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When De-Stigmatizing Becomes Demoralizing

That there is any discussion at all about prostitution not being immoral is justappalling to me. Now perhaps this has to do with some naiveté on my part, but I've always assumed that the response to prostitution was quite simple, at least, from those who were neither sex workers nor clients: prostitution objectifies persons, the objectification of persons is wrong;therefore prostitution is wrong.Personally, my objection to prostitution would be more religious, however, if I am correct in what I assume to be a quite common response, then this indicates that many people, religious or not, hold a deep intuition that prostitution is wrong.

But for some, this belief is 'not good enough.' "Sex workers need to be defended against stigmatization," they might say. I don't see this idea as a problem in itself; my problem with this, however, is what is being implicitly said.If the perceived solution to ending stigmatization is that I must stop thinking of prostitution as…


I've been a fairly active Instagram user for ~3 years now. It's been a vanity and pride-ridden an interesting medium to express my ambivalence through (both in terms of content and posting habits). I've had numerous accounts, I forget how many ... but I think the most posts I published in a single day was 9; I did not abide by the ethics. Nowadays, I post approximately once per week.

Anyway, the numbers are currently in my favor:
107 posts87 followers97 followingFirst, the three numbers contain a 10, an 8, and a 9. Second, they all end in 7, thus making 777 (a number of Kabbalistic significance, as a friend once put it)!

For being the colossal time-squanderer that Instagram is, it seems like an apt note to end on. I'm tempted to pull the proverbial plug altogether on the meaningless archive, but then again, I'll likely want to look back on it - that is, assuming I ever leave in the first place.

Kids in the Way - Hallelujah

Here's another one of my efforts - or rather, my intentions masquerading as material efforts (since I have nothing to do with most songs I share on the blog) - to resurrect emo music. There's just no proper statement I can make about how this style of music has been lost to the torrent of modernity. Also, I was reminded about how much difficulty I have with spelling 'hallelujah' correctly.

No Morals? No Justice.

I gave a presentation this afternoon for my social control seminar. My topic was restorative justice, particularly, criticisms made toward it and some of the implications of how informal justice styles (like restorative justice) are often mixed with retributive justice. The notes I referred to covered a lot of ground, clocking in at around a half hour worth of speaking. My favorite part was considering the relation between justice and postmodernism. Here's what I wrote:

Restorative justice, like postmodernism, places its emphasis on subjectivity. In particular, it is interested in narratives that remain at a personal level rather than meta-narratives. This is why such diverse groups of people are brought together to discuss a single issue. However, it might be argued that restorative justice is less relativistic than postmodernism. Despite postmodernism’s difficulty in being defined, it may reasonably be inferred that, at least for its serious advocates, nothing is truly morally ri…

i listened to wilco today and ...

i didn't enjoy it thatmuch (yankee hotel foxtrot, that is). as long as i can remember, i've been under the impression that hipster musicians (singers especially) try to sound as uninterested as possible. but why listen to a singer who sounds so ... bored? why, they're not even hitting the right notes! oh, but it's on purpose, you say? okay, i'll try and dupe myself into thinking that this essentially unrecognizable aesthetic makes up for such haphazardness. nah, i can't lie to myself like that. to think that pitchfork gave this album a 10 ... i can't say i'm too surprised. things were just fine before this music began to exist, and hey, even the peaceful co-existence of emo and hipster music was alright. but the fact that emo music was utterly squashed by the bourgeois, faux-inexpensive shoe of hipsterism leaves me with some disdain.

an emo acoustic song to cap things off with:

The Epic Struggle by The Apprentice

An Insufficiently Succint Thought on why 'Social Justice' Replaced 'Justice'

The term 'justice' is less specific, and so, it poses a disadvantage to proponents of secularism, that is, by the very possibility of justice having, in its most basic form, a spiritual nature (i.e. God defines justice). 'Social justice,' on the other hand, is the migration of moral rightness from the supernatural world to the human world, with an emphasis on political institutions, that is, since justice is, rather abstractly, the process of moral rightness being brought to situations of moral wrongness. The first worrisome possibility about all this is that what is morally right or wrong is decided by a human institution, and as we know, such institutions are prone to error. God, on the other hand, is not prone to error. 

A second consideration I'd like to mention is that social justice is quite structural functionalist in nature, which is bizarre, since structural functionalism is generally recognized as an embarrassment in relation to other sociological theories…

Simon Ushakov - Last Supper

You Can't Have It All

You said that when there were spaces between you and two others. Well, they both left. I gave my head a shake. Initially, I thought it was one of them. But since they both left, it couldn't have been either of them. Therefore, it was you. I'm sorry for shaking my head like that.

You speak to others very closely, though your terms are difficult to ascertain. I'll never know what it was that you meant ... I'm trying to think of a clever way to say the exact same thing but I cannot.

What motivates the cogs of the news machine? I feel pity for R.S. At least Feser was there after the 'crime scene' to provide some clarity on the matter. There is no way to both ways.

Crème ivory pillars are enticing. I suppose there's something to saying that metaphysical solutions are built among the aesthetics of architecture.But I'm not sure what it is that you see ... or is it that we are merely looking at the same thing with different eyes?

The deadpan nature of a head cold n…