The four-eared cat speaks
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imomusI am a four-eared kitten. MSNBC has published an article about me. I must admit I find it rather perplexing. In fact, it's a screaming example of what Momus calls pluricide; the terror you humans have of difference, and your attempts to eradicate it.
The article draws you in with the exceptional. You only read it because it's about a four-eared kitten. As news stories go, a two-eared kitten would be strictly 'Dog Bites Man'. Nevertheless, within a couple of lines the story establishes its shrill, moralistic tone. You are not here to praise the exceptional, you are here to advertise the virtues of the normal:
“We wanted to make sure the people were looking for a normal cat and not a gag to make an exhibition out of her,” Enrico Schlag, a worker at the Garmisch-Partenkirchen animal shelter, said Thursday. “We’ve found a completely normal family for her that has already adopted cats from us in the past.”
Schlag assures you that normality is to be found on both sides. I, the cat, am normal, and the family taking me home is normal too. No Von Trapp, Addams or Windsor families here, thank you! And yet something very odd has happened. This normal family looking for a normal cat has taken me home -- an exceptional cat, a cat with two extra ears. Has Schlag fobbed the family off with a furry freak? Does the family only think it's a normal family, and does the animal shelter only think I'm a normal cat because, like the Woody Allen character whose brother thinks he's a hen, they need the eggs? Is there some collective advantage to be had from the collective illusion that everything here is normal? Or are the shelter people and the family hypocritical nutcases using protestations of 'normality' as a kind of fig leaf?
Why would it be so terrible to give me to a freak-loving family intent on displaying me in a circus or as a travelling sideshow? I mean, isn't the MSNBC article a sort of Bill Gates And His Fabulous Furry Freak Circus itself, with, instead of a loud poster, a big red headline about a 'four-eared kitten'? Why isn't Schlag from the Cat Home -- so concerned to find a normal family for the normal cat -- equally concerned to 'vet' the press to find a normal journalist who will write a normal article completely ignoring the fact that this kitten has four ears?
Schlag must be very upset at the way the article has turned out. I imagine him logging on to MSNBC only to utter a horrified cry: 'Oh no! I can't believe this! They've stitched us up! They promised me they weren't going to mention the four ears thing, but they put it right in the headline! They just had to run a photo focusing on the ears when they could quite easily have shown this animal's perfectly normal limbs or tail! They've made our cat look like a disgusting freak! Our reputation as an impartial, blindfolded kitten clinic with equal opportunities for all animals lies in tatters!'
If Schlag is angry, though, I'm furious. The article calls me 'ordinary' rather than 'extraordinary', which is what I am. The vet is quoted as calling my ears 'a gene malfunction'. But doesn't Darwin tell us that gene mutations are adaptive, a crucial part of the evolutionary process? It's quite possible that one day all cats will have four ears, and that I am just the first, the prophet. Why is my magical mutation a 'malfunction' and not an epiphany? Why does Schlag point out that other cats haven't ostracised me -- a denial which suggests that somehow they should be snubbing me? I have two more ears than those fuckers! Shouldn't Schlag be saying instead something like 'So far the other cats haven't worshipped the four-eared kitten as some kind of cat god, but given time they surely will'?
Worst of all, though, is the fact, casually let slip in the course of the article, that I am to be neutered. My difference will not be passed on to future generations. It's rather surprising that there are no plans for the surgeon to slice off my extra ears when he's slicing out my reproductive system, considering that my reproductive system is normal whereas my ears are abnormal. But I guess there must be some logic in their decisions.
They have decided to leave my difference intact while declaring it undesireable. They wish, simultaneously, to stare at my difference, fascinated, and declare it completely unimportant, turn a blind eye to it. They wish, simultaneously, to escape their deep boredom with normality and also to deliver homilies to it. They wish to point out my ears, and then, in the very next breath, point out their complete obliviousness to the two extra ones that make me special, declaring quite falsely that all they see in me is a normal cat.
I may have four ears, but they have two faces. These people are clowns. At the first opportunity I will escape them and run away to join a circus. Only there, performing tricks in a blazing sawdust ring, will I be seen for what I am: truly exceptional.
The article draws you in with the exceptional. You only read it because it's about a four-eared kitten. As news stories go, a two-eared kitten would be strictly 'Dog Bites Man'. Nevertheless, within a couple of lines the story establishes its shrill, moralistic tone. You are not here to praise the exceptional, you are here to advertise the virtues of the normal:
“We wanted to make sure the people were looking for a normal cat and not a gag to make an exhibition out of her,” Enrico Schlag, a worker at the Garmisch-Partenkirchen animal shelter, said Thursday. “We’ve found a completely normal family for her that has already adopted cats from us in the past.”
Schlag assures you that normality is to be found on both sides. I, the cat, am normal, and the family taking me home is normal too. No Von Trapp, Addams or Windsor families here, thank you! And yet something very odd has happened. This normal family looking for a normal cat has taken me home -- an exceptional cat, a cat with two extra ears. Has Schlag fobbed the family off with a furry freak? Does the family only think it's a normal family, and does the animal shelter only think I'm a normal cat because, like the Woody Allen character whose brother thinks he's a hen, they need the eggs? Is there some collective advantage to be had from the collective illusion that everything here is normal? Or are the shelter people and the family hypocritical nutcases using protestations of 'normality' as a kind of fig leaf?
Why would it be so terrible to give me to a freak-loving family intent on displaying me in a circus or as a travelling sideshow? I mean, isn't the MSNBC article a sort of Bill Gates And His Fabulous Furry Freak Circus itself, with, instead of a loud poster, a big red headline about a 'four-eared kitten'? Why isn't Schlag from the Cat Home -- so concerned to find a normal family for the normal cat -- equally concerned to 'vet' the press to find a normal journalist who will write a normal article completely ignoring the fact that this kitten has four ears?
Schlag must be very upset at the way the article has turned out. I imagine him logging on to MSNBC only to utter a horrified cry: 'Oh no! I can't believe this! They've stitched us up! They promised me they weren't going to mention the four ears thing, but they put it right in the headline! They just had to run a photo focusing on the ears when they could quite easily have shown this animal's perfectly normal limbs or tail! They've made our cat look like a disgusting freak! Our reputation as an impartial, blindfolded kitten clinic with equal opportunities for all animals lies in tatters!'
If Schlag is angry, though, I'm furious. The article calls me 'ordinary' rather than 'extraordinary', which is what I am. The vet is quoted as calling my ears 'a gene malfunction'. But doesn't Darwin tell us that gene mutations are adaptive, a crucial part of the evolutionary process? It's quite possible that one day all cats will have four ears, and that I am just the first, the prophet. Why is my magical mutation a 'malfunction' and not an epiphany? Why does Schlag point out that other cats haven't ostracised me -- a denial which suggests that somehow they should be snubbing me? I have two more ears than those fuckers! Shouldn't Schlag be saying instead something like 'So far the other cats haven't worshipped the four-eared kitten as some kind of cat god, but given time they surely will'?
Worst of all, though, is the fact, casually let slip in the course of the article, that I am to be neutered. My difference will not be passed on to future generations. It's rather surprising that there are no plans for the surgeon to slice off my extra ears when he's slicing out my reproductive system, considering that my reproductive system is normal whereas my ears are abnormal. But I guess there must be some logic in their decisions.
They have decided to leave my difference intact while declaring it undesireable. They wish, simultaneously, to stare at my difference, fascinated, and declare it completely unimportant, turn a blind eye to it. They wish, simultaneously, to escape their deep boredom with normality and also to deliver homilies to it. They wish to point out my ears, and then, in the very next breath, point out their complete obliviousness to the two extra ones that make me special, declaring quite falsely that all they see in me is a normal cat.
I may have four ears, but they have two faces. These people are clowns. At the first opportunity I will escape them and run away to join a circus. Only there, performing tricks in a blazing sawdust ring, will I be seen for what I am: truly exceptional.
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Date: 2004-03-29 12:21 am (UTC)Our world is not blindfolded to difference. It fixates on difference, puts difference in the headlines. But the attention it pays to difference is an anxious attention. It is riddled with bad faith. We draw attention to difference only to draw attention away from it. I notice this daily because I wear an eyepatch. Children react in a way which seems to me natural. They stare and say 'Look, a pirate!' Look, something interesting and exceptional! But their parents immediately intervene. 'It's nothing unusual. There's probably some explanation. Don't stare, no matter how interesting you find it. Pretend to look the other way!'
In between the child and the adult there, some sickness has intervened, and I am interested in identifying the sickness.
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Date: 2004-03-29 12:50 am (UTC)born on a farm near the winter resort town famous for hosting the 1936 Winter Olympics
The Olympics! Germany in the 1930s! Immediately we are in a minefield of potent symbolism. For a start, competitive sports is a field riddled with paradoxes. Here, the quest for bodily perfection creates freaks! Here, freaks 'represent' their nations! Here -- even in the 1930s -- a white nation can be represented by minority black athletes, much to the disgust of Herr Hitler, who has a eugenics program of his own (hint: performance is not a criterion -- Nazism is not a meritocracy)! Here, 'the good difference' is measured in fractions of a second. And here in 1930s Germany, difference is mostly bad. If you are different we intern you or we invade you.
Strangely enough the discrediting of Nazism has not resulted in a discrediting of its views on difference. For some it seems that Nazism can be used as shorthand for the idea that all difference (not just a difference that abhors difference more than we do) must be, and will be, crushed as the Nazis were. Rather than regarding Nazism as an attack on difference, we regard it rather in the way that Nazism regarded everyone else: as a symbol of the unacceptability of difference. Rather than banishing the eagle and allowing a thousand birds to flourish, we have replaced Nazism's iron eagle with our own. We call it transparent-sounding things like 'the International Community' and 'Normality'.
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Date: 2004-03-29 08:05 am (UTC)Perhaps this is why I prefer Japanese, and theatre, both of which have the distinction between tatemae and honne embedded into them.
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Date: 2004-03-29 10:55 am (UTC)Difference, you say? It depends on what one means by difference: If you are speaking of a rich diversity of lifestyle, perceptual, cultural, theoretical or relatively cosmetic differences, et al, then naturally I am in favor of celebrating such divergence. Of course, one should have a sleeve-bouquet in place of a hook, if one is so inclined. Scrimshaw peglegs and silver-inlaid prostheses all around! Delightful.
There are limits, though: I can say with a certain degree of confidence that diabetics or those with Gray's Syndrome don't relish their "difference". Are we to assume that, by your rationale, we should banish modern medicine because it eliminates "variety"? I for one do not wish to paint festive decor about my tumors or melanoma, thank you very much.
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