The last weeks have been intense in many ways. So let’s get into detail.
My family is big. At one point I had around 12 uncles and aunts. With their SOs and children, dogs, hobbies and all the rest. One of my aunts decided to create a whatsapp group and she added the whole bunch to it. It was a good idea. Family matters more than pretty much anything else. However there’s a catch. Given the limitted topics that can be discussed in such a narrow group of people , this conversation tends to follow some predictable patterns:
- They send pictures of their children.
- Weather comments are encouraged.
- Random meme forwarding, mainly covering local politics are, ermh, tolerated.
And. Well, I think I get it. But this group lacked my voice. What can I say? In Warsaw the weather is nice? Or, I solved an issue in a massive entity framework codebase? Nah, not really. It’s a weird position to be in. I want to take part. But I don’t believe I have any reasonable input to these people. And then, … everything became obvious. Let’s use the hive mind, let’s … become the interneCs. And there’s just one way of doing so. By sending cat GIFs.
And this is what I learnt: you can stop any conversation in any digital media by a well placed cat GIF. Simple. Effective. Evil. And this deserves some deeper analysis. By doing so, are we improving the world?  Well, perhaps; who am I to answer such a deep question. What I know for sure is that it works. When they know that any BS is going to be answered with some brief movie of a cat doing catty things, somehow they loss some of their motivation. And this makes everyone lives a little bit better.
For the last 2 years I’ve been following the US campuses news with interest.
You must understand that I spent my university years in a tech institute. 95% boys. No beer allowed in the campus at all. It was just us, and advanced calculus. During that time I grow completely dettached of anything human. Only the machine was relevant. What will it compute? What’s the intent of this piece of code? What are we trying to achieve?
During those years, I never, and I mean it, I never thought about the lack of ladies. It was the situatcja. It was reality, nothing you could argue with. 15 years after that I was hired by DICE and a new period just opened. There, the situation was different. The lady proportion was higher (but not by much)
And here is when everything started.
I was introduced to the world of the Politically Corret. It was, and it is, a battle on language. Reality morphs. Timeless concepts are no longer valid. What you believed it was reasonable it’s now dead, unreasonable and bigoted. And that, … that was a shock. But … what the hell was happening?
- Knwoledge evolves, get up with times.
This is true. I guess. Dunno. We’re just newcomers in this life race. But the problem with language is that any change propossed to it is a blatant challenge on the individual conception of the world. Through this lense, accepting new terms is not exactly a cheap matter.
On the other hand, as we advance and get a more nuanced vision on everyday issues, the appearance of new words is, in essence, unavoidable.
- Agendas, everywhere.
And here comes the problem. When you’re exposed to a new wording of a known fenomena. What’s happening? Well, in my view the problem arises with the intent of the person that is introducing this new concept. A reasonable question to ask is “what’s the intent of this individual?”. And here is where everything comes apart.
The issue with feelings/awareness.
And here is where my problem begins. I guess. But, how much data do they contain? And, again, the answer is “not much” really. More in the future.
Working with new facts:
This is the real double whammy.
When facing new realities there is no darkness is just us and the new reality. It’s painful. But at the end of the day, better for everyone. But, my question here is: how often can a new fact be uncovered? Because my intuition is that this could happen only on particularly extreme cases. In this light I tend to revert to case 1.
A couple years ago, during Christmas. In a strange Saturday morning mood. I decide to make the best kind of present to my close friends: a smurfled version of a particularly sexist song from the Spanish 60s:
- Mainly for civil reasons. I mean, everyone has that weird-brother in law. And I’m not different that anyone, that’s for sure.
- I discovered a couple years ago that the vast majority of the rethorical questions are supposed to be answered “no”.
- Yes, it was like become a SEAL but with an HP Unix mainframe.
- A reference to the red queen race, btw.
- At that time I discovered the idea of “feelings” in discourse.