….in which I try to explain the interconnectedness of Buffy, Radical Altruism and Attachment Theory. With mixed results.
My wife and I have conversations about how pop culture reflects our values. I think there is a large contingent of progressives who dismiss pop culture out of hand as toxic in all forms. We are not those people.
I actually get quite a lot out of pop culture. Like Buffy. Or SVU. Jill was talking about some crime drama she loves that I never saw, and she said “I love them because they are the kind of characters who, when there is danger, run toward it while everyone else is running away.
Growing up, if I could distill what I wanted to be as an adult in the world into one phrase, that would be it. I wanted to be the kind of adult who runs toward The Big Bad. But in a social-justice metaphoric-y way.
Which brings me back to Buffy. Buffy didn’t just run toward The Big Bad, she moved into its stomping ground, she bought real estate, she established a colony. If I had been born a generation later, Buffy would have been my role model. As it is, I had nuns.
Nuns model radical altruism. They place themselves into the places on earth where compassion and fairness and justice are least evident. And then they proceed to behave as though the Universe is ruled by justice, fairness and compassion. No matter the consequence. Even if it leads them to torture, imprisonment and death. Nuns don’t run toward the Big Bad, they calmly work around and inside it.
This explains the awkward mix of rage and pacifism in my character. Had I been a girlchild with access to the Buffyverse, I would most assuredly have a black belt today. Instead, I had The Sound of Music and Lives of the Saints. Long before I wanted to be Atticus Finch, I longed to be Catherine of Siena.
Once I got into law school, I struggled to remember how this person I wanted to be could operate inside the system. It had seemed clear when I started, but halfway through it all muddled. Attorneys don’t run toward danger, they descend after it has left the scene and attempt to assign blame and collect damages. At their best, attorneys are a social system’s accountability and it’s conscience. At their worst, they profit from misery and the doing of evil.
One day, we had speakers come into an ethics class, and they were from Circle of Security. By the time class was over, I was utterly convinced that I was in the wrong place. The road had diverged in the wood and I had taken the path more traveled. I blame hubris. I knew the system was A Big Bad. I guess I just thought I was going to change that.
The Circle of Security attachment theory goes something like this – children need to feel loved. If they don’t, they feel unsafe. If they feel unsafe, they grow up and seek safety in ways that, to the untrained eye, actually look more like seeking annihilation.
If this sounds wackadoo to you, I assume you had a loving childhood. And I am equal parts relieved for you and jealous. For me, it explained a lot. A whole lot.
I asked if Circle of Security could use a law school drop out with a background in Poli Sci and Women’s Studies, and strangely they said “Thank You, but no.” I had to go back and find my vocation. Where did I leave it last?
Parenting has always been my benchmark. Parenting changed me, parenting can change everyone. By extension, parenting can change everything. When I moved on from parenting as the central focus of my life, I got lost.
If you’d ever told me, even as I exited law school in the throes of existential crisis, that I would choose to work with addicts daily, I would have called you delusional. If you told me I would actually feel privileged and grateful to be allowed to do so, I would have gotten a little more cutting with my words.
My life has always been populated with addicts. Many of them died early and awfully. All of them broke my heart.
I now work with mothers who are addicted. Most of whom have been forced into treatment by CPS. Many of whom have abused or neglected their children, or failed to protect them from abuse and neglect.
I honestly believe being a mother can save them all.
Addiction and abuse have been The Big Bads in my life since forever. And I suppose I decided I could either try to build walls against them, pretend they didn’t exist, or I could gear up, put on my stompy shoes and walk right into the Hellmouth. Like a boss.