Chair vs. Chair

As schools begin their fall semesters and students return to classes, the journey of education continues.

Though truly, each day is an education if you keep your eyes peeled and look and listen to what’s going on around you.  That is most especially true these days.

The hills are alive with… EDUCATION!

It’s been almost a year-and-a-half since we’ve had our college juniors and seniors in person at our satellite campus in Los Angeles due to the safety guidelines of this pandemic.  That means it’s been that long since I’ve stood live and in person in a classroom.

Like most teachers, professors or whatever you choose to call us in these divided times (Note: Indoctrinators? Lib-tards? Coddlers?) I was prepared for anything.  And yet I was unprepared for anything of what I found.

I imagined students the way they’d seemed all these months on Zoom.  Engaged yet tentative; attentive yet distracted; trying to make the best of a truly effed situation, much like me, but not always doing a good job of it.

Results are varied

Of course, we all feel this way from time to time, especially in college, and even without a pandemic. 

Yet what I found instead was an overwhelmingly enthusiastic group of fully masked and fully vaccinated young people.  They were not only excited to be here but couldn’t wait to get to work.

Their dispositions didn’t change even after they heard myself and my cohorts speak.  Nor did it shift even a bit after they went on to take the mandatory COVID test we had arranged for them in the next room.

Really? 

Yeah. 

What is going on here?

The masks weren’t a thing, the tests weren’t a thing and from what I could tell the prerequisite of a vaccination requirement for entry into our program was definitely not anything but a plus.

Even us professors droning on was nothing at all.

And who says today’s college students aren’t as smart as they used to be?

As far as I can see they’re way ahead of most of the rest of the country.

By A LOT.

I’ll take it

This weekend I binge-watched the new six-episode Netflix half-hour comedy-drama The Chair.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  I should sue them.  And don’t think I didn’t consider it.

It centers on a college professor that is smart, harried, neurotic and snide, played by Sandra Oh, who carries the title of Chair.

Truly, it’s my life portrayed by an actor I might have even personally chosen to play me if Hollywood were truly embracing the concept of colorblind casting.

OH MISS OH I LOVE YOU

Of course, as you might have guessed, the details of Ms. Oh’s character, Ji-Yoon, are not exactly me.  She’s the newly appointed head of the English department at an unnamed lower-level Ivy League university.  She’s a single mother, teaches poetry and literature in cozy wood rooms and has a raft of older white colleagues too often gunning for her and defying her authority.

I, on the other hand, am a long married gay guy who is childless that works at a liberal arts college, teaches TV and film writing and advises students about the entertainment industry in modern offices and classrooms with windows that don’t open. 

Me, midday in my office

In addition, mine is an endowed Chair appointment with no power to boss around anyone except my students (Note: Not that it stops me).

Nevertheless, as straight as she is and as screwed up as her romantic life can get, Ji-Yoon and I share a lot.  We love knowledge, we enjoy challenging anyone who will listen and we don’t quite know the answers to as many questions as we think.  In fact, we often find we know much less.

The Chair gets this exactly right and, given its higher education setting, those characteristics are exactly right.  Despite what the outside world might think, the academic world is one that both dispenses and questions knowledge daily in a way that causes teachers to always feel a bit off-balanced inside, despite what they show the world.

It’s also an arena that breeds self-doubt since basically all you’re doing part of everyday is engaging in the give and take of ideas verbally and consistently being challenged by people younger than you.  What’s even more crazy-making is that on any given day almost any one of them might be smarter than you.

Horrifying as it may be

Certainly, they are more current.  Which, if you’re listening, forces you to, well…consider you are not God or whoever you imagine Her to be.  Nor are you as young and freethinking as you think.

That last part is undeniable.  Daily.

It’s in the latter, its portrait of the typical college student body, where The Chair goes a bit astray.  Sure, it rightly has sub-plots of political correctness and ageism in the classroom. But it presents its students en masse through the cynical eyes of more adult writers.

It’s a vacuum of rigid correctness and self-righteousness that older people like to slap on the back of every young-ish person who questions their authority.  A media picture of insolent youngins who stomp and holler if everything’s not perfectly tailored to them in the classroom in the way they would like.

Ugh this term is the worst, but yes, this idea

It’s not the young people I met this week, none of whom bristled at a mandatory mask or vaccine or COVID test – or even of the many requirements they were being asked to fulfill this semester.

Certainly, these kids are not beyond bristling and not listening to everything we require of them or tell them.  But at this point they are also on the whole not exhibiting the obstinate and pointless acting out behavior that many TV series continue to show them representing and that critics of #MeToo, critical race theory and social media saddle onto their backs. 

They have much, much bigger issues to fry in the world we are leaving them than getting caught up in all that bogus small stuff, as entertaining as it might be to us oldsters.

Big OK Boomer feeling here

And they are already smart enough to know much of what’s truly important even if we choose not to take time out to see them as they really are – imperfect and flawed – as we once were.  

But just a bit younger and smarter than we ever were because, well, they have to be.

Elvis Costello – “My Brilliant Mistake”

…. And just in case you want more Chair-on-TV content, check out our first ever mini pod — a slightly shorter podcast episode on one topic only. This week we tackle the season finale of Mike White’s water cooler HBO black comedy (drama? comedy-drama? oh who knows!) The White Lotus. Check it out here:

Notes from the Edge

Carrie Fisher wrote these words for Meryl Streep to say as a fictionalized version of herself in the semi-autobiographical film Postcards from the Edge:

I can’t feel my life.  I look around and I know so much of it is good…but I just can’t believe it…I don’t want my life to imitate art.  I want my life to be art.

Those lines are condensed from a climactic speech where a perennially snide, yet terribly insecure and newly sober actress for the first time admits she realizes how fortunate she is to be alive and to have opportunities in which to thrive.

an eye opener

It was an embarrassingly honest bit of contemporary self-parody 30 years ago. 

I mean, who is truly going to feel sorry for a talented young woman born into a wealthy show business family whose real life inspiration played Princess Leia in Star Wars?

But who knew it would have additional resonance all these decades later where so many of us are walking around wringing our hands over what our 2021 lives are, are not, or may never be?

The very same people who could have predicted that both Princess Leia AND the actress who played her would also be gone.

Stop that!

It doesn’t help that the news gives us daily warnings that the Covid Monster we assumed we were beginning to slay is actually still lurking just outside our door and ingeniously getting even closer.  

The latest tidbit is that the viral load for those infected with its new and improved Delta variant is ONE THOUSAND TIMES higher than its original and almost TWICE as CONTAGIOUS.

This reminds me of another line from another even more classic film, The Wizard of Oz.  After her house accidentally drops on the Wicked Witch of the East and that witch’s evil sister stands before her, an already nervous Dorothy is immediately warned by her friend Glinda that:

This is the Wicked Witch of the West.  And SHE’S WORSE THAN THE OTHER ONE!!

I’LL GET YOU MY PRETTY!

Considering film is our best cultural representation of what it’s like to be human, it shouldn’t be at all surprising that so many of us are in our current emotional states.

Well, I for one, had to take at least a partial step back from all of it this week.  There is nothing clever nor particularly profound about this decision except, well, I had to do anything but intermittently freak out amid, well, intermittently freaking out.

And as someone once told me, sometimes it’s better to do something, or anything, than nothing.

(Note:  I think it was a therapist who gave me that advice but I can’t be entirely sure I actually didn’t once read it in some old Carrie Fisher interview).

… or maybe it was Gary.

In any event, since I wasn’t up for volunteering in a space where I would be around anyone or anything I didn’t know (or anything or anyone who wasn’t vaccine certified), I chose to go back to the one constant in my life that has almost never let me down – friends.

One day I had an outside lunch with a buddy who I’ve known for over FORTY YEARS and haven’t seen in two.  Another evening was spent with two guys I haven’t seen in person in three years but have known for THIRTY. 

Another close friend I first met in 1982 is here for the summer and we’ve had a bunch of get-togethers.  I’ve also had a ton of long conversations with family members and others close to me that I haven’t talked to in a while. 

And now I’m all verklempt

I even – and I know this is shocking – made it a point to actually pay more attention to the person I see every day of my life – my HUSBAND – and actually make it a priority to LISTEN to what he had to say before I SAID anything.

The latter might not seem like a lot but, well… okay… the long married/long term couples will tell you…

I can’t tell you any of these was a panacea aka CURE for what’s been lurking outside my door, or yours, but it did help – A LOT. 

At least for a while.  Until it didn’t.

It was at that time that I reached out to even more people and began to listen and look around at my surroundings.

And breathe. 

It’s been too long Johnny

That helped too.  A bit.  At which time, things got somewhat anxious again and I started to write stuff.  Not a lot but enough to get me through some rough hours.  As it has so many times, through so many decades before.

And when that lost its effect I even went for a run and…worked out?!!??  A bunch of times.  That, in turn, bought me a whole bunch of extra, non-worrying hours.   Much as it hurt and I didn’t want to do it.

Oh, and it also brought….appreciation.

I’m kidding… I think

See, at the end of the day what you realize is that any life at all is art, woefully imperfect and consistently stressful, daunting and even haunting, though it may be.

I wish I could cure Covid but I can’t.  I wish I could thoroughly avoid Covid but, practically speaking, it’s impossible and not advisable. 

Though what I can do, and all of us can do, is live our lives with some meaning AND with the people that make us laugh and make us happy, and not let it poison so much of what is good about living at all.

It’s not a perfect art but, as Ms. Fisher observed all those decades ago, that’s not what life’s about anyway.

She also once famously said:

Instant gratification takes too long.

Amen to that, also.

Meryl Streep – “I’m Checking Out” from Postcards from the Edge