It is well-known that academics have ruined legal
education. Law schools routinely hire professors
who have never or barely practiced law, and who write about topics of no
value to any practicing lawyer. See
here for an example. (In so doing, the law profs
perpetuate a false dichotomy between theory and practice, essentially
claiming they are better at theory simply because they have never practiced.) A better kept secret, however, is that law
schools are increasingly hiring Ph.D.s in economics and similar disciplines who
don’t even have a law degree, let alone any legal practice experience, let alone even a
license to practice law. See here and here for more details on this absolutely pathetic state of affairs in legal education.
Similarly, professors at the college level have ruined the
study of philosophy. Back in
the day of Socrates and the Hellenistic schools of philosophy that followed in his
footsteps, philosophy was focused on how to live a good life. Today, however, academics have turned
philosophy into pure semantics. The
Stoic philosopher Seneca saw this coming about 2,000 years ago, and
explained it, in Letters from a Stoic, this way:
[L]ook at the amount of useless and
superfluous matter to be found in the philosophers. Even they have descended to the level of
drawing distinctions between the uses of different syllables and discussing the
proper meanings of prepositions and conjunctions. . . . Listen and let me show
you the sorry consequences to which subtlety carried too far can lead . . .
Protagoras declares that it is possible to argue either side of any question
with equal force, even the question whether or not one can equally argue either
side of any question! . . . Well, all these theories you should just toss on
top of that heap of superfluous liberal studies.
When I read this, I couldn’t help but think of this academic, philosophical puzzle: When does “a heap of salt” cease to be “a heap”? Philosophy professors love to tease their young,
impressionable, high-school-educated students with this question, much like a sadistic dog-owner hides the toy behind
his back. Are 2,500 grains of salt a
heap? Yes? Well, what if I take away 100 grains of the
salt? Still a heap? What if I take away 1,000 grains? Or 2,000 grains?
Of course, this gamesmanship thrives on the lack of
specificity in our word choice. If I had
the time and patience to count the grains of salt, I would simply call the
object of our attention “2,500 grains of salt,” or “500 grains of salt,” as the case may
be. But because this is at best impracticable, I rely on terms like “heap” or “pile” or “a few” — all
of which are imprecise and open to debate.
Seneca and his Stoic-philosopher compatriots would, of course,
condemn this type of debate (along with this blog post, I’m sure). Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but ponder a
comparable question: When does my White Russian fail to be a White
Russian? For those who don’t know, the
White Russian is one or two parts vodka, one part Kahluha, and one part heavy
cream. (Here is a fun a video; drink responsibly, and only if you are of legal age.) But if you substitute milk
for the heavy cream — a sensible choice, to be sure — the drink becomes known
as the “Anna Kournikova.” Anna is pictured above and is a white, Russian tennis star and supermodel.
But what if I go half way?
What if I substitute half-and-half, instead of milk, for the heavy
cream? Based on the opening scene of
The Big Lebowski, half-and-half appeared to be The Dude’s choice as
well. If I go this route, do I still have a White
Russian? Or is it now an "Anna
Kournikova"?
I love Anna, so my preference, of course, is to name it after her. However, I must admit that
I also like the idea of using “white” and “Russian,” as it would no doubt agitate today’s
hypersensitive millennials. Again, for those
who don’t know, anything referencing “white” creates turmoil on many college
campuses, and anything referencing “Russian” invokes thoughts of meddling in
the 2016 election which some believe contributed to the Trump victory. (For those who care to know, I'm largely apolitical and, much like the Cynics of ancient Greece, put little faith in any politician or political party.)
I’m torn. But putting
my personal preferences aside, I think the more accurate name for the drink — taking into
account the imprecision of our language including such terms as “heap of salt” — would be the “Maria
Sharapova.”
Maria is a taller, more
successful Russian tennis player but a less successful supermodel. Well, objectively speaking, she is taller and more successful on the court; however, her relative success as a supermodel is just speculation on my part. In any case, the name seems to fit. That’s what I’m calling
it: the “Maria Sharapova.”
I’m now going to take my “Maria Sharapova” and get back to
reading my Seneca, while ignoring everything written by modern, academic
philosophers of all races and national origins.
Cheers!
Wonderfully witty post and worth the wait! Welcome back. The Dog has been missed.
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