Three Years of Hell to Become the Devil: Outgeeking Bainbridge

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Outgeeking Bainbridge

Now, I'd never take on Professor Bainbridge when it comes to wine: I haven't the taste buds. And on corporate law? More fool me to challenge the guy who authors textbooks. But outgeeking? There we're on more equal ground. And I'm afraid that his accusation that George Lucas has sold the soul of Star Wars to the Democrats just rings hollow.

Basically, the good Professor is upset because:

...Lucas betrayed the basic story arc of the Star Wars mythology in order to score these cheap political points. In the original trilogy, Luke struggled against the absolutism of Obi-Wan and Yoda. It was Luke who insisted that there was still good in Vader, which Yoda and Obi-Wan rejected.

The betrayal in question is in having Obi-Wan say to Anakin, after the latter has muttered some you're-for-me-or-against-me line, "Only a Sith thinks in absolutes."

Now, I've not seen the movie yet, and to the best of my knowledge, neither has Prof. Bainbridge, but to my mind his internal critique doesn't hold up. Bainbridge spends a great deal of time talking about how an older (presumably wiser) Obi-Wan was still doctrinaire and absolutist in his consideration of the Force. But if we consider this Obi-Wan to be less mature than Alec Guinness (and who wouldn't), then the plot still hangs together. Obi-wan may just be full of it. And there's no "betrayal" for "cheap political points" so long as the elder Jedi isn't doing anything more than the lightsaber equivalent of Godwin's Law: you know the conversation's over (and someone's limbs are about to go) when somebody mentions the Sith.

So why are so many assuming that Old Kenobi needs to be taken seriously? It seems that the New York Times found political meaning in the film:

"This is how liberty dies - to thunderous applause," Padm observes as senators, their fears and dreams of glory deftly manipulated by Palpatine, vote to give him sweeping new powers. "Revenge of the Sith" is about how a republic dismantles its own democratic principles, about how politics becomes militarized, about how a Manichaean ideology undermines the rational exercise of power. Mr. Lucas is clearly jabbing his light saber in the direction of some real-world political leaders. At one point, Darth Vader, already deep in the thrall of the dark side and echoing the words of George W. Bush, hisses at Obi-Wan, "If you're not with me, you're my enemy." Obi-Wan's response is likely to surface as a bumper sticker during the next election campaign: "Only a Sith thinks in absolutes." You may applaud this editorializing, or you may find it overwrought, but give Mr. Lucas his due. For decades he has been blamed (unjustly) for helping to lead American movies away from their early-70's engagement with political matters, and he deserves credit for trying to bring them back.

Dear goodness, we can only hope. I mean, if Democrats can't do better than Lucas's tin-ear for dialogue for their political bumper stickers, then I suspect the Republicans will get the geek vote. But now the New York Times has done the impossible: it's made me curious about the final Star Wars film.

Let's face it: Lucas is about as subtle as a chainsaw running through a screen door, at least when it comes to dialogue. I'd expect that even if Chewbacca were mouthing Bush-lite rhetoric, you wouldn't need to be Han Solo to figure out the reference. On the other hand, the New York Times could probably scan Beowulf and find hidden anti-Bush meanings.

So who is it? Is George L. taking on George B.? Or is this all a figment of the Times' fevered fantasies? Sadly, I'll have to see the film to find out, because when it comes to a conflict between the Lucas lack of subtext and the Greying Lady's determination to find same, we reach a level of difficulty almost equal to that of the Great Sci Fi Paradox: What happens when a bunch of clueless red-shirts, guaranteed to survive less than three minutes after a beamdown, meets a platoon of Imperial Stormtroopers, who can't hit a barn from inside it?


This article on a Cannes press conference might save you the trouble of going to the movie.
A wise man once pointed out that "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar", and I think someone needs to remind Prof. Bainbridge that sometimes a trashy sci-fi B flick is just a trashy sci-fi B flick.....
The "wise man" was Freud, on the sometimes-noninterpretation-of-dreams. Less well known is his debt to Kipling. The original line went something like "Wine is only wine, but a cigar is a smoke."
I've noticed that people who are absolutist often think that they are nuanced. (Often because they know other people on their own side who are even more extreme, or have unexpressed feelings which are much nastier.)
TTP: I know it was Freud; I was under the impression that the quote was familiar enough that nobody (at least nobody well educated enough to be follwoing a first person narrative of American legal education) needed to be told who said it. :-)
Oh, perhaps I've underestimated folks. I was under the impression that a lot of people didn't know the source. Eh. Also I was trolling for the exact phrasing of the Kipling quote.
"Now, I've not seen the movie yet, and to the best of my knowledge, neither has Prof. Bainbridge..." And thus continues the conservative tradition of critiquing movies without having seen them. :)
If you notice, Dave, the above isn't a critique of a movie, but a series of questions about it. And having now seen the movie, if you want to carry water for Lucas's dialogue, I hope your back's pretty strong.

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One Day in Cairo

I can’t say we weren’t forewarned by other travelers who’d gone before us, but Egypt is, in a word, intense. It is the single place on our journey I have no desire to return to, and with my thirst for adventure, that’s saying a lot.

They say first impressions are often the truest. Nowhere did this ring more true than in Egypt. On our first day in Cairo I arrived curious, excited and intrigued. I went to bed angry, bitter and distressed. All we needed was one day in the sprawling metropolis of Cairo to realize Egypt was not for us.

Our Arrival

Landing in one of the world’s oldest cities we found ourselves standing for the first time on African soil yet entrenched in the Arabic culture of the Middle East. I could hardly believe we were here, that our journey had brought us all this way from Argentina to Egypt.

From our first steps on the streets of Cairo, I could tell we’d left Asia behind. Sandstone minarets, domed-mosques and satellite dishes dominated the hazy skyline. We passed restaurants touting shawarma and koshari while the smell of mint tea, apple sheesha and exhaust fumes enveloped the air. We passed bakeries selling salty pretzels and cookies and eyed pastry-filled windows with puddings and cakes dripping in honey syrup.

Traffic-choked street corners were lined with tea vendors dressed in what looked like knee-high, rubber rain boots. They clung to massive silver urns slung around their shoulders while doling out cups of sweetness for pennies. And then there was the army of young boys winding through the labyrinth of tight alleyways balancing enormous, wooden break baskets on their heads while carpet sellers sunk their teeth into the morning stream of tourists passing by their storefronts. Yes, this was Cairo.

What was most noteworthy was our first introduction to the Muslim world. We’d visited Muslim Quarters in a handful of cities in Asia, however, here we experienced Islam in full-throttle. The entire city of 20 million seems to beat to an Islamic drum, and the myriad of cultural differences stemming from this were innumerable.

The Dress

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First there was the dress. For Egyptian women revealing skin is taboo. Here women still dress in the traditional, black burqua covering, in many cases, every square inch of their bodies, often with only slits of their eyes revealed. Even at meal time women don’t remove the black cloth covering their faces, and witnessing them spoon food behind the black drape was fascinating.

While Western clothing has become a part of the Egyptian male identity, many still dress in traditional garb. They wear long, flowy robes that reach down to their ankles. In most cases they are white but always a mute tone. Some men even wear a kind of headdress with their robe, usually red and white checkered and stretching from their forehead to the back of their neck.

What I found most fascinating was seeing the two worlds collide. While the culture remains predominantly conservative, you can see some people are pushing the limits. Many women simply wear head scarves with Western clothes on bottom. What really caught my attention was seeing a woman wearing a full, black burqua yet rocking a pair of fire engine red, four-inch heels, peeping out the bottom. So fierce, in fact, even Tim Gun would be proud.

The Religion

Islam takes center stage in Cairo and all over Egypt. Five times a day, Muslims are required to bow down in prayer. Whether walking the streets or tending their shop, they stop everything they’re doing to lay down their mat and face Mecca. From the guy working the reception desk at our hotel to the tea vendor working the corner, they bowed their heads, prostrated their bodies to Allah.

The distinctive adhan, or call to prayer, was the soundtrack of our time in Cairo. Each day, yes five times a day, the melodic sound boomed across the sprawling city calling the faithful to prayer. The wildly chaotic cacophony of voices resounded through the city over loud speakers attached to the sides of minarets and mosques. Witnessing a tradition perhaps as old as Islam itself in one of the world’s ancient cities, was pretty surreal (except maybe when it woke us up each morning at sunrise!).

The Scene

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Reflecting on the extreme cultural difference and sensory overload we were experiencing in our first steps in Cairo, we set out to explore the Old City, known as Islamic Cairo. Our first stop was the main bazaar known Khan al-Khalili, or simply known as The Khan. Amidst the hustle and bustle of one of the Middle East’s most famous bazaars, we wound down the tight alleyways lined with vendors hawking all sorts of metallic treasures. There were brass lamps, copper pots and silver antiques sold along side spice stands and perfumes sold out of delicate, glass bottles. This was Egypt at its most intoxicating.

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Late afternoon brought us to al-Azhar Park, an expansive green space perched high above the city. The park offered a peaceful, green respite from the chaos and congestion of Cairo and turned out to be a spectacular place to watch sunset. With a 360 degree view over the city we watched the sun drop behind towering minarets and as the sky turned orange we could hear the call to prayer reverberating in the distance.

The Reality

What could have been a captivating experience soaking up the sights and sounds of one of the world’s ancient cities turned sour quickly. More than anywhere else on our travels, we were treated as walking dollar signs, and Egyptians go to extremes to get into your pockets. Wherever we went, we couldn’t walk more than five steps without being hounded, hassled and downright harassed. What started out as a mild annoyance soon turned aggressive. Hellos and where are you from became handshakes and violent tugs physically pulling you into a storefronts. Making eye contact with a stranger turned into being followed and hunted down for five blocks.

Most alarming was experiencing first-hand being a woman in the Arabic world. You are property and truly a second-class citizen. Every conversation was directed to Ryan, even if I was the one asking the question. It was almost as if I didn’t exist. But when it came to stares, they were all over me. Unlike India where the staring seemed to stem from a genuine curiosity, here it felt more like an attack. Bare skin, and I’m talking even just from the elbow down to the wrist, was eye candy for every man in town. Trying to cover my body in the 110 degree heat was exhausting and didn’t seem to curb any attention coming my way anyway.

On a visit to a local teahouse known as an awa, I realized I was losing the battle. Briefly stepping behind a tall bar and out of Ryan’s sight, I found myself being physically attacked. Our waiter held me tightly behind the bar out of Ryan’s view as he fondled me and ran his hands all over my body.

Needless to say I was quite shaken up and equally enraged. It certainly wasn’t the best introduction to Egypt or the Arab world.

I know what you are thinking. How can you generalize an entire country after a few isolated experiences? It’s just that we continued to experience the aggression and hostility of the people throughout our week-long stay in Egypt. This was just the beginning…

A week in Egypt would change me. It would take away that innocent, possibly naïve, outlook I suppose I bring to the table. I’d start questioning my innate trust in others and my desire to befriend total strangers. I learned that here, especially in the Arab world friendliness can be read the wrong way, and that it was time I toughened up. One thing was sure, Egypt was going to leave me hardened.

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  1. roundwego says:

    @Garrett – Thanks for the comment! Egypt was certainly not an enjoyable place to travel, but definitely think it goes beyond my treatment as a women. Know my husband can attest that just being a Westerner traveling through is downright exhausting. The hassling really gets to you! Definitely agree that the group tour thing may allow you to avoid much of this, but guess it would also distance you from experiencing the few redeeming cultural experiences. Ah, Egypt…Thanks for following our journey.

    @Art – It was quite alarming experiencing how women are treated and it really made it hard to enjoy all the other fascinating parts of the Egyptian culture. While we don’t regret going, it was a tough place to travel, no doubt. Will be interested to read about your experiences if you guys do decide to go in October. At the very least you should have better weather, as 115 degree temperatures made it that much harder. Thanks for following our adventures!

    @Katie – Glad to hear you had such an positive experience traveling through Egypt. That’s the funny thing about travel, you can visit the same place and come out with a totally different perspective and also have completely different experiences. My experience being attached by the guy at the restaurant, however, really left a sour taste in my mouth for the people and it continued to get worse throughout our week there. I definitely won’t let it hinder us from traveling through other parts of the Arab world, I’ll just be a lot better prepared.

    @Melissa – Thank you for your kind words! It’s a hard subject indeed. I can only imagine what it is like to travel through Sudan and Somalia. I’m sure you had some tough days and I completely agree with where you are coming from: Human dignity trumps culture. Well said! Yes, I have trouble accepting the fact women are treated that way and just because I’m visiting there as a female tourist, doesn’t mean I will accept that treatment, too. I am a bit turned off with traveling through the Arab world, but I definitely will go back. Just need a bit of time ;) …Thanks for following our adventure!

  2. Todd Dillon's Roomie says:

    Hi guys!

    I’m Todd’s roommate. Just spending an early autumn night in Chicago on our back porch drinking some wine and talking about how we wish we travel more than we do. Amazing pictures, great stories from what I’ve read and coming from someone in digital advertising, your blog looks great for many reasons :)

    One recommendation-I traveled to Beirut this summer due to dating someone from that area, all bias aside, I would HIGHLY recommend that you both travel there to experience what the Middle East has to offer in this region. It is a known to be one of the more liberal places in the ME, and when I use liberal lightly compared to the US, but the culture, food, landscape, livelihood is like no other.

    I think it might provide another perspective on a region that is made up in part of an islam community.

    And if I can’t convince you, NYX in 2009 said it was the #1 travel destination and Anthony Bourdain recently made a trip back…

    Yalla! ;)

  3. Melissa says:

    I cannot even tell you how much I appreciate your honest, intelligent approach to this extremely difficult issue. I had the worst time you can imagine travelling in Sudan and Somalia (I know, I know….not the smartest places to go. I probably would not make the same decision again!) It infuriates me when people try to give a simple response (“it’s just their culture”) to what is actually an almost insanely complex issue. At the end of it, I came to a conclusion similar to yours: my beliefs are simply incompatible with the way that some cultures accept. I will staunchly refuse to accept the term racist for saying that. Human dignity trumps culture, period. I’m really sorry you had such a bad time though, and I want to tell you how much I *love* your writing!
    Ottawa, Canada

  4. Katie says:

    I’m really bummed to read that you were so put off by Cairo and Egypt as a whole. Egypt is probably one of the best trips I’ve ever taken, so I’d like to offer an alternate point of view.

    I visited for just over 2 weeks in 2008 and had an amazing time, visiting Cairo, Aswan, Luxor, Sinai and Dahab.

    I’m blond and female, so I definitely stood out, but I dressed very conservatively and didn’t experience anything close to the type of harassment you experienced. And for a good part of my trip I was with a group of other women, also dressed conservatively and to my knowledge none of them had any problems either.

    It was a bit of culture shock to see things like separate lines at the ATM for men and women or to see the occasional woman in a full burka (although our tour guide explained most of those women aren’t Egyptian, but immigrants from other Arab countries). According to the tour guide I had for part of the trip, there is actually a lot of respect for women and the penalties for crimes such as sexual harassment or rape are so extreme that they are very rare. At the same time, he told us there is the view of Western women as being “easy” so showing any skin or wearing tight-fitting clothing would attract a lot of negative attention. I was there in January/February when it was cooler, so it was not difficult to stay covered.

    Yes, the vendors in the markets were annoying and it was usually best to avoid eye contact – I generally made it a policy to only go into the stalls of those who did not try to lure me in and I found that worked quite well. And while I definitely was scammed a couple times, most of the Egyptians I met were incredibly friendly and helpful.

    You can read about my experiences at
    Katie´s last [type] ..Five Steps to Choosing a Group Tour

  5. Garrett says:

    It sounds like the worst part of your experience resulted directly from your treatment as a woman. I think if I travel to Egypt with a companion, especially a female one, to avoid mistreatment the group-tours a la the Nile and beyond may be the best option.

  6. Art G says:

    Very well written. We are/were bound for Egypt the end of October. I have traveled to many countries and enjoyed immersing myself in the culture. But, after reading this from a stand point of a traveler entering a country where women are treated thusly, I will find it difficult to understand or even try to understand the culture. Your article sounds like you made every attempt to remain neutral but were overwhelmed and slowly became negative. The actions of the waiter are beyond tolerable. While things could happen once or twice to any traveler, it sounds as though this is not only tolerated, it is permitted and excused as “tradition.” We may rethink our travel plans.

    Art G´s last [type] ..Skagway and CarrCross- Briish Columbia- Canada — Skagway- Alaska- United States