As someone interested in immigration from a conservative, American perspective, the recent migration crisis in Europe is fascinating to me. For starters, the genuine human tragedy is palpable. Even the most stringent of nativists must be moved by the images of humanity dying en masse in the Mediterranean Sea.
Furthermore even the most cheerful pro-immigration advocates can’t help but furrow their brows at the potential difficulties with assimilating and integrating migrants from North Africa and the Near East—especially Muslim migrants—in Europe.
These difficulties and America’s recent refugee crisis with Central American children has left me wondering about how the American situation compares to Europe. I want to analyze a few major questions: How does America differ from Europe? What are the pros and cons of Muslim immigration to Europe? Is there a legitimate comparison to be made between the European and American refugee situations? Continue reading The refugee crisis & why America is different—part 1
A major principle of being a hipster is that you want to be the trend-setter. You want to be ahead of whatever will be popular in the future. Once the bandwagon starts rolling, it’s too late to jump on.
After all “hipster” is mostly used as a term of derision for poseurs who are late to the cultural party. This is the hipster double bind: if you are a real hipster, you don’t want to be called a hipster. Your image must be new or ironically out of place. This eventually becomes impossible, which is why all hipsters tend to look alike.
A review of George R.R. Martin’s Game of Thrones and the suggestion of a better book.
I recently finished reading George R.R. Martin’sGame of Thrones (just the first book, mind you, not the entire series). First, let me admit: it was entertaining. It was not imaginative. It was not breathtaking. But it was a page-turner; that much must be admitted by rights.
It was not, however, a good book, and it does not deserve the accolades it has received. It suffers from many of the problems which the fantasy genre has suffered after the advent of Tolkien’s Middle Earth. Let’s start with a nod to the ladies.
I do not frequently repeat this most shrill of charges, but the author does warrant the accusation of sexism. He considers, apparently, narrating from the mind of a woman an insufferably uninteresting setting, so he instead resorts to narrating between her legs. Inevitably, the worst writing takes place in this location. There are, as far as I can recall, three types of women in Martin’s first book: those who care about breeding, those who use sex as a tool (and are generally perverted in some way), and those women who are really just men with breasts. He reminds you about the breasts. Allow me to share some of the gems. Continue reading Game of Moans