A lot of people, especially those who I wait on, ask me what I am studying in school. Given the nature of my jobs, this curiosity isn’t that surprising; it can be annoying, however, since the title of my major isn’t a very clear indicator of what I actually study or what I’m interested in. When I tell people that I’m a political science major, most of them automatically assume that I am deeply excited by the inner workings of the federal government and want to go work on some local senate campaign. To be polite, I usually give in to their desire to have a “chat about politics”, often biting my tongue when they express opinions rather contrary to my own (really, Minnesotans, do you have to think that abolishing the minimum wage will make life better?) 0. I feel compelled to do this a. because I work in the service industry and can’t spend too much time chatting with a few customers at the expense of others and b. because most people would not give a fuck about what I actually study and how I justify being in a major that mostly doesn’t interest me.
A lot of people who know me (and know of my interests in critical theory and philosophy) ask me “Then why be a political science major? Why not major in English? Why not philosophy?”. I couldn’t really give an honest answer to these questions for quite a while (I kept saying that it was due to convenience and the lack of actual required classes). This led to me exploring other majors like English and Religious Studies, mostly enrolling in classes that explored theory from those perspectives. These classes were mostly interesting; they often introduced me to different aspects of theorists or their writings that I had been previously exposed to in other courses.
It wasn’t until last semester, however, in a Modern Lit Crit class, that I finally realized why I am still a fucking political science major. This class, much to my delight, turned out to be a survey of the major theoretical movements since Hegel that went beyond their impact on the study of literature. Most of the class was spent reading excerpts from important figures (Derrida, Hegel, Freud etc…) and discussing their basic points and influence. To supplement our extensive readings on postmodernism, we read an essay by Habermas that (predictably) extolled us not to give up quite yet on the incomplete project of the Enlightenment. Most people in the class were absolutely puzzled as to why we were reading something that seemed so far removed from literary criticism 1; I was absolutely fascinated. This piece captivated me in a way that most of the rest of the class was unable to, not because I love Habermas (he’s great but misguidedly idealistic), but because it was theory that concerned itself with everyday life. That reading, and that class, helped me realize that what I love most is applied philosophy, thinking about people and their relationships to the world, each other, and themselves. 2
0. While bartending yesterday, I had a conversation with one of the regulars who claimed that if everyone just demanded to be paid just as much as they thought their work was worth, the economy would magically heal itself since there’d be no reason to pay people a certain minimum wage. (Because, shit, my work isn’t worth 7.25 an hour at all. I need to work harder and demand my true worth of infinity dollars a minute.) At least he left a 25% tip.
1. They, of course, were wrong. I blame this on the large number of people who become English majors because they like books but don’t like to read.
2. Yes, I know, philosophy isn’t about anything but people. However, its focus tends to be on the study of the individual person and the different physical and mental processes that make up the person rather than on the interactions of people with others. In a way, it’s on the opposite spectrum from most other political science that, as I mention later, usually examines the interaction between political societies.
3. I realize just how Marxist that sounds (wow, guys, let’s not just think, let’s change the world!), and I am still trying to reconcile this position with my intense love for such postmodern thinkers like Nietzsche and Derrida. Considering how long it’s taken me to figure why I do what I do, I’ll probably be dead before I fucking know what’s what.
