Today Bobo laments the decline of the liberal arts major and the rise of the technology students, who are thinking pragmatically that getting a job might require having a skill set that might make them employable; such are the consequences of college during a Depression, one which Bobo helped to create through his advocacy of certain pernicious policies that transferred wealth from the bottom of the heap to the top (which you can learn about in the Liberal Arts colleges, by the way). Bobo wants students to learn analogies to help them to learn to think (like he does):
Studying the humanities will give you a wealth of analogies. People think by comparison — Iraq is either like Vietnam or Bosnia; your boss is like Narcissus or Solon. People who have a wealth of analogies in their minds can think more precisely than those with few analogies. If you go through college without reading Thucydides, Herodotus and Gibbon, you’ll have been cheated out of a great repertoire of comparisons.
And I suppose if your thinking is very shallow, you see Bobo’s point, and if you read Bobo for long you realize that indeed his thinking is that shallow.
But then he takes a big swig of sumpin’ Chimpy McStagger left in the Club House, and immediately, the wheels come off the bus:
Finally, and most importantly, studying the humanities helps you befriend The Big Shaggy.
Let me try to explain. Over the past century or so, people have built various systems to help them understand human behavior: economics, political science, game theory and evolutionary psychology. These systems are useful in many circumstances. But none completely explain behavior because deep down people have passions and drives that don’t lend themselves to systemic modeling. They have yearnings and fears that reside in an inner beast you could call The Big Shaggy.
Jeebus, Bobo is hallucinating and he sees Furries. Whatever. Anyway, the rest of his column is some sort of homage to a GOP version of Elwood P. Dowd and Harvey:
Few of us are hewers of wood. We navigate social environments. If you’re dumb about The Big Shaggy, you’ll probably get eaten by it.
Srsly, Dude, seek some help – use the NYTimes Employee Assistance councilor for psychiatric help or substance abuse. You are embarrassing yourself.