I usually want to start the semester by telling my
classes something about what I do that will enlighten and entertain, but mostly
that will prepare them for the course to come. The problem, I believe, is that
what I want to tell them is not something most of my students would understand,
and instead of preparing them for the course, it would bewilder and alienate
them.
This
semester, what I want to tell them is about the way my ethics classes
incorporate existentialism, poststructuralism, feminism, queer theory, and
critical disability theory. I wouldn’t just say that, of course. I would like
to explain why I keep bringing in more and more approaches to ethics, which is,
mainly, that I keep falling in love with new theoretical approaches myself.
Last
year, I went to a panel on pain at SPEP (the big European philosophy conference
in North America). I’ve been interested in pain for a while, and had started to
read a few things. At the panel, I was taking down names, absolutely delighted,
like a kid going through the toys section of the old Sears Christmas catalog.
Afterwards I cruised the book display, and the title of a book leaped out at
me: Feminist Queer Crip. What the Sam
hell?!
I read
feminism and queer theory all the time, so I felt I knew what those words would
mean in the title. Crip was what
struck me. Was this a lesbian street gang member using high-concept theory to
discuss juvenile violence or something? I picked it up and started paging
through it. It is, of course, about disability, and the author, Kafer, is
putting feminism and queer theory together with disability theory.
Like
the appropriation of queer by queer
theory, and more importantly by people who identify as queer, Kafer was picking
up crip. This was shocking to me. I
grew up with Richard Pryor standup and with NWA on the radio when I was in high
school, so I am accustomed to the critical appropriation of words of derogation
by identity groups and by social critics and philosophers. Still, crip was shocking. I had to have this
book immediately.
I’ve
always been like this. I have a pressing need to read stuff that bends my mind.
(I remember when I was 16, the clerk at my bookstore in Greensboro shaking his
head and telling me Freud’s Three Case
Studies would give me nightmares. Later he sold me his own copy of
Beckett’s Three Novels, and made me
promise not to tell anyone where I got it.)
But
take any reasonably complex situation that would call for some questioning in a
Bioethics or Professional Ethics class. Let’s say lawsuits by former
professional athletes over effects of brain injuries. It’s easy to identify
that team-hired physicians who treat the athletes have a conflict of interest.
I can’t help but hear a feminist or queer voice as well, asking about the
construction of masculinity in sports, about the hazing of injured athletes
through name-calling by coaches and other players. I can’t help hearing a
Foucauldian voice asking about the subjectivity of the athletes themselves and
the forms of power-knowledge and disciplinary regimes that have produced their
own values and decisions. I can’t help hearing all three asking about the
social meaning of sports and the responsibilities and involvement of fans. I
hear a disability theory voice asking about the notions of “normal” baseline
tests of brains, about the shapes and capacities of bodies and their display as
exemplary objectified bodies. To say nothing of psychoanalysis, or critical
theory (of pop culture, e.g.), or situationist critique, or semiotics, or
Baudrillard, or Bataille.
So,
you know, I suppose I’ll just explain the stuff in the syllabus.