masterofmidgets: (hand of the goddess)
What do I do with a creationist copy of The Origin of Species?

I swear when I took it I didn't know what it was. When I was walking through the quad on the way to class this morning, I passed some people handing out books, and the woman offered me a copy. I thought it was just some promotional by the bio department or something - the cover of the book just says Darwin's Origin of Species, it doesn't mention the raving crazy that lies inside. I really wish you all could see my face as I was reading the introduction to this thing and watching it get closer and closer to jumping the shark. It goes from the fairly sane "this is what Darwinian evolution is" to the questionable but reasonable "these are some questions people have raised that Drawinian evolution hasn't been able to adequately answer as of yet" to the eye-rolling "so obviously evolution is an illogical anti-scientific lie!!!". And then it veers, inexplicably and infuriatingly, into"Christianity is the only true religion and everyone else is deluded and wrong, God is vengeful and will smite you for being a heathen, and you are going to burn in hell" territory.

AND THEN THE REST OF IT IS JUST THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES. Like, there aren't even any footnotes or annotations or abridgements or anything. It's just Darwin, word for word. Why on earth would you waste your money reprinting an entire 250 page text just so you can attach a note saying everything in it is wrong and evil? THIS IS VERY CONFUSING TO ME.

So I can't decide if I should keep it or not. On the one hand, having my own copy of Origin of Species is hardly a bad thing, especially since it didn't cost me any money, and I can always ignore the head-bashing lunacy of the introduction, or even excise it entirely (this is why man invented exacto knives!). On the other hand, I'm not sure I want to own a book that spends that much time telling me that I'm evil, self-deluded, and going to hell - and I don't want to support, even implicitly, someone who feels that way about me. Probably I will just take my mom's advice and leave it at the bus stop or something. 

(True Fact: while I was telling this story to my mom, and rambling emphatically about how the paternalistic attitude of certain religious - and aggressively atheist - people that I am somehow so stupid that I know that Christianity is the only true path to salvation/there is no such thing as god, and just keep living a life of sin and destructive self-deception anyway makes me want to punch them in the face, I noticed that I was walking down the sidewalk NEXT TO A NUN.)
masterofmidgets: (Death Note)

So this week was Darwin Week in our oh-so-beloved SLE (and also for some unexplained reason Baudelaire Week, but I refuse to go up against the mire that is Suzanne and Mark!logic), and we were reading Descent of Man. And of my god, I love this guy. I love him so so much. Not so much for his theory of natural selection and survival of the fittest and man being descended from lesser organisms, important and earth-shattering as those theories might have been/still are. But because this book is pure, unadulterated crack in natural science form. My IM conversations for the past several days have been a running commentary on the sheer WTF-ery that is Descent of Man.

Darwin: blah blah blah regression blah blah blah rudimentary structures blah blah blah comparable instinctive actions

Me: okay, I don't know a ton about biology but that makes sense I think

Darwin: goes on for pages and pages about something completely inconsequential, like monkey noses or male lactation (waaay too much about male lactation, thanks Darwin)

Me: *rolls eyes and skims pages*

Darwin: *easily distracted* cute animal stories! puppies! baby monkeys! Look, they act like people isn't it cute!!!!!

Me: *giggles*

Darwin: random inexplicable example of 19th century racism

Me: okay, seriously, who the fuck let this guy write his own book?

It was awesome reading, it really was. Or possibly it is just the drugs? I am taking a lot of drugs (for me anyway). At this point I'm starting to wonder if it actually is allergies, or if a) I'm coming down with that Mongolian Death Flu that's been going around everywhere all winter and just hit our dorm or b) my latent psychic abilities are manifesting, and I'm going to blow Stanford up. WITH MY BRAIN.

I'm going with b as the more plausible option, thus far.

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