believe in science fiction, and I believe in God. I believe in humankind, and I believe in the future. I'm a nerd, and I'm a theologian. It makes perfect sense.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Fall TV: 2011 Edition

So I'm a grad student now (preen, ponce, smug, big words). What I didn't know going in was that, unlike high school, undergrad, and being un- or underemployed, grad school involves rather a lot of hard graft. This means that my TV-watching time is drastically diminished. This fall I will only have time to follow The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, How I Met Your Mother, Raising Hope, Glee, Modern Family, Community, Parks & Recreation, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Archer, The Good Wife, Boardwalk Empire, and the last few episodes of Breaking Bad. Between reading approximately 487251 pages of academic articles per week, writing assignments, working in the campus kitchens, church, soccer, jam circle, game night, hiking group, and weekly karaoke, I just can't squeeze in any new shows.

Luckily, none of the new shows is worth the time it takes to type the title. I know this because my now legendary talent for judging the value of a new show has gotten so sensitive that I don't even need to see the pilot before evaluating it with pinpoint accuracy. Accordingly, I have not watched a single pilot this fall. (Well, except Up All Night, which seduced me with the wonderful Maya Rudolph. This time last year, Will Arnett would also have been a major draw, but I have not yet recovered from Running Wilde *shudder*).

So here it is: your handy, spectacularly ill-informed, print-out-and-keep guide to the Fall 2011 TV Season!

2 Broke Girls
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

Pan Am
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

The Playboy Club
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

Ringer
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

I Hate My Teenage Daughter
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

Revenge
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

Suburgatory
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

Up All Night
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

Person of Interest
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

The Secret Circle
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

Whitney
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

New Girl
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

A Gifted Man
Plot:
Straight white people are boring
Letter Grade: Zzz

Last Man Standing / Man Up / How To Be A Gentleman
Plot:
Are you fucking kidding me?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

God Is A Radical

Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God...
But woe to you who are rich, for you have received your consolation.
Blessed are you who are hungry now, for you shall be satisfied...
But woe to you who are full now, for you shall be hungry.
Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh...
But woe to you who laugh now, for you shall mourn and weep.
Blessed are you when people hate you and when they exclude you and revile you and spurn your name as evil... woe to you, when all people speak well of you.


I know that God is a God of reversals. God is a radical who always challenges the status quo. When I'm in pain, God comforts me; when I'm comfortable, God unsettles me. And God's big enough to do both at the same time.

At moments when I'm missing Sam so much it hurts, God is there to assure me that love transcends geographical barriers. Whenever I feel like I've got life all figured out, God is there to pull the rug out from under my feet.

The times when I feel like a worthless waste of space, God says, “You matter.” The times when I feel like I am doing everything right, God says, “Oh, honey, are you freakin' kidding me?”

I believe in reversal. I believe in a radical overhaul of our broken, unjust reality. I believe that one day the world will be changed, justice will win, and love will reign supreme.

Whenever that vision seems impossibly far-off and utopian, God reminds me that it's inevitable. And whenever its inevitability seems like an excuse for me to do nothing, God kicks my butt into gear – because, really, striving to overturn injustice and make the world a better place is more or less the point of being human.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

AlterNet's Ableist Language

Last week I sent AlterNet the following email:

I'm a big fan of Alternet and its sharp analysis of political issues. I really do appreciate the work you do here.

However, I'm troubled by the prevalence of ableist language on this website. Nearly ever article about the GOP seems to be headlined with the word "crazy", "lunatic", or equivalent. Conflating political extremism with mental illness is a trope that does a great disservice to people with mental illnesses, as well as failing to offer any meaningful critique of political extremists (who are often being irrational, greedy, mendacious, hate-mongering, and many other more accurate adjectives than "crazy"). Last year the (now sadly defunct) website FWD (feminists with disabilities) had a great post explaining this: http://disabledfeminists.com/2010/05/28/ableist-word-profile-crazy-to-describe-political-viewpoints-or-positions/

I hope you'll consider eliminating, or at least scaling back, your usage of ableist language in your headlines, because this is a great website but it really does bother me to see an otherwise progressive site perpetuate such a harmful and regressive trope.

Keep up the good work!

I was referring to headlines like Confessions of a GOP Operative Who Left “the Cult”: 3 Things Everyone Must Know About the Lunatic-Filled Republican Party and 6 Crazy, Unconstitutional Laws Right-Wingers Are Blowing Your Money On. Search AlterNet for terms like “crazy” and “lunatic” and you'll see they've been doing this for years. It upsets me, and I finally decided it was past time to bloody well call them out on it.

The only reply I got was a generic thanks-for-your-feedback auto-response, so I don't know if my email was read or taken on board... but the AlterNet front page does not currently bear a single headline using the words “crazy”, “lunatic”, or “insane”.

I intend to keep an eye on this, of course. I imagine others have called out AlterNet on the same issue, and I'll be extremely chuffed if they've changed their policy. If you do see another headline there using ableist language, I urge you to email them about it (feel free to copy-paste all or part of my email).