No, this is not a commentary on the country's current legislature... this is a reflection on last weekend's
42nd International Medieval conference at Kalamazoo! I presented a paper on publishing murder in Norse sagas... and I'm still shell-shocked at the reaction. Granted, I didn't change much about the paper from the time I did a dry-run in February to the day I presented in May, but I was unprepared for the criticism I received. You always dread the Q&A sessions, but in my experience, you usually get questions that you can either answer with "that's an interesting point... I'll consider that as I continue my research," or you get questions that focus on an area of your research that you actually had to cut out of the final paper. Either way, you can deal pretty well. Not this time. It was around the time when Walt Whitman, Santa Claus, and some guy from Cornell who was sitting in the corner started to argue against my points among themselves that I felt like I never wanted to do this again. My friends tell me that "they were arguing amongst each other; they weren't talking to you," but somehow this doesn't make it any better. After the Q&A was over, my advisor from my undergrad years came up to the table and said, "Great job, Ilse, but you know the next layer has to be linguistic." Now, I love this woman, but at that point in the day, I was just a bit too shaken to take anymore criticism. What I needed was to be wrapped in a warm blanket of unconditional acceptance and congratulations from my friends, and then to be given an Appletini. Love and booze, people... that's all that's necessary.
Blah. So that was little-to-no fun. However, I did get to see my friends from York, which made the experience worth it. And of course, the Saturday night dance (think of a wedding reception and bar mitzvah smashed together. Now populate it with medievalists who have one night a year in which to get funky) is worth the requisite stress of presenting a paper. And one week later, I'm still alive... not cowering in my bedroom, rocking back and forth. I'm saving that for next year.