Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Mother's Day Special: Matriarchs and Patriarchs

            Recently in my Bible I’ve had a lot of fun reading the Patriarchal stories of Genesis: like Abraham, Sodom and Gomorrah, and Joseph in Egypt. Lots of badass bronze-age swashbuckling, like when Abe gets three hundred of his bros together and they rescue his wimpy nephew from the armies of four kings. It’s an interesting story. One of these monarchs is simply referred to as the king of “the Nations” (Heb.: Goyim). Just one is enough for most kings, but apparently not this dude. Also interesting is that two of the kingdoms, Shinar (i.e., Sumer) and Elam, were traditional enemies according to Mesopotamian records. This was an unprecedented military alliance between normally competing major powers—think of the US and the Russia teaming up. They are reinforced by some dude calling himself "King of the Nations". And some other dude--so, let's say, the Prince of Liechtenstein. This is no petty tribal dispute.

            So Abe and the boys roll in, knock some heads together, and rescue his wuss of a nephew from Liechtenstein and company--even though said nephew had betrayed him earlier. These guys were legit, sword-and-sandal Bronan the Brobarians, treading the jeweled kingdoms of old beneath their feet, seeing their enemies driven before them, and hearing the lamentations of said enemies’ women. One time my neighbor and I were reflecting on David and BATHsheba (geddit?). After a short pause in the conversation, we shook our heads and agreed, “Man…that is gangster.

            David might have been an OG, but these dudes are the O’est of OG’s. They were the tent-dwelling warlords of the desert, wielding swords of bronze, who rode camels into battle (probably a slight anachronism) and laid siege to cities. These unlettered steppe herdsmen forged mighty nations by the strength of their sword arms, such that their deeds were etched on tablets of stone and remembered in the halls of scribes and learned men; their sons were the fathers of kings. Their doings reverberate through the millennia to us today. It is exactly the legacy an ancient barbarian warlord would want.

            But one thing I keep noticing is that these guys—all of them—sin against their wives in terms of sexual fidelity. Whenever someone screws up in these stories, it’s usually a man screwing up in his relationship with a woman. Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and his sons are deeply flawed men and these flaws deeply mar the job they did as patriarchs, i.e., the male heads of their households. Here is a quick list:

1.      Abraham sells his wife, who he’s pretending is his sister, to various kings as a sex slave. Also, Abe himself is a polygamist.
2.      Isaac, who did the same thing with his wife. Although he himself may not have been a polygamist, he certainly has no problems with everyone else doing it and at one point harasses his son to get a third wife.
3.      Jacob, whose shenanigans involving the birthright are well known. Also a polygamist.
4.      Judah, whose daughter-in-law blackmails him into paying her what he owes by disguising herself as a prostitute and having sex with him. He then tries to have her stoned for prostitution.

            These guys were not described by their contemporaries or by the writer(s) of Genesis as good dudes. God, the “Editor” of the Bible, wants us to be aware of the imperfection of these men. Perhaps most notably, each of them falls into serious sexual sin. The specific sin is frequently but not always polygamy, which seems to have been in the time of the patriarchs roughly equivalent to casual sex, divorce, pornography and the like in secular, post-sexual-revolution Western society today. It was a ubiquitous sexual sin that these men sometimes internally struggled with and sometimes openly committed, but they were all guilty of it to some degree.

            In committing the sin of polygamy, the Patriarchs were guilty of sinning not only agains God, but also against their wives the Matriarchs. The Patriarchs’ society permitted and even encouraged what was essentially the sexual ownership of multiple women by a single man. He had no commitments to them in terms of sexual fidelity. To this day this is still practiced in societies claiming descent from the (very) polygamous Patriarchs Ishmael and Esau. However, the writer(s) frequently and forcefully communicate that God’s ideal is uncompromised lifelong monogamy in a godly marriage and family. Even godly men in the ancient world struggled with this, just like how even otherwise godly men in the modern world sometimes struggle with pornography or Tinder hookups.

            The writer(s) communicate this ideal most clearly in the personages of Abraham and Sarah, who are in their nineties and God keeps telling them, has told them for decades, that she’ll have a kid. And she does. One of my favorite parts of the book of Genesis is the birth of Isaac. It’s told with such a matter-of-fact but at the same time somehow breathlessly astonished tone, letting the event speak for itself. One can almost imagine that it’s an eyewitness account handed down through centuries of oral tradition. Abraham had a child at 100, but that’s not the really impressive part. The impressive part is that Sarah had a child as a ninetysomething. Abraham’s willingness to enter a polygamous union for the sake of a child demonstrates a hopelessness that God’s promise would actually come true. But that’s not how God works. God doesn’t compromise for His people.

            As shown with what happens next in the story, the Patriarchs frequently and seriously failed at their job because of sexual sin. God will not accept Ishmael as firstborn because he is the illegitimate child of a polygamous union—Hagar is not Abraham’s wife in the eyes of God. But don’t feel too bad for Ishmael, much like that of all his other male relatives, he later has plenty of wives and concubines of his own. Imagine that, parents screwing up and their kids having to deal with the same problems.

            I hope I do not come off as misandrist if I assign a higher degree of job competency, in general, to the Matriarchs of Genesis than the Patriarchs. At any rate, they did not mess up as seriously and as frequently. I do not think they were necessarily better people than their husbands, but when they screwed up it didn’t make it into the Bible as often, and when they do make it in whatever happened was ultimately a man’s fault. It is true, for example, that Rebecca helped Jacob conspire against Esau, but ultimately the fault is Isaac’s for showing favoritism to Esau and fathering Jacob so poorly that he turned into such a Sneaky Little Shit:



            So I submit that the Matriarchs mostly did their job as “female head of household” better than the Patriarchs did their job of “male head of household”. I say “male” and “female head of household” deliberately. I don’t want to talk here about Biblical male headship and whether or not the jobs of Matriarch and Patriarch involve a subordinate power dynamic. It obviously did four thousand years ago. But much like polygamy and the stoning of prostitutes, just because something was done in the ancient world does not mean it has to be done now. The position I hold regarding the related concepts of polygamy and female subservience, incidentally, are two of the reasons I am Christian and not Muslim.

            The Patriarchal stories of Genesis are an extremely sobering warning to men, especially fathers and husbands, everywhere. The Matriarchs were often and maybe even usually better at their jobs and personal conduct than the Patriarchs. These stories also tell us that when the Patriarchs screwed up, the consequences are often and maybe even usually more severe than when the Matriarchs did. Be careful, gentlemen. Lust is a killer and it gets even otherwise godly and extraordinarily badass Old Testament desert warlords. Fortunately, God did not abandon Abe and the boys, and he will not abandon us in our own struggles. Each of these men ended his life walking with God and receiving His blessing. He invites us to do the same. Still, it is unavoidable: the Editor seems to be telling us the moms did a better job than the dads.

            That in mind, Happy Mother’s Day.

Friday, April 10, 2020

Kim Jong-Un Looking at Potatoes; or, Bro Listens to Kpop


This is (purported to be) a real (North) K(orean) pop song. I was going to write “propaganda pop song”, but then I realized that all North Korean (pop) music is propaganda, so the word is redundant. I guess it’s been on Youtube for years, but it’s just now getting noticed. Here are the lyrics. I encourage you to read them one more time to reflect on their poetic beauty. All together now:

Potato pride! Many on many,
The flowers of our lives are blooming.
Oh, oh, oh, potato pride!


In our village [was] an old man,
And on the day of potato distribution [editor’s note: lol],
[He] layed [sic] out a feast on the birthday table:
Chewy potato tteok and Hamhung cold noodles,

Delicious ggwabaegi and potato pancakes.

Potato pride! Oh so many,
Lost count at thirty,
Oh, oh, oh, potato pride.


Potato pride, oh so many,
Potato chaltteok—honey flavored,
The grandmothers cluck their tongues.
While the children go to and fro,

“Potato taffy is the best!”, they say.

The old man who ate a lot and lived to a ripe old age [editor’s note: fat old guys are generally auspicious figures in Chinese culture too, cf. small shops and such in China having on the wall paper cutouts of Santa throughout the year. He’s even wearing red, also considered auspicious, cf. Chinese wedding dresses],
Says [sic], while emptying a glass of potato liquor,
“Our world is oh so good,
And in my hometown there’s a potato bumper harvest!”
Oh, oh, oh, potato pride!

In the past, people lived poorly
In this far-flung region,
Which, today, under the arms of the Party,
Has become a paradise on Earth.
Build many potato farms and live to an old age,
Have many children and enjoy the pleasures of life.


Sing of the good times

Did the old man from the long-lived family 
As he dances [sic] a dance,
Oh, oh, oh, potato pride!

Potato pride! Many on many,
The flowers of our lives are blooming,
Oh, oh, oh, potato pride!


I'd like to begin by wishing everyone a happy Day of Potato Distribution. 


That said: devilish. This song is diabolically, but brilliantly, written. It's just generic enough for the "agricultural laboring masses" to identify with: old men in the village having a shot of potato liquor, kids running around while grandmas peel potatoes, etc. The happy Mao-suited official holding some potatoes in the video looks sort of like your village commissar. There’s a big, happy Kim Jong-Un looking at potatoes, who, come to think of it, himself much resembles a potato. 

But don't say that, or you and everyone in your family will be shot. Your organs will be sold on the black market.



The lyrics tiptoe on the edge of overt political propaganda--you can feel the tension building, and you start kinda wondering if this song isn't even going to mention the regime--until the
last verse. Then it unleashes a torrent of praise for the Party's leadership. See how the party takes care of us and lets us get fat on potatoes!

It hits its demographic perfectly: people who remember times of relative prosperity followed by extreme hardship. I would imagine that the average middle-aged North Korean sees pre-1991 (under the USSR) as being more plentiful than it actually was. This perception is due to nostalgia, propaganda, and the severity of the famine which would follow. I imagine that this song reminds them of a comparatively potato-rich past.
And they can have those good times back, with lots of potatoes, all their favorite potatoes, if they follow the Supreme Leader and get back to work! I can imagine this song being written in a year when every crop except potatoes failed. And the potatoes aren't enough to feed everyone by themselves, but they're the only thing that anyone has to eat, so now it's the Great Proletarian Potato Revolution. And the potatoes are given out on the Day of Potato Distribution. Before the revolution this day was a millennia-old religious festival, but was repurposed to be about potatoes so people would forget its original significance. Enjoy your daily potato (singular) ration, comrade. If you're good, Kim Jong-Un will put an extra potato in your stocking.
Of course, a diet of nothing but one potato per day is bad for you(r immune system), so now you have to worry about getting sick. "Now", being "during the worldwide coronavirus epidemic that started next door, in the country that you do all of your trade with, which covered up the virus for weeks". So now you're starving and sick. If you point out the incongruity between this song and reality (or are perceived to have pointed it out) or in any way suggest that you're not, in fact, living in bucolic plenty, you and everyone in your family will be shot. Your organs will be sold on the black market. But it's a great year for potatoes!
Communism sucks, dude.

[Found the original music video, worth a watch. -Ed.]