Sex, Drugs, & Totalitarian Control

March 27, 2017 § 9 Comments

tumblr_o7m63hn1mI1v1dyl1o1_500Since the end of my Disney-princess days and the start of my adolescence I have been taught that apathy is beautiful and to love is to submit yourself to ruin. There are about five different abbreviations to say to your friends via text, “I don’t care,” and countless others to describe a sexual relationship you’re having without ever using the word “dating.” “Seeing each other.” “Hooking up.” “Hanging out.” “Chilling.” “We’re in a thing.” “Talking.” Sometimes we even resort to an anxious shrug and launch into a conversation having to do with just about anything else.

When you’re with the person you’re “chilling” with, talk of God or poetry or desires beyond drugs or alcohol or sex is completely off limits. Time spent in the daylight is too risky because white light has a way of exposing flaws and the feelings in your eyes that are much easier to hide when it’s dark and only the moon is watching. There’s an art to apathy, or at least, to pretending not to care. It involves a lot of leaving texts on “read” and silences when conversations start to sink their feet into something concrete. It involves a lot of smiling when you’re not the least bit happy and “keeping your options open” when you really just feel like committing.

Having become well versed in this science, reading about the romantic entanglements  in Aldous Huxley’s, Brave New World felt more like reading a slightly exaggerated version of a millennial hookup story than any science fiction future. Throughout the novel, both men and women describe having sex with one another as “having” another individual, alluding to temporary ownership or possession rather than intimacy or even reciprocal action— like “sleeping with” or “having sex with.” This is seen in a lot of today’s colloquialisms as well, “banged her,” “tapped that,” “hit that,” all of which have no romantic undertones and in fact, allude to violence.

The character of Lenina is a perfect embodiment of the incredibly sexual, carnal sort of reality that Huxley crafts. She is no stranger to sexual encounters; once in the novel upon entering the Alpha Changing Rooms, she is said to have been, “a popular girl and, at one point or another, had spent a night with almost all of [the men in the room]” (63). Her only understanding of the word “love” and her only understanding of relations with men, is sexual. We see this both in her relationship with Bernard and with John, however even she, the poster child, the pin-up girl, for hookup culture, struggles at times with this way of life.

During a conversation she has in the beginning of the novel with her friend Fanny, Lenina confides in her, saying, “‘Somehow, I hadn’t been feeling very keen on promiscuity lately. There are times when one doesn’t. Haven’t you found that too, Fanny?’ Fanny nodded her sympathy and understanding. ‘But one’s got to make the effort,’ she said, sententiously, ‘one’s got to play the game. After all, every one belongs to every one else’” (48). This notion that ‘every one belongs to every one else’ is repeated often in the book, relating the concept of human relationships to both the communist desire to eliminate individuality as well as the capitalist-encouraged relationships we have with material goods. To ‘belong’ to a person, to ‘have’ a person, is reflective of the idea that the commodification of the human body is the same as our commodification of all other goods. This is the only way Lenina understands relationships. Whenever Lenina has an encounter with John that leaves her pining for him, she resorts to taking soma, nor can she understand his declaration of love spoken with grand metaphors and poetic references towards the end of the novel (174). These irrational human inclinations to pine after someone, to allow someone other than ourselves to wield such power over our own happiness, to devote our lives to a relationship, and to love in language as flowery and impractical as poetry—these are not conducive to the society Huxley has created because they are not rational and cannot be satisfied by material goods.

However, there are some positives to Huxley’s future view of sexual relationships. For one, female sexual agency. John does not understand the sexually liberated, emotionless way in which both men and women operate in the World State. Throughout the novel, John places Lenina on a pedestal as an ethereal creature. He yearns to shield her from anything lewd or ‘unholy.’ He ‘loves’ her for the beautiful image he has made her out to be, not for who she really is. By making John this way, Huxley demonstrates that the commodification of women specifically has a history that started well before the concepts of capitalism and communism were introduced. John commodifies Lenina into an object he wants to possess—a pure, holy, innocent object. When Lenina attempts to be sexual with him after he declares his love, he calls her a whore and eventually calls for her death (177). While Huxley’s future eliminates the possibility of great love and feeling, it also eliminates the virgin-whore dichotomy that has shackled women for centuries. In theory, John’s ‘love’ for Lenina sounds grand and it feels tragic that it cannot be reciprocated and nurtured, however, in reality, his perception of women is flawed just as the perception of women has been for all of history. If there is any remnant of true feeling, of true romantic love in the novel that should have gotten the chance to be expressed, it is at the start of the novel in Bernard and in his respect for Lenina, although it is snuffed out.

Rather than being romantic or emotional, the society in which Huxley’s characters operate is an expensive one, where people fly planes and play elaborate golf games and rely on drugs for contentment and it is intentionally designed that way: “We do not want want people to be attracted by old things. We want them to like the new ones,” (198).The things that the “Savage” John cares about—God, poetry, freedom, those are not as easily commodified and thereby go discouraged in such a society. In order for the totalitarian rule in Huxley’s book to function, John’s desires cannot exist, people need to fully buy into the capitalist understanding of ‘happiness.’ A New York Times article discussing Huxley’s vision for the future described it as, “The totalitarian rulers in Huxley’s book do this not by oppressing their citizens but by giving them exactly what they want, or what they think they want — which is basically sex, drugs and rock ’n’ roll — and lulling them into complacency. They don’t mourn their lost liberty…they don’t even know it’s gone.” While there are definitely criticisms of communism as well as capitalism in this novel, looking at it from a modern day lens the problems Huxley points out with capitalism are of more significance as is the threat of becoming someone constantly searching for happiness through material goods.

But how different is Huxley’s fabricated society from our own? In much of the discussion surrounding artificial intelligence and personhood, many say that the reason why AI will never be equal to humanity is because it won’t be able to have empathy, to love, to feel the way human beings are capable. However, we live in a world where the suppression of those very same feelings is encouraged, where those qualities hailed in arguments about AI are shunned and seen as shameful in our relationships with one another.

While I applaud the sexual agency seen much more frequently in today’s society and in Huxley’s novel and I disapprove of the slut-shaming and sexist idolization of women as seen in John’s view of Lenina, I also worry that human beings may be trying to act too much like machines and also, what this means for women specifically. If John’s virgin-whore dichotomy persists and yet Lenina’s attitudes towards sex are trendy—how does a woman win? And should she want to? Is being rational always preferable—is it sustainable—is it healthy? The inner turmoil faced by both John and Lenina is the same as it is in the many American children who grow up to see that after a first kiss it’s far more likely to hear “see you never,” than “happily ever after.” What makes us aspire to live such an apathetically sexual life? Is it fear of vulnerability? Is it the threat of being out of control? Do we really search for the kind of happiness described in the novel, one that is “never grand” because we are afraid of the rough waves that come with fluctuating human emotion (199)?

Works Cited:

Before Sunrise. Dir. Richard Linklater. By Richard Linklater and Kim Krizan. Perf. Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. Columbia, 1995.

Huxley, Aldous. Brave New World. London: Vintage Classic, 2014. Print.

McGrath, Charles. “Which Dystopian Novel Got It Right: Orwell’s ‘1984’ or Huxley’s ‘Brave New World’?” The New York Times. The New York Times, 13 Feb. 2017. Web. 27 Mar. 2017.


What Do We Sacrifice For “Perfection”?

September 29, 2015 § 1 Comment

It looked like any other hospital waiting room. Well, any other hospital waiting room in the year 2050. I’ve been told that you weren’t kept behind bars like a common criminal. I’ve been told the doors didn’t always have locks on the outside. Hell, I’ve even been told the rooms had chairs to sit in. . . . I’m pretty sure most of those are myths though. I guess it really doesn’t matter how the rooms might have been though. I’m here now and that is all that really matters.

Eventually they come for you. You don’t know when it will be. You just don’t know . . . but they come eventually. People leave one by one. Where they go I can only imagine, but I guess I will find out soon enough. No one really seems to be nervous and I guess they don’t really have a reason to be. We aren’t here voluntarily. We don’t have a choice, an escape, an alternative. You just accept your fate as it comes.

There was a general trend in the room. None of us looked old than five or six and most of us had obvious defects. You were snatched up as soon as something seemed off with you. For some they were born lucky. Infants with a clear disorder were treated on the spot. They won’t even remember the treatment. Not all of us were so lucky. The boy across from me sat drooped over in his wheelchair. His legs looked frail and thin.

He will walk soon enough. Everything will be fixed soon.

How I found myself in this mess was entirely different. You can’t tell something is wrong with me just by looking at me. The moment I was born my parents could sigh in relief that they would never have to turn their child over to the state. I am more sorry for them than I am for myself as I sit here. I’m an anomaly. It all started when I was three or four and I insisted I was a girl. “But Michael, you’re my baby boy,” my mother would insist. She would force trucks and army men into my hands to play with. She dressed me exclusively in blue. She put me in karate and never let me have girl friends. I was defective.

But medicine can fix all of that now. I am told that after the surgery I won’t even remember wanting to be a girl. I will be my mommy’s strong little man after all.

And with that, they came for me.


            I deliberately chose something that would offend or shock. Being transgender is not a defect. It is not something inherently wrong with the person. It is not something to treat. So why did I chose the issue of being transgender as the main driving force of my narrative?

To make you think and question.

Medicine and genetic research has come leaps and bounds from where it began. Thus far, the progress has been something that I support wholeheartedly. Stem cells have incredible potential to change the world. Finding a foolproof cure to cancer would revolutionize the world. But where do we draw the line?

Something I think about is where genetic engineering must stop. My fear is not so much what we as human beings can create, but rather how we choose to use that technology. My greatest fear is that we find ways to change things that are simply hard to understand or not the “norm.”

I have incredibly strong friends who have a wide variety of sexual orientations, gender identities, disabilities, you name it. They are the strongest people I know and I know that they wouldn’t change who they are if given the chance. Nothing is wrong with them. They are unique and beautiful. But as someone who loves them all deeply and unconditionally, I fear that less tolerant people will try to change them. I used to paint my friend’s nails at sleepovers just to take it off in the morning before returning home. Thankfully, Claire*  was able to transition to the person I had always accepted her to be when she moved out of her house. I know her parents would have changed her to accept being male, the sex she had been born with, if given the chance.

I hope I did not offend you, but I do hope I shocked you. We need to think about the limits to genetic engineering. Not the scientific limits, but the moral and ethical limits. Just because something may be possible, doesn’t mean we should necessarily do it. I don’t really know where we should draw the line in the sand, but I hope we can start the dialogue.

Maybe this story can be the pebble that creates waves.

*Name changed for privacy. 

  • S. Jamison

Room 0023

September 4, 2015 § Leave a comment

Room 0023 read the white numbers etched into the grey door in front of me. I looked down at the note that The Professor had written me, Today’s Assignment: Room 0023. Knock first, Helen likes to answer the door. I raised my hand and tapped on the door.

Helen answered. She stood in front of me, smiling and smelling like apple cobbler. Not only was she the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but she had a certain life in her eyes that begged me to stick around and get acquainted.

“Hello,” she said warmly, “Come on in.”

I entered Room 0023 to find a small kitchen with a table just big enough for three. At the table sat a man wearing what appeared to be rec specs from outer space. He held his hands out in front of him like he was reading the newspaper, casually flipping through pages and occasionally stopping to glance an article up and down.

Helen motioned for me to sit, and immediately set down a cup of tea upon my obliging. The man looked up; his eyes were a little glazed over, as if he had either gotten too much sleep or none at all.

“Do you like my glasses?” he grinned.

I nodded and asked what they did. He proceeded to spend the next ten minutes explaining the science behind interactive virtual reality goggles. He told me about the world of options that he had in front of his fingertips, completely invisible to everyone else in the room. Helen moved around the kitchen, frequently grabbing my attention and pulling it away from the lecture. She had a certain grace to her movements; everything she did, she did with precision.

At the end of my lesson, I asked if I could try them on. He said no, because they were only in the prototype phase.

I finished my tea and Helen lightly touched my shoulder as she bent over to take it from me. We exchanged a look and my heart jumped. I looked at the man that this siren was so devoted to. I guess scientists do get all the girls.

He told me it was time to go, and to send The Professor “Dave’s Regards.” I left the room and went to the elevator, exiting Stevenson from the main lobby of the chemistry building. Back in my dorm, I quickly wrote an overview for The Professor about the possibilities of interactive virtual reality goggles. Right before I sent him the email, I saw he had already left a note in my mailbox. It was only one line long:
How did you like your first encounter with a robot? –The Professor

It took me a second to realize what had happened. A chill ran down my spine as reality sunk in; I might be in love with an android…


Science Fiction in Literature and Other Media

September 2, 2011 § Leave a comment

Our culture seems to have very different perceptions of science fiction and its fans that are based upon the medium within which it is presented. Reading science fiction novels and watching science fiction movies are treated as very different activities, and are responded to in very different ways. My family, a group of generally culturally-typical individuals without strong scientific backgrounds, is an excellent example of this interesting contradiction.

My parents, like many Americans, consider the Star Wars trilogy to be some of the greatest movies ever made, and my family enjoys watching popular science fiction movies such as Avatar. When I was a kid, we would all watch The X-Files together, eventually moving on to spend our Friday evenings watching Stargate: SG1. My mother and sister have read the Harry Potter series many times over, as have a large proportion of my friends. However, neither my family nor many of my friends have an interest in science fiction literature. In fact, they consider it “nerdy” and, to a lesser extent, “masculine.” What, exactly, makes magic, vampires, and Middle Earth more socially acceptable and feminine, and less nerdy, than space battles and futurism, and why is this distinction seemingly more pronounced in literature than in other media?

The answers to these questions are unclear. The masculinity of science fiction is undoubtedly related to the masculinity of science and technology in general; for example, men comprise a significantly greater proportion of scientists, engineers, and mathematicians than do women. Perhaps science fiction movies and television shows are perceived as less masculine and nerdy because they are created and marketed in order to appeal to the greatest number of people. A new book, after all, is not promoted to anywhere near the extent of a movie like Avatar. Or perhaps science fiction is more accessible for uninitiated or casual audiences when it is presented in a visual medium: certainly the visual aspects of exploring different worlds and outer space are part of the appeal of science fiction movies, and this effect may be diminished for some audiences when translated into literature. There are any number of possible answers to the question of why science fiction literature is less socially acceptable than science fiction in visual media, and I hope to further explore this topic through the course of the semester, both from sociological interest and to better understand my own experiences regarding my family.


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