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Escapade Navel-Gazing, Part Three
Feb. 23rd, 2003 06:00 pmI don't want to leave!
But, y'know, 18 hour drive. These things happen.
First, a little bit of navel-gazing. I can't remember which panel in which this occurred to me, but looking at my sketchy notes, it was probably the Same Shit. Yes, it must have been, because I was sitting there, watching the list of discussion topics grow, and realizing that my mind had been made up about quite a few of them. I hadn't exactly participated in the discussions, but I'd still come to my conclusions.
I generally don't debate for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, I'm lazy. Half the time, by the time I get around to reading the discussion, the position I would take has been championed by a far more eloquent fan than me, and at that point, nothing more that I had to say would really add to the discussion.
I'm also a little wary of injecting my opinion into a discussion. My opinion is just that - if someone asks for it, great, but it's mine, and terribly subjective and biased. Instead I'll hide behind the bunkers of fact, and throw out factoids and examples in a heartbeat, especially if it will clarify matters - it annoys me unbelievably if I feel someone is arguing from incorrect facts or illogical positions.
When I do argue, as I did today in the lit/media slash panel, I try like hell not to take a moral stance. Moral ground, to me, is the shakiest foundation to use to persuade others to attempt or avoid a given behavior. It can be the best reason to form a personal opinion, but to project that morality on someone else, no matter how well-intentioned, gives me the frilling willies.
Speaking of arguments, I've been noticing something about my roommates at the con. I live with these women. We all moved in together in the first place because of fandom. You'd think we'd spend every waking hour together at the con.
Hah. It's amazing how we're so radically different fannishly. We started out with the one fandom in common: Due South, and I've since picked up Buffy/Angel. That's two out of how many dozen between the three of us? Between my compulsive volunteer-itis, our differing fandoms and fannish interests, we attended one panel together: the last one.
I even had a bit of a spell last night, right after the vid show. My back and my ass were aching, and just sitting next to them had hit my capacity for their company. Instead of comitting a rather messy murder and being faced a rather large rent bill in a week, I hopped into the hot tub with a trio of unsuspecting mundanes and told them about the two hundred women and the three or four guys who had taken over the hotel. That was fun. The evil sprite within was quite pleased to watch the mundanes go: 'huh?'
But, y'know, 18 hour drive. These things happen.
First, a little bit of navel-gazing. I can't remember which panel in which this occurred to me, but looking at my sketchy notes, it was probably the Same Shit. Yes, it must have been, because I was sitting there, watching the list of discussion topics grow, and realizing that my mind had been made up about quite a few of them. I hadn't exactly participated in the discussions, but I'd still come to my conclusions.
I generally don't debate for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, I'm lazy. Half the time, by the time I get around to reading the discussion, the position I would take has been championed by a far more eloquent fan than me, and at that point, nothing more that I had to say would really add to the discussion.
I'm also a little wary of injecting my opinion into a discussion. My opinion is just that - if someone asks for it, great, but it's mine, and terribly subjective and biased. Instead I'll hide behind the bunkers of fact, and throw out factoids and examples in a heartbeat, especially if it will clarify matters - it annoys me unbelievably if I feel someone is arguing from incorrect facts or illogical positions.
When I do argue, as I did today in the lit/media slash panel, I try like hell not to take a moral stance. Moral ground, to me, is the shakiest foundation to use to persuade others to attempt or avoid a given behavior. It can be the best reason to form a personal opinion, but to project that morality on someone else, no matter how well-intentioned, gives me the frilling willies.
Speaking of arguments, I've been noticing something about my roommates at the con. I live with these women. We all moved in together in the first place because of fandom. You'd think we'd spend every waking hour together at the con.
Hah. It's amazing how we're so radically different fannishly. We started out with the one fandom in common: Due South, and I've since picked up Buffy/Angel. That's two out of how many dozen between the three of us? Between my compulsive volunteer-itis, our differing fandoms and fannish interests, we attended one panel together: the last one.
I even had a bit of a spell last night, right after the vid show. My back and my ass were aching, and just sitting next to them had hit my capacity for their company. Instead of comitting a rather messy murder and being faced a rather large rent bill in a week, I hopped into the hot tub with a trio of unsuspecting mundanes and told them about the two hundred women and the three or four guys who had taken over the hotel. That was fun. The evil sprite within was quite pleased to watch the mundanes go: 'huh?'
