My Favorite Thing I've Ever Written
One more for my inaugural blog-gasm. This is my favorite thing I've written. It's not the best thing I've written, but this is the closest I've come to saying something worthwhile, and not just reefing words out to try to be funny. This also appeared in Volume One, although it predates the website.
Ignorance may not be bliss, but sometimes it's reality
The appearance of being uninformed is exactly why “I don’t know” is such a terrible statement. A decision or opinion gives the illusion that we have weighed the issue and come up with the obvious right answer. “Knowing” our feelings on any given topic proves that we certainly do not spend our evenings glued to Dancing with the Stars. Instead we research and contemplate. It’s all very American. We are cajoled to vote with no mention of informing ourselves on the politicians. We commit to political parties with fanatical gusto. We all have an opinion on the war, stem cells, gay marriage, and Janet Jackson’s breast when relatively few of us are directly involved in all of these issues, and none of us are familiar with all the facts and arguments. We all believe we are right simply because we've made a decision.
It's OK to Not Know
Ignorance may not be bliss, but sometimes it's reality
I have explained over and over again to my sophomore English
students that they may NOT squash two complete sentences together with a
comma. That creates a run-on sentence,
which is incorrect and makes them look like uneducated ninnies. They may leave the sentences as they are and
add a semi-colon, or they may add the comma AND another word, such as
“and.” One day, one of those smart kids
who always make me feel inadequate as a teacher asked, “Do you need a comma if
you add the word ‘because’?” My mind raced
through my embarrassingly inadequate knowledge of grammar rules. I had nothing. I looked at the brainiac and said, “I don’t
know. This is not my area of expertise.”
The entire class gasped collectively, and one of them
dropped her pen to the floor in slow motion.
I would have gotten the same reaction if I had told them I was a robot
or a cross-dresser. How could a teacher
not know? Teachers are supposed to
know. Every other teacher in the
building knows. A kid in the front row
asked, “What isn’t your area of expertise?
English?” Everyone laughed. I left the room wondering why “I don’t know”
is such a bad thing. I didn’t know if a comma was
required. I could have made something
up, but then I might have been wrong.
In last month’s issue of Volume One, I wrote an article in
which I again said “I don’t know.” While
discussing how life in Western Wisconsin will change if it stops snowing, I
admitted that I am not entirely convinced that humans are or are not to blame
for global warming. After reading the
article, my editor asked me, “How could six-and-a-half billion people not affect the environment?” Like the comma debacle, I beat myself up for
days. When speaking about global warming
or commas, I should just make something up or pick a side and go with it – I
don’t want to seem uninformed or uncaring.
The appearance of being uninformed is exactly why “I don’t know” is such a terrible statement. A decision or opinion gives the illusion that we have weighed the issue and come up with the obvious right answer. “Knowing” our feelings on any given topic proves that we certainly do not spend our evenings glued to Dancing with the Stars. Instead we research and contemplate. It’s all very American. We are cajoled to vote with no mention of informing ourselves on the politicians. We commit to political parties with fanatical gusto. We all have an opinion on the war, stem cells, gay marriage, and Janet Jackson’s breast when relatively few of us are directly involved in all of these issues, and none of us are familiar with all the facts and arguments. We all believe we are right simply because we've made a decision.
I am going to try something different. If I don't know, I’m going to say it. I don’t know how much the government should
regulate business, retirement saving, abortion, or drilling in Alaska. Several issues ago, I vehemently defended Eau
Claire’s City Manager style of government against the obviously asinine mayoral
system. I take it all back. I have never taken a course in municipal
government, and I’ve only attended one City Council meeting back in high school
because it was a requirement for a merit badge in Boy Scouts. I don’t know why the punctuation at the end
of a quotation goes inside the quotation marks.
It’s not that I don’t care, or that I’m not going to try to learn more
about these issues. It’s that, as of
right now, I just don’t know.
Somewhere in my history, I picked up the notion that, before
you open Venetian blinds, the slats should be in the horizontal position. Otherwise, they will wear out or break. My wife always opens the blinds with the
slats vertical, and I have spent a ton of breath and brain power bugging her to
change. I actually don’t know if one way
is more conducive to quality blind function than the other. Until I do, my “I don’t know” stands. Please open the blinds whichever way you
want.