March 07, 2013

The Creeping Crud of Self-Admiration, Copyright Criminals, the Google Art Project


The Bluebird by Frank Cadogan Cowper 


I've spent hours browsing websites. I've spent hours selecting paintings for posts. A painting inspires an article, a memory, a new way to look at things. Sometimes a painting moves me to tears, melting numbed emotions between the shock of Devaluation and the joy of Valuing yourself anyway. It's that terrible phase when you're so sick of feeling miserable that you stop feeling much of anything at all. That's when the ARTS move us out of a robotic existence into being fully human again. 

I've posted images from prior centuries and paintings from contemporary artists so exquisite, you can't believe a human being accomplished such a thing---that someone picked up brush and with globs of paint on a canvas, created an image speaking to people's hearts hundreds of years later. And here we are in the 21st century with technology at our fingertips and isn't it amazing that we can, with the mere click of a mouse, "Save as", upload the image and embed it on a post. The process from browsing to spiritual transformation, makes me feel as though I'm participating in the arts,albeit click-and-paste. 

Well, the other day something happened that made me laugh at human arrogance and yea, narcissistic grandiosity, too. I've generally adhered to copyright laws, only using images old enough to be in the public domain. (Even then, we may not be within our rights to 'use' that image but since we aren't selling prints, we're fairly safe using a masterpiece worth gazillions of dollars having been viewed by bazillions of people in a museum too far away for most of us to visit.)

Copyright Criminals

So one morning I read my email and there's a  DMCA take down notice. Blogger warns me to remove the offending image for copyright infringement, or lose my blog which of course makes me feel like a shameful hypocrite.  Then I was like "Huh? Which picture?" Did Rembrandt come back from the dead? Have Christian artists been resurrected and now they're threatening to sue me because I write about patriarchy and why-oh-why did I post that image of Satan when a Biblical woman should know better? I  was skating on thin ice clicking my mouse, "saving as", and pushing my luck (which considering the facts of my life, there isn't much of). So I go to the offending blog post with the copyrighted masterpiece that needed protection from misuse and abuse by criminals the likes of me and guess which picture it was? 

Was it Pieter Breugel the elder?  Mary Cassatt? No. It was a new photograph of a bowl of southern beans sitting on a lousy kitchen counter that someone had posted on their cooking blog. Now granted, I had copied and pasted in haste. I shouldn't have done that. I had given credit to the photographer, even highlighted her name with a link to her blog but evidently that wasn't enough to satisfy her territorial instincts. No. She turned me in to the police. Evidently, she valued that photograph more than her reader because she alienated a potential customer for life. I wouldn't read her lousy cooking blog, or shop off her hideous website, if all I had were fifty pounds of beans and no recipe. Was it worth threatening someone with a law suit over a bowl of beans? Well maybe. Esau sold his birthright for lentils, after all. Anyway, it was rather ironic since I write about  self-admiration and the grandiose inflation from "average" to "extraordinary", in the eyes of the artist narcissist only.



So much of modern life is stripped of meaning in our rush to acquire desires that we need the Arts to be accessible to as many people as possible. Thank you Google Art!

When visiting the Art Institute of Chicago to see a painting of Dorian Grey by Ivan Albright, it was shocking to find out that paintings we see in books are much smaller than the original paintings hanging on walls. You're thinking, "Duh CZ", aren't you? Well, what I mean is that the original paintings are MUCH larger and MUCH grander than we realized, sometimes taking up an entire wall! (click the Dorian Grey link and you'll see what I mean). Dorian Grey in a picture book is hideous; but Dorian Grey towering over your head reminds you of childhood. Albright's painting initiates a connection between little-you-then and big-you-now and you heal a little bit.

IN ALL HONESTY my friends, I know very little about art or art history. But nobody says you need a degree in art before you can appreciate it. You may need a degree in bullshit to appreciate a bowl of beans, though.



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Hugs,
CZ





March 01, 2013

Mothers evoke Strong Feelings: Splitting as a Psychological Defense Mechanism & Liza Long


The Music Lesson by Lord Frederick Leighton 
Does this tender portrait pluck the strings of your heart? Well, I hate to break it to people, but teaching your daughter to play music doesn't look like that! I wanted my six-year-old daughter to learn piano. After two or three months, she didn't want to play the piano. Mustering motherly patience, we sat on the piano bench together, she and I. She turned her face towards mine, merged both brows in a single battalion and hovered her hands over the keyboard, refusing to move her fingers for half an hour. Paint that Lord Leighton.

So before reading further, set aside idealized notions of motherhood because women won't measure up and putting us down is easy-peasy in a mother-idealizing/mother-demonizing culture. Please know this article does not invalidate strong feelings about narcissistic and abusive mothers. Those feelings are valid. ACoNs might even hate their mother for the abuse she inflicted on them as a child and that's not only normal, it's part of healing. This essay is about anonymous people's intense emotions after the media spotlight focused on the mother of a child with a mental illness. Everyone seemed to have an opinion about a woman they did not know and never would. Their explosive reactions were startling, belying pretenses of rationality and I wondered if their opinions stemmed from unresolved internal conflicts having everything to do with themselves and nothing to do with Lisa Long.

"Intense and volatile feelings are a sign that splitting is at work." ~Joseph Burgo

If you've been learning about narcissism along with me, then you know people with narcissistic disorders are susceptible to splitting defenses. When splitting has occurred, partners become adversaries; friends morph into enemies over the mere hint of a criticism or slight. Narcissists split people into good or bad objects believing they're privy to the truth about that person, even when other people disagree, even in the face of contradictory evidence. They trust their distorted perceptions so thoroughly that attempting to reason with them is a querulous and often futile task. People who split reality are unaware of their self-deception, selectively collecting evidence to support a simplified black-or-white perception that allows them to feel better about themselves.
"Black-and-white thinking reflects the psychological defense mechanism known as splitting. When we feel unable to tolerate the tension and confusion aroused by complexity, we resolve that complexity by splitting it into two simplified and opposing parts, usually aligning ourselves with one of them and rejecting the other."~Joseph Burgo
Holy Grail by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
According to psychological theory, everyone splits reality into right/wrong, good/evil, black/white from time-to-time. An either/or polarization might occur when the complexity of a situation leads to ambiguous, uncertain answers; i.e.: the gray areas. When our normal coping mechanisms are unable to reduce our stress, we're more vulnerable to splitting. But it's not like we tell our psyche to resolve dissonance with a self-deceptive maneuver! Splitting is an unconscious process. You won't know you're doing it. If we're psychologically resilient however, we'll catch ourselves in the act.

I'll cop to occasional lapses during political discussions when it's puh-lain to see that my opponent is an idiot. Which in the black-and-white world infers I'm not an idiot and therefore my reasoning is right. I feel better. I win. No more insecurity or doubt. My lapse into childish certitude only lasts a brief time thank goddess, and then a higher-evolved ego defense kicks in: I  laugh at my behavior and write a post about it hoping my republican family members won't read it. Splitting, to me, is like falling in a Wonderland rabbit hole and you can't come out the other side until admitting you're on a rabbit hunt, not a Grail Quest.

Sometimes people split because they can't tolerate feelings or thoughts they've been taught were wrong or bad. Instead of saying, "I hate your guts!", they split off hatred (which they believe is bad) in order to feel good about themselves. They believe feelings of hatred define them as a bad person. The behavior of someone who has split off so-called bad feelings to make themselves feel good, makes other people feel...well...insane. That's because the THINGS they are DOING are undeniably aggressive AND hateful, yet they insist they love you, they don't hate a soul, and would never hurt a fly lemme stick a FAT PINE TREE in their eye! (Not that I have any residual bitterness or anything).

Splitting. It's not for grown-ups.

Splitting can also be a pathological defense resulting in painful consequences for themselves and others. Probably worse for others. At least the 'splitter' feels great about him or herself. But splitting isn't just for Cluster Bs, and that's a smart thing to remember when you're flooded with intense feelings having more to do with yourself than the other person. Don't overhear me though. The whole world isn't pathological, unless our whole world is kindergarten when splitting is age-appropriate. Psychological maturity eventually integrates the ors with the ands for most of us. So like it or not, mothers are both right and wrong, both good and bad. And, despite the best of her intentions, mothers can make bad decisions without being bad people whose children should be placed in foster care for GOD'S SAKES PEOPLE!

Albert Anker
After the Newtown tragedy, I read an article by Liza Long about her son with a mental illness. It was titled, "I am Adam Lanza's Mother". You've probably read it unless you've been hibernating in a cave and who could blame you? I believe her article was originally titled Thinking the Unthinkable on her mommy-ish blog before a publisher picked it up. I could be wrong about that and even if I am, it wouldn't make me a bad mother---just a lousy fact-checker. Her blog went crazy-town viral inflaming a frenzy of polarized supporters and detractors idealizing or demonizing a mother they did not know and never would. Liza's situation is my Worst Nightmare since my blog discusses family members too, as most narcissism blogs do. She's like many of us: anonymous, divorced, primary care giver to her children, one of whom deals with mental illness. She isn't a daily blogger like most of us aren't either. She blogs about her family a few times a year (yes, a few times a year).  Her sincere angst after the Newtown shootings, inspired her to write an article about her troubled son attracting enough animosity for me to hover my forefinger over the "Remove All Traces of My Blog" key. YIKES

Despite traumatic flashbacks and anxiety, I was glued to my monitor. People pointed accusatory fingers at her mothering calling her abusive, a PSYCHO, the cause of her son's mental illness. Some people said she was a LIAR, they didn't TRUST her. Some said there was nothing wrong with her son even though her son's school employs a safety plan protecting students during his rages. Liza's other children have their own Family Protection Plan from their brother: run to the car and lock the doors. I'm willing to take a wild stance here and say this kid has issues beyond temper tantrums. What do people say about Liza's willingness to talk about her personal life? Well, this is a common example:
"She shouldn't TALK about her son's problems! What goes on in the home needs to stay in the home!!!" 
I think the No Talk Rule applies even in this situation because we're discussing social negligence. A blogging friend describes The No Talk Rule this way: "[The No Talk Rule] is simple and brilliant. Whatever most needs to be discussed, whatever problem is most urgent, pressing and real, is placed under conversational interdict. We Will Not Speak Of This."

Breaking the Silence  makes other people uncomfortable because they'd rather not know the truth. Instead of dealing with the feelings her story triggers, people blame the mother for speaking up. They'd also blame her if she remained silent and her son eventually hurt someone---herself, most likely. Like Adam Lanza's mother. She didn't leave a cyber-trail and people are frustrated by that. Talk. Don't talk. Either way, she's a bad mother.

Liza broke the silence and her family's isolation by writing an article bringing mental healthcare to public attention. She wrote about her son the way women typically write about their reality, revealing the nitty-gritty of daily life. The unsettling truth is that anyone can have a child with a mental illness and it doesn't mean that child was abused or neglected. In fact, that child may have been better taken care of than children who do not have mental illnesses. So it was maddening reading parenting advice from neanderthal idiots insisting "the chastening rod" would fix that boy's psychological problems like corporal punishment fixed their kids. (I'll integrate my either/ors tomorrow folks. For today, these folks are i-d-i-o-t-s.)
"Liza Long is unethical and I'm calling her on it!" a guy with the sword of truth boasted, fueled by the two feelings in his emotional repertoire: righteous indignation and contempt. (Woopee. I feel safer knowing he's keeping that mother in line!) 
"She's an attention whoring opportunist who is latching onto this tragedy for attention and notoriety." (Like we've never heard that before. The Madonna/Whore split?)  
"These children could be in real danger," an academic scholar  named Kendzior wrote, "if her goal was to capitalize on the Newtown tragedy by creating a media campaign designed to give her sympathy."
It's beyond ironic that an academic scholar, would piggyback her journalistic acumen on  "I Am Adam Lanza's Mother's" back. Seriously? A professional journalist takes down a mommy blogger in Boise, Idaho? We've all encountered the sleuthing personality concocting willfully misleading passages from a blogger's archives, cherry-picking excerpts out of context in proof of a judgement preconceived. Every blogger is an easy target when someone WANTS to hate them. Clip a portion here, copy a passage there, start building the gallows. 4 Shame.

As a woman, it was embarrassing witnessing malicious attacks on an overwhelmed mother who was asking for help. Thank heavens that cyber-split ended quickly. This is a link to a joint statement bringing Kendzior's Inquisition to a halt. Frankly, a head-hanging apology would have been appropriate, but I'm a woman who's a mother who blogs about family who loves a child with a mental illness and sometimes I'm overwhelmed, too.

I would hate for Kendzior's website to have a chilling effect on women's freedom to talk openly about their lives. Even when the truth of their lives makes other people uncomfortable. Maybe especially when it does.

Blog On, my friends! Keep talking!

Liza's recent PBS interview explains why she revealed her identity and her purpose in talking about her son. She's resolute in her role as a spokesperson representing thousands of families in situations like hers. "It’s not easy to be an advocate," she writes, "but sometimes our causes find us, even when we don’t expect them. I’m grateful for the opportunity to change a national conversation. Maybe it’s not about guns: maybe it’s about mental health."


Since Liza's blog, The Anarchist Soccer Mom, has served as fodder for a hack job, I hope she won't mind that I've selected a few passages that touched me.

About her divorce:
"His father blames me for all of this. The divorce? 100% my fault...at this point of crisis, I don’t really care whose fault it is. To quote the Holy Grail, “Let’s not bicker and argue about who killed who.” I am interested in solutions. I am interested in what is best for the children. I want to do the best I can, as a parent, to fulfill the sacred contract with my offspring, to provide for them, to nurture them, to educate them, and above all, to love them." October 2010 
About her work:
"What happens when paradigms are lost, when, as Archibald MacLeish famously asked, “images, though seen/no longer mean?” That is the point of requiring an Art History class of the world’s future accountants and healthcare administrators. Learning about the humanities is learning about what makes us human. We few, we happy few, the humanities majors, are "the heirs of custom and tradition" that began with a building on a hill in Greece more than 2500 years ago. But we are also the ones who push the boundaries of what is possible in human thought, because that is what humans do. Why General Education? Why the Parthenon? Because we are human. Without a knowledge of our own humanity, without the language of our customs and traditions, we cannot hope to accomplish MacLeish’s call to “Invent the Age! Invent the metaphor!” November 2010
About her father's death:
"On this day, the day of his death, with my small son, I light a candle for my father, imagine him in a community of saints where he belongs. As we walk hand-in-hand from the church, I tell my son the story of a man who knew what it meant to love his neighbor as himself. This is my father's legacy to me, the true meaning of his life’s story. In his too-brief life, my always-late father learned (and taught his six children) to love other as self. What greater story is there than this one?" October 2011
About her children:
"And as I tuck each of my children in bed," Liza says, "I hold them close. I breathe in the scent of their hair; I smile as I see the pieces of their father, of me, assembled in each of them so exquisitely into something new. Then I whisper the secrets of life as I know them, which are these:  Work hard. Be kind. Keep going. If you climb up a mountain, you have to climb back down. Love, even if it hurts. And when it hurts, forgive." July 2011  




Great Resources

Refrigerator Mothers Documentary on the Narcissistic Continuum

Refrigerator Mothers Commentary on The Narcissistic Continuum 

Dr. Burgo's blog: After Psychotherapy








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