It's what friends are for Billy Beck, having returned from directing stage lighting operations for performances in Singapore and Jakarta, caught my entry on Culturism. He gets it, agrees with the essence, but pounces right down on an error, just like any good friend would. It was just over four years ago when I came up with that term. At the time, I was enamored with the inflammatory potential of it. Still am. Nothing teaches like showing someone how ignorant and/or stupid they really are when they hold wrongly some position with "certainty." Of course, what I'm talking about is how culturism is somewhat analogous to racism. Someone unable to make critical distinctions will immediately equate the two. They'd be wrong, and I'll have a chance to point out how sloppy their thinking is. Quite nice & tidy, eh? Anyway, I never really got around to formulating the thing, and then when I read that column by Sowell and wanted to blog it, I thought it might be time to put some thought into what I mean by "culturism." But then, afterward, when I read over it a couple of times, I became increasingly dissatisfied--primarily because no individual should be...