To Err is Human

One of the annoying things about the blogospheric conspiracy-mongering about Dick Cheney’s accidental shooting of Harry Whittington is that every inconsistency is being treated as an intentional lie or evidence of a cover-up. Some of the post-hoc spin was surely designed to mislead — as in Katharine Armstrong’s initial denial that there had been any alcohol on the hunt — but some of the inconsistencies also can, I think, be attributed to the fact that people make errors all the time for no reason at all except their human capacity for confusion.

For example:

* Whittington, in his brief remarks after being released from the hospital, described himself as having been shot on Friday, not Saturday.

* The police report describing Whittington’s injuries includes a drawing showing the injuries on the left side of his body, even though the accompanying written report describes them as being on the right side — which is where they in fact were.

So the police officer investigating the incident couldn’t tell left from right, and the man who was shot couldn’t correctly identify what day it happened. I suspect there were many other such genuine or structural errors in responding to the crisis, as well as the much-discussed judgment errors. For example, Cheney lost his chief of staff Scooter Libby, who had served him during his entire vice presidency, in late Octover 2005, after Libby was indicted. And in early February his chief spokesman and political strategist Steve Schmidt made the jump to Arnold Schwarzeneggar’s re-election campaign. Cheney, left with new chief of staff David Addington, who is reportedly even more-press averse than the vice president, made a judgement error based on some mix of his personal dislike of press attention and (probably) emotional confusion — but the real issue is that no one in the White House was in a position to over-rule him until his actions had sparked a national furor.

Indeed, a propensity toward error, disorganization, lack of leadership, and a weak chain of command have all been repeatedly documented as characteristic of the Bush administration’s response to crisis situations. The bi-partisan Congressional Hurricane Katrina report “A Failure of Initiative” slams the administration and government agencies for their “passivity.”

The thing is, good systems and strong institutions have mechanisms that catch and mitigate the impact of human errors, while weak institutions with laissez faire leaders fail to do so. Most men have weak characters and, when confronted with their errors, become defensive and angry and seek to cast blame elsewhere or lie. Strong insitutions don’t just punish errors — they catch them before they can do harm and fix them. Weak institutions always seek to punish someone (often not the actual culpable party) while failing to recognize the insitutional contribution to what went wrong — or rectify it.

Over time weak and passive leaders weaken insitutions and give human error and personal idiosyncracy unchecked room to flourish. That seems to be some of what’s been happening inside the Bush administration.

A matter of presentation

Are women cleaner than men? This question, subjected to a surprisingly extensive blog discussion last week, has elicited a wide range of anecdotes and claims by men that, in fact, women do more cleaning because they simply have higher standards of cleanliness. Says Ross Douthat at The American Scene:

at least some of the cleaning, folding, scrubbing and dusting that women do has very little to do with the presence, or absence, of men – and everything to do with the fact that women, as a general rule, like things to be cleaner than men. For instance, I am not the cleanest, most order-conscious person in the world. My desk at work is a wasteland of unfiled paper, scribbled post-its, forgotten notes, and heaped-up books. Nevertheless, since my freshman year of college I have lived with fifteen different male roommates, and only one of the fifteen has been more finicky about cleaning up than I am. (He was an incorrigible racist, incidentally – make of that what you will.) Which is to say that I’m pretty high up the ladder of male cleanliness . . . but my apartment looks like a guy’s apartment even so, and my bedroom like a guy’s bedroom – with stray socks and undusted floors and a hopeless lack of interior decoration. Whereas the single girls I know tend to have, well, female apartments – tidy, scrubbed, nicely-decorated, and so on. Why? Because that’s how they like to live. It’s a matter of choice, not male pressure: Women choose to clean because they like to be clean, and men choose not to because they often just don’t care.

Ross later adds that he thinks women are cleaner by nature, rather than social pressure from men:

my sense has always been that while the female culture of cleaning, like the female culture of beauty, may have begun as a way of attracting and pleasing men, it long ago passed into a realm of cleaning-for-its-own-sake that has very little to do with male expectations, let alone male oppression. So while my slovenly male friends may expect, based on their understanding of traditional gender roles, that their wives will keep a cleaner house than they keep themselves, they don’t expect the level of cleanliness that women tend to pursue – and if anything, they tend to be exasperated by their significant others’ zeal for domestic order.

I’m not so sure that this is the case. Let me offer a counter-example:

I once had a female roomate who was a complete pig. Her room was a wall-to-wall expanse of rumpled dirty clothing, mashed into the carpet along with random empty soda bottles, bowls dirty with the detritus of dried on Special K cereal, shoes, pens (usually exploded), papers, and briefing books. Her bathroom hadn’t been cleaned in years, by the looks of it, and when she finished a bottle of shampoo she just dumped it where it was, in the shower, so there were usually several bottles on the floor of her tub at any different time. (I had a different bathroom, fortunately.) The chaos was so overwhelming – even, apparently, to her – that at times she just bought new clothing instead of doing laundry (laundy, I might add, which she would invariably fail to sort by color or fabric type, shrinking whatever hadn’t shrunk in the wash by drying it on high for excessive periods)

And yet, she would, on occasion, still entertain. And when she did, she would prepare. Out would come the vaccum. Into the closet would go the clothes. The bed would be made. Pictures would be hung or arranged by the windows with care. Junk was stuffed into drawers. And so to any outside (male) observer dropping by, she would have appeared to be a normal, reasonably neat woman.

In truth, she was simply an extreme form of what many women are — secret pigs whose cleanliness is entirely socially mediated. It’s not that women clean only for men; it’s that they clean for public consumption. How women live and how they are observed to live are two very different questions, and it’s in the gap between the two that you find the most powerful social expectations.

The fact of the matter is that women, in their private lives, are much messier than they are often thought to be — especially by men. I know this from having female friends whose homes I have dropped by without prior planning. A super-styled contemporary apartment that is the pinnacle of urbane living may be marred by vast accumulations of papers during the week, which are swept and sorted into the trash before visitors arrive. Another may be so small that the living room functions, on more days than not, as a series of drying racks for sweaters and other garments that must be laid flat — sweaters rapidly stored before guests arrive. Yet another may disguise such routine disarray that mice roam freely in the dark of night with bohemian fabrics artfully thrown over damaged furnitute. The greatest difference between men and women is not just in how they chose to live, but in how much social pressure they feel to present themselves to the world as clean and orderly beings.

This gap — between the world of life as actually lived and the world of willed self-presentation in accomodation to social expectations – is among the most fascinating there is. And there are many such gaps in all our lives. All single people, for example, eat and cook food for themselves that they would never feed guests. The question is why women feel greater pressure than men to present their homes (and hence lifestyles) to the world as looking a certain way, even if they don’t, in actually, particularly care about how it is they live.

I think we all know the answer to that one.
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