Author: Jeffrey McMahon

The Aesthetic Pharmaceutical Complex (a College Essay Prompt)
Write a 1,700-word argumentative essay that evaluates this claim: GLP-1 weight-loss drugs (e.g., Ozempic/Wegovy) offer a Faustian bargain–they blunt appetite and deliver rapid results, but at significant cultural, moral, and social costs. Examine whether these drugs simply cure an individual problem or whether they reshape appetite, pleasure, gender and marital dynamics, class inequality, body aesthetics, and personal agency in ways that should alarm us.

Use Rebecca Johns (“A Diet Writer’s Regrets”), Johann Hari (“A Year on Ozempic…”), Harriet Brown (“The Weight of the Evidence”), Sandra Aamodt (“Why You Can’t Lose Weight on a Diet”), and at least two additional reputable sources of your choice. Address both sides: acknowledge the medical benefits (for diabetes, metabolic disease, disability reduction) while testing the claim that GLP-1s amount to a societal deal with the devil — trading desire, culinary culture, and autonomy for narrow aesthetic and market outcomes.

Be sure to define terms (e.g., “Faustian bargain,” “GLP-1 drugs,” “body aesthetics”), offer evidence, and include a clear counterargument and rebuttal.

Five Sample Thesis Statements (with mapping components)
1. Thesis 1
  GLP-1 drugs are a Faustian bargain: they deliver rapid weight loss and metabolic benefit, but they also erode culinary pleasure, exacerbate social inequality, and replace disciplined habits with pharmaceutical dependence.
- Mapping: (1) immediate medical and psychological benefits, (2) cultural costs to food and pleasure, (3) social/economic consequences and dependence.
1. Thesis 2
  While GLP-1 medications can rescue lives in a clinical sense, their mainstreaming industrializes thinness—privileging aesthetics over health, amplifying economic divides, and outsourcing self-control to corporations and prescribers.
- Mapping: (1) clinical life-saving benefits, (2) commercialization of body aesthetics, (3) economic and ethical fallout.
1. Thesis 3
  GLP-1 drugs pose an ethical dilemma: they promise to erase cravings and curb addiction, but in doing so they risk flattening human desire, unsettling intimate relationships, and converting a public-health problem into a luxury aesthetic market.
- Mapping: (1) pharmacological suppression of appetite, (2) impact on relationships and social life, (3) marketization and inequality.
1. Thesis 4
  The rise of GLP-1s reframes weight management from moral failing to medicalized consumerism—undeniable benefits for some masked by troubling costs: cultural loss, shifting marital dynamics, and a dangerous dependence on biotech fixes.
- Mapping: (1) medical reframing of obesity, (2) cultural and interpersonal costs, (3) risks of technological dependence.
1. Thesis 5
  GLP-1 drugs give individuals the power to silence hunger, but that power comes tethered to troubling social outcomes: it amplifies privilege, intensifies pressure for aesthetic conformity, and weakens the role of habit and self-discipline in healthy living.
- Mapping: (1) appetite suppression and individual gains, (2) exacerbation of aesthetic and class pressure, (3) erosion of habit-based agency.
Counterargument (fair, strong):
Proponents of GLP-1 drugs argue that calling them a “Faustian bargain” ignores the very real medical and social benefits these medications deliver. For many patients—especially those with type 2 diabetes, obesity-related hypertension, or mobility-limiting weight—GLP-1s reduce blood sugar, lower cardiovascular risk, and unlock functional gains that years of dieting could not. Early reports also show improvements in mood, self-efficacy, and social participation: when chronic hunger is quieted, people can exercise more, sleep better, and engage with life instead of being consumed by food preoccupation. From this perspective, the drugs restore agency rather than remove it; they are tools that expand options for people trapped by biology, food environments, and limited access to behavioral medicine. To label them morally corrosive risks stigmatizing patients who finally find relief.

Rebuttal:
That claim deserves respect—but it doesn’t dissolve the deeper social harms that mainstreaming GLP-1s threatens to produce. Medicine can relieve individual suffering while simultaneously reshaping culture in ways that reward aesthetic conformity and widen inequality: when a pharmaceutical becomes the fastest route to thinness, weight status shifts further from a health metric to a marketable badge of status, attainable first by those with money, time, and prescriber access. The drugs also substitute biochemical fixes for social solutions—affordable nutritious food, safer neighborhoods for exercise, workplace protections—that address root causes of metabolic disease; this medicalization risks absolving policymakers and corporations of responsibility. Finally, the long-term psychosocial costs are real: appetite suppression can blunt pleasure and disrupt food’s role as social glue, and couples who diverge in access to these drugs face novel tensions over desirability, divided resources, and identity. In short, GLP-1s can be miracles for patients; they can also be catalysts for cultural and economic shifts that deserve critical scrutiny before we call the bargain a fair trade.
September 21, 2025
Expiration Date, Please Hold

I have been lifting longer than most marriages last. My barbell education began in 1974 at Earl Warren Junior High, when the world still smelled of gym chalk and cheap cologne. By twelve I was worshipping squats, chasing pec pumps, and counting out 200 grams of protein like it was scripture. Weightlifting wasn’t a hobby; it was a program for staying human in a chaotic world. Say what you will–and I will–but lifting saved me. Plain fact.

Being a lifter has been a suite of advantages: I look younger than my driver’s license suggests, my muscular frame reads as backup insurance against chronic illnesses and wayward surgeons, and I can still train with a teenager’s ferocity. There is a chemical grace to it–the endorphin blast after a set that feels like a small, private resurrection. I am, frankly and proudly, a workout addict.

But let’s not romanticize. Every addiction has its dark shadow. There will come a winter–perhaps in my eighties–when my body will send a clear memo: enough. The garage kettlebells I currently haul like battle standards will be too heavy, the Turkish Get-Up will turn into a consult with gravity. That prospect terrifies me because the kettlebell isn’t just steel and handle; it is a throttle on my will to live.

We are all animated by different things. For me it is sweat, breath, the rattle of plates. For my old beloved Finnish Spitz, Gretchen, the decline arrived as a refusal of walks and food. When desire dies, everything else follows. So long as I rise hungry and ache for a workout, I count myself unexpired. When hunger and will fade, I suspect I’ll understand what Gretchen taught me without lectures, philosophy, or think pieces about aging in The Atlantic: the stopwatch of life has clicked.

Am I foolish to have stapled my life to a routine of kettlebells and protein scoops? Have I mistaken the ritual for immortality? Maybe. Maybe I should cultivate other anchors–friends who aren’t gym bros, projects that don’t require a heart rate monitor. Or maybe I did the right thing: built a life that keeps me moving, thinking, and sufficiently irritable to remain alive.

I don’t have the script for what comes after the iron thins. I’ve got the stubbornness to keep trying. If anyone’s got a convincing new plot, I’ll listen. Preferably between sets.

September 21, 2025
The Camera, the Angel, and the Mantra

Last night I dreamed I was drifting up the coast with my twin daughters, sermonizing like a broken record: There is a physical world and there is a spiritual world. I said it so often I sounded like a street preacher who’d lost his pamphlets but kept his conviction.

We stopped at a retreat, the entrance nothing more than a ladder plunging into a meadow. Down we went, rung by rung, my mantra trailing after us like incense: physical and spiritual, spiritual and physical.

In the meadow stood an angelic blonde, late teens, all halo and camera gear, fiddling with a tripod as if she were about to capture the resurrection. Beside her was her younger brother, a sweet kid who instantly bonded with my daughters—proof that love doesn’t check the itinerary before showing up.

I told the angelic sister this was an inconvenient day for romance, since we were traveling north to find the rest of our family. Still, watching affection bloom like an invasive weed, I conceded we might linger a little longer. My daughters, I suggested, could teach her brother the finer points of philosophy, relationships, and all the grand illusions we adults mistake for wisdom. She nodded, grateful, and asked where we were headed. I repeated: north, always north.

Her camera squatted in the grass, looking familiar—something from an earlier chapter of the dream, mediocre at best. I bit my tongue rather than insult her equipment, repeating inwardly my refrain: The world is both physical and spiritual.

Meanwhile, my daughters and the boy turned the ladder into a playground, climbing and descending until their thighs grew visibly muscular—an anatomical exclamation point underscoring my point. The body is flesh, the soul is fire, and the dream was happy to remind me of both.

September 21, 2025
The Death Car Dilemma: How One Man Escaped the Camry-Accord Abyss

At nearly 64, with four decades of college writing instruction corroding his patience, Aiken Riddle found himself drowning in self-disgust. His life, once measured in lectures and essays, had shrunk to a tormenting question: Camry or Accord? He obsessed over the choice as though he were deciding between Catholicism and Presbyterianism, his eternal soul dangling in the balance. The absurdity wasn’t lost on him. He had genuine problems—blood markers creeping north, a torn rotator cuff ruining kettlebell workouts, rooms that needed paint, twin daughters who needed driver training, retirement forms stacked like gravestones, and joint bank accounts to secure before death turned his finances into a probate nightmare for his younger wife. Yet he couldn’t stop watching the YouTube videos and Reddit pages comparing the new Camry and Accord.

He vacillated like a madman.

One day while driving to his twins’ high school to pick them up, he would see an Accord and would say to himself with a sigh, “Ah, the Accord EX-L in Canyon River Blue. A very peaceful color. Not a bad car to die in.” Then another voice would say, “It’s a car, not a coffin, dummy!” Then he’d retort: “But this will be the last car I ever buy. Surely, it is my Death Car.” Upon which he’d rebuke himself, “God, you’re morbid! How can I live with you? Get away from me!”

Then the next day while picking up his girls from their school, he’d see a Camry SE in Heavy Metal and would say, “Ah, the Camry seems to be made for that color. Everything fits perfectly. Plus for under thirty-three K, I’m getting a taste of Lexus.” Upon which his other self would say, “At least you’re not talking about death. That’s an improvement.” Then he would say, “But the Accord is a quieter ride. I need quiet. Plus, the Accord dealership is walking distance away. I can drop off the Accord and walk home. That tips the advantage to Accord. But, wait, people are saying that the new Accord body style looks like an old Ford Taurus. Can I live with such ridicule?”

Over the ensuing days, he would go back and forth. It reached the point that his wife could tell by his body language that he was about to talk about his Camry-Accord dilemma and she would interrupt him even before he opened his mouth: “Stop right there, buster! I don’t want to hear it. Just make your damn decision!”

So he was alone in his torment.

One day he woke up and said he didn’t need a car. He calculated that for the last decade he had only driven three thousand miles a year. That hardly merited getting himself a new car. The decision was final: His daughters would take the old Accord and he’d give the newer one to his wife. He would simply borrow their cars when he needed them.

The decision was genius. He would not be less obliged to drive when he felt his driving skills had compromised over the last decade. He was by nature a recluse. His decision to not buy a car helped his cause. Why spend forty thousand dollars so I can behold a rarely-driven car in my garage before returning to the living room to play the piano or watch Netflix?

He learned that sometimes a decision is not either/or. There is sometimes another option, and not getting anything can be the best one of all.

September 20, 2025
Florida Fever Dreams and Katrina Floodwaters: Future Writing Prompts I Can’t Quit

I work obsessively hard to develop essay prompts for my college students. When they prove effective and resonate with the students, I am gratified beyond words and will keep the prompt for perhaps too long. I have an assignment about a diet writer Rebecca Johns who in her essay “A Diet Writer’s Regrets” explores the irony and misery of gaining weight while dispensing weight-loss tips in her women’s magazine articles. Her inability to execute her own advice becomes an opportunity for my students to explore the notion of free will when it comes to weight management, especially now that GLP-1 drugs are proving that dependence on technology can be so much more reliable than aspirations toward self-agency. The students’ essays over the last four semesters have been truly engaging, revealing either their own weight-management torment or a friend or family member’s.

One problem, though, with an essay prompt is that as it gets used semester after semester some of the essay components, such as the counterargument-rebuttal section, start looking the same. I suspect the previously written essays become in some form or other available to the new batch of students, and for this reason, I think even the best essay prompts have a limited shelf life.

Another challenge with creating essay prompts is that you don’t really know how they will land with the students until you actually try it out. For example, I was very enthusiastic about my freshman composition class’s first assignment in which they write about the crisis of young men who lack a sense of belonging and purpose and how in their vulnerable state they become vulnerable to the deceptions, manipulations, and false claims of bro influencers. We studied the Liver King who is said to have made over a hundred million dollars and in his caveman cosplay, he was simply too ridiculous and grotesque for my students–all athletes–to take him seriously. He proved so absurd that whatever gravitas I was trying to squeeze out of the assignment just felt like a joke. While millions of men followed their organ-eating cult leader, my athletes were not impressed, and I felt that my essay prompt suffered for it. As a result, I doubt I’ll do that one again.

Looking ahead, I’m thinking of Florida as less of a physical place and more of a mental fever swamp where I can explore the notion of freedom in its immature and mature incarnations. The TV comedy series It’s Florida, Man and the documentary Some Kind of Heaven about a hedonistic senior citizen home could be an effective exploration of the perils of perpetual adolescence. To avoid making the essay prompt nihilistic, I am leaning toward a contrast essay in which the students explore a more healthy kind of freedom as Cal Newport advocates in his message of “deep work”–the idea that focused work is essential to flourishing and self-fulfillment.

Another topic that possesses me is Hurricane Katrina, the idea that a natural disaster was made into a man-made catastrophe through neglect and reckless disregard for the people of New Orleans. This ignominious chapter in American history is a powerful window into red-lining, government corruption, and media misinformation. The riveting documentaries Hurricane Katrina: Race Against Time (Hulu) and Katrina: Come Hell and High Water (Netflix) convince me that I will be exploring Hurricane Katrina next semester.

My challenge with Katrina is making sure the story doesn’t collapse into pure tragedy. To balance the devastation, I need to highlight the unique culture of New Orleans—the joy, the tight-knit families, the music, food, and resilience that define the city. The message I want to leave students with is that, despite catastrophe, New Orleans has a distinctive soul that continues to draw the world to its city.

I suspect even after I retire in less than two years I will still sniff out writing prompts. Coming up with essay prompts is my addiction, and this addiction isn’t going away anytime soon.

September 20, 2025
The Carton of Milk Expiration Date on Your $3,000 Smart TV

Today to make room for a brand new LG OLED TV, we played a round of Musical TVs, the sad cousin of Musical Chairs, where everyone gets a screen but no one gets a perfect fit. The ten-year-old, 43-inch LG—now equipped with a trusty Roku brain—was dragged into the limbo-like office while my daughter debates whether it’s worth sacrificing square footage in her already modest quarters. The 50-inch Samsung, a QLED that once lorded over the living room, now teeters on another daughter’s dresser, swallowing what little space she had left for, say, books. I myself dragged the other Samsung—a year-old 50-incher—into the primary bedroom, wedging it precariously above the dresser like a luminous monolith threatening to tip over in the night.

Here’s the irony: both Samsungs, with their decent QLED panels, are sluggish as elderly donkeys thanks to endless software updates. The new champ in the living room, a sleek 55-inch LG OLED with all the bells, whistles, and marketing superlatives, purrs along just fine and the interface moves at lightning speed.

The oldest and smallest of the TVs, the 43-inch LG, weighs more than both Samsungs combined. It radiates old-school build quality, but if I mounted it on the wall, the drywall would come crashing down in an avalanche that would obliterate my family mid–Netflix binge.

What important lesson have I learned? These so-called “smart TVs” are dumb as dirt. You spend $700 to $3,000, and in a few years the software updates strangle the hardware until it wheezes. The fix is cheap and almost comically obvious: don’t throw the TV out—give it a new brain. A Roku or Apple TV box, a mere $100 to $150, resurrects the panel for another decade. A carton of milk lasts longer than a smart TV OS, but a $99 box of plastic keeps the pixels glowing.

September 19, 2025
Adolescent Vs. Adult Freedom: College Essay Prompt
Introduction

I find myself embarrassingly smitten with It’s Florida, Man on HBO Max, a six-episode documentary romp that most critics dismiss with a shrug. The Hollywood Reporter’s Daniel Fienberg summed it up with clinical indifference: “The premise is very straightforward. Each half-hour recounts a real-life mishap of the kind that helped Florida develop its national reputation as a meme in state form . . .”

Fienberg is right about the meme, but he undersells the spectacle. Florida isn’t just weird—it’s a hallucinatory soup pot where the heat never turns down. A bubbling Bouillabaisse of runaways, con artists, half-baked dreamers, and humidity-pickled misfits; the broth gets richer, stranger, and more intoxicating by the hour. Novelists like Carl Hiaasen dip their ladles in and remind us with glee: “You couldn’t write this if you tried.” Comedian Marc Maron, who has roamed the continental madhouse, concurs: there is no asylum wing quite as deranged as the Sunshine State.

The final episode, “Mugshot,” is my favorite. A wanted man from Pensacola turns into a social-media celebrity after his mugshot detonates across Instagram. The local police, suddenly auditioning for daytime television, turn their manhunt into a Jerry Springer-style circus, complete with suspect-shaming and moral squalor masquerading as civic duty. You couldn’t script it unless you were drunk, desperate, and willing to risk being fired by HBO for turning in satire disguised as reportage.

As a college writing instructor, I confess I watch shows like this with an ulterior motive: I’m always looking for essay prompts hidden in the wreckage. It’s Florida, Man practically delivers one to my desk, gift-wrapped in neon: “Freedom and its Discontents.” Not the noble kind of freedom—what philosophers used to call “freedom for”—where self-discipline leads to self-agency, flourishing, and mastery, the Cal Newport variety of cultivated freedom. No, Florida, Man wallows in the basement: “freedom from.” Freedom from the Id, from restraint, from consequence, from sobriety. It’s Pleasure Island on a peninsula, and the longer you stay the faster your ears sprout into donkey ears, your voice degenerates into animal brays, and your dreams curdle into swamp gas.

It’s Florida, Man isn’t just entertainment. It’s anthropology of the grotesque, a front-row ticket to America’s most unruly carnival, where freedom is mistaken for license and the monsters are very much real.

With the background and this assignment’s origin story out of the way, let’s get to the writing prompt.

The Assignment

In a 1,700-word essay, your task is to address the following claim: Cal Newport’s notion of “deep work” is an argument for adult freedom, which results in self-agency, happiness, and flourishing while It’s Florida, Man is a rebuke of adolescent freedom, showing the personal disintegration that results from living in a tropical fever dream where the unbridled Id reigns supreme.

Important Concepts to Understand for Your Essay:

Adult Freedom in the Context of Deep Work

In Deep Work, Cal Newport frames adult freedom as the disciplined ability to direct one’s attention toward meaningful, cognitively demanding tasks. For Newport, freedom isn’t the absence of restraint but the mastery of it: the deliberate cultivation of focus, the rejection of digital noise, and the channeling of energy into work that produces lasting value. This definition of freedom requires self-command, delayed gratification, and an acceptance that the mind must sometimes be trained against its immediate impulses. Adult freedom, then, is paradoxical: by constraining distraction and choosing rigor, one becomes more autonomous, more capable of shaping a life of purpose rather than drifting along on cultural currents.

This vision stands in stark contrast to adolescent freedom, which is defined less by self-mastery than by the intoxication of doing whatever one pleases. It is the “freedom from” rather than “freedom for”: a pursuit of unbounded indulgence, of perpetual novelty, of a life with no guardrails. Adolescent freedom mistakes rebellion and impulse for liberation, when in reality it often leads to dependence, mediocrity, or even self-destruction. Where Newport’s adult freedom grows out of discipline and results in greater agency, adolescent freedom resists boundaries altogether, mistaking chaos for autonomy and mistaking license for liberation.

Adolescent Freedom in the Context of It’s Florida, Man.

The HBO series It’s Florida, Man is essentially a case study in adolescent freedom run amok. Each episode parades a cast of misfits whose choices reflect “freedom from” responsibility rather than “freedom for” growth or virtue. Characters pursue impulse, chaos, and notoriety as if these were badges of independence. In one episode, a fugitive becomes a minor celebrity when his mugshot goes viral, and the spectacle escalates into a carnival of bad decisions—police exploiting fame, communities laughing at ruin, and the fugitive himself reveling in his fifteen minutes. This is adolescent freedom in its rawest form: the unchecked Id let loose in the swamps, mistaking recklessness for liberation.

Adult freedom, by contrast, would require self-command, reflection, and purposeful direction—the very qualities absent in the fever dream of It’s Florida, Man. Where adult freedom cultivates discipline to expand genuine autonomy, adolescent freedom collapses into spectacle, chaos, and eventual self-destruction. The show becomes a cautionary tale: when freedom is stripped of responsibility, it ceases to empower and instead devours, leaving its practitioners transformed into caricatures or, in Newport’s terms, “donkeys on Pleasure Island.” By staging these spectacles, HBO doesn’t just entertain—it inadvertently dramatizes the gulf between the hollow thrill of adolescent license and the deeper, harder-won autonomy of adult freedom.

Required Sources for Your Essay

To support your essay, you will use the following:
1. At least 3 episodes from It’s Florida, Man.
2. Cal Newport’s YouTube video: “Core Idea: Deep Work”
3. Escaping Ordinary (B.C. Marx) YouTube video: “How to Build a Brain That Doesn’t Get Distracted.”
4. Huberman Lab Clips YouTube video: “Avoiding Distractions & Doing Deep Work.”
Prescribed Outline for Your Essay

Paragraphs 1 and 2: Profile people you know who embody adolescent and adult freedom with vivid details. Each paragraph should be about 300 words.

Paragraph 3, your thesis: Address the following claim: Cal Newport’s notion of “deep work” is an argument for adult freedom, which results in self-agency, happiness, and flourishing while It’s Florida, Man is a rebuke of adolescent freedom, showing the personal disintegration that results from living in a tropical fever dream where the unbridled Id reigns supreme.

Paragraphs 4-6: Analyze adolescent freedom by breaking it down into 3 major characteristics with salient examples.

Paragraphs 7-9: Analyze adult freedom by breaking it down into 3 major characteristics with salient examples.

Paragraph 10: Write a powerful conclusion that underscores that it is urgent to understand the difference between adolescent and adult freedom.

Sample Thesis Statements with Mapping Components

1. Straightforward, Clear Thesis
Cal Newport’s Deep Work defines adult freedom as the disciplined ability to channel one’s attention toward meaningful work, while It’s Florida, Man dramatizes the collapse of adolescent freedom into chaos. Adult freedom is marked by discipline, purpose, and flourishing, while adolescent freedom is characterized by impulsiveness, spectacle, and eventual self-destruction.

Mapping components:
1. Adolescent freedom, as shown in It’s Florida, Man, is impulsive and reckless.
2. Adolescent freedom thrives on spectacle and fleeting notoriety.
3. Adolescent freedom often ends in self-destruction rather than liberation.
4. Adult freedom, as defined in Deep Work, begins with self-discipline.
5. Adult freedom aims toward meaningful purpose rather than distraction.
6. Adult freedom results in flourishing and autonomy.
2. Analytical & Nuanced Thesis
While adolescent freedom promises limitless possibilities, It’s Florida, Man shows it devolving into chaos and dehumanization. In contrast, Cal Newport’s Deep Work frames adult freedom as a paradox: by imposing constraints on distraction, individuals gain the autonomy to flourish. The contrast between these two models reveals that true freedom lies not in the absence of rules but in the deliberate embrace of structure.

Mapping components:
1. Adolescent freedom rejects boundaries, mistaking chaos for autonomy.
2. Adolescent freedom feeds on distraction, notoriety, and spectacle.
3. Adolescent freedom leaves individuals diminished rather than empowered.
4. Adult freedom requires disciplined focus and deliberate boundaries.
5. Adult freedom transforms attention into purpose and meaning.
6. Adult freedom produces self-agency and long-term flourishing.
3. Provocative Thesis (for stronger student voices)
It’s Florida, Man is more than cheap entertainment—it is a grotesque anthropology of what happens when adolescent freedom dominates: people mistake license for liberty and collapse into parody versions of themselves. Cal Newport’s Deep Work, however, insists that adult freedom emerges only through focus and discipline. Together, these texts reveal that our culture must choose between two freedoms: adolescent chaos that consumes us, or adult discipline that liberates us.

Mapping components:
1. Adolescent freedom exalts the Id: reckless pleasure, chaos, and notoriety.
2. Adolescent freedom mistakes rebellion for liberation but breeds collapse.
3. Adolescent freedom, when unchecked, dehumanizes individuals.
4. Adult freedom demands restraint and cultivated attention.
5. Adult freedom transforms constraint into autonomy and purpose.
6. Adult freedom builds lasting agency and flourishing.
September 19, 2025
Pleasure Island with Humidity: My Obsession with It’s Florida, Man

I find myself embarrassingly smitten with It’s Florida, Man on HBO Max, a six-episode documentary romp that most critics dismiss with a shrug. The Hollywood Reporter’s Daniel Fienberg summed it up with clinical indifference: “The premise is very straightforward. Each half-hour recounts a real-life mishap of the kind that helped Florida develop its national reputation as a meme in state form . . .”

Fienberg is right about the meme, but he undersells the spectacle. Florida isn’t just weird—it’s a hallucinatory soup pot where the heat never turns down. A bubbling Bouillabaisse of runaways, con artists, half-baked dreamers, and humidity-pickled misfits; the broth gets richer, stranger, and more intoxicating by the hour. Novelists like Carl Hiaasen dip their ladles in and remind us with glee: “You couldn’t write this if you tried.” Comedian Marc Maron, who has roamed the continental madhouse, concurs: there is no asylum wing quite as deranged as the Sunshine State.

The final episode, “Mugshot,” is my favorite. A wanted man from Pensacola turns into a social-media celebrity after his mugshot detonates across Instagram. The local police, suddenly auditioning for daytime television, turn their manhunt into a Jerry Springer-style circus, complete with suspect-shaming and moral squalor masquerading as civic duty. You couldn’t script it unless you were drunk, desperate, and willing to risk being fired by HBO for turning in satire disguised as reportage.

As a college writing instructor, I confess I watch shows like this with an ulterior motive: I’m always looking for essay prompts hidden in the wreckage. It’s Florida, Man practically delivers one to my desk, gift-wrapped in neon: “Freedom and its Discontents.” Not the noble kind of freedom—what philosophers used to call “freedom for”—where self-discipline leads to self-agency, flourishing, and mastery, the Cal Newport variety of cultivated freedom. No, Florida, Man wallows in the basement: “freedom from.” Freedom from the Id, from restraint, from consequence, from sobriety. It’s Pleasure Island on a peninsula, and the longer you stay the faster your ears sprout into donkey ears, your voice degenerates into animal brays, and your dreams curdle into swamp gas.

It’s Florida, Man isn’t just entertainment. It’s anthropology of the grotesque, a front-row ticket to America’s most unruly carnival, where freedom is mistaken for license and the monsters are very much real.

September 19, 2025
On Watches, Aging, and Invisibility

Today I strapped on my Seiko Tuna diver, a hulking slab of steel that announces itself the moment you walk into a room. I don’t exactly want the attention, but let’s be honest: the watch is a radar blip that keeps me from fading into the wallpaper, just another suburban relic limping through the final trimester of existence.

This fear of invisibility gnawed at me after my cousin Pete’s 75th birthday party in Studio City. His brother-in-law Jim, a retired ophthalmologist at 77, leaned in and muttered, “The worst part of aging is people stop seeing you.” Those words have been rattling around in my skull ever since. Old age, it seems, is less about wisdom and more about turning into a frayed recliner everyone resents but no one wants to haul to the curb.

I’ll be 64 soon, and I know the rules: Father Time has a master plan, and it doesn’t include my vanity. Sure, you can still play piano with arthritic fingers, hike with a knee brace and a back girdle, and keep a smartwatch ready to call in helicopter rescue if you tumble into a viper-filled canyon. But invisibility is baked into the contract. You can fight it with kale salads and kettlebells, but in the end, your processor slows, your refresh rate lags, and the world swipes past you at 5G speed.

Take the Samsung QLED my wife bought at Sam’s Club in 2021. Four years later, the picture is fine, but the processor is a fossil. Menus freeze, apps take two minutes to load, and the whole thing wheezes like a Pentium II running Windows 11. Samsung cheaped out on the chip, and now I’m stuck with a dinosaur. My solution? Upgrade to an LG OLED, not because I need perfect pixels, but because I want a TV with an AI 4K processor that doesn’t choke when I click Netflix. The irony isn’t lost on me: I’m furious at Samsung for selling me a laggy processor, yet here I am, trudging through life as a laggy processor. My younger colleagues adapt to new tech in a snap; I freeze and buffer. I’m a Boomer Samsung in a Gen Z OLED world.

Nature is no kinder than tech. Watch the documentaries: Scar the lion rules the pride until Skip, the younger challenger, finally takes him down. Scar hobbles into the brush, invisible, forgotten, licking his wounds. That’s the arc. You don’t argue with it; you acknowledge it, maybe laugh about it, then go buy a $50 German Chocolate Cake at Torrance Bakery and eat the whole delicious thing. Because if invisibility is inevitable, you might as well go out with frosting on your face.

September 18, 2025
College Essay Prompt: Hurricane Katrina—Man-Made Catastrophe
The story of Hurricane Katrina is not simply one of wind and water but of betrayal. The documentaries Hurricane Katrina: Race Against Time (Hulu) and Katrina: Come Hell and High Water (Netflix), along with Clint Smith’s essay “Twenty Years After the Storm” and Nicholas Lemann’s “Why Hurricane Katrina Was Not a Natural Disaster,” confront us with a grim truth: New Orleans, a city celebrated for its culture, music, and resilience, was devastated less by the storm itself than by the nation’s failure to protect its people.

Through the voices of survivors, these works expose what might be called a fourfold sin: decades of red-lining that left poor Black neighborhoods especially vulnerable; government neglect that failed to strengthen levees or prepare for disaster; abandonment in the crucial days after the storm, when aid was sluggish and chaotic; and media defamation that painted survivors as looters rather than victims. Together, they suggest that Katrina was not just a natural disaster but a man-made catastrophe rooted in systemic racism, incompetence, and indifference.

In a 1,700-word argumentative essay, take a clear position on the claim that Hurricane Katrina was less an act of nature than an act of national negligence. Your essay should:
- Analyze how the films and essays portray the failures of government and institutions.
- Consider how systemic issues (race, class, geography, and policy) compounded the disaster.
- Explore how family, community, and cultural identity offered resilience when systems failed.
- Use evidence from both documentaries and essays to develop your argument.
Your goal is not just to summarize these sources but to engage critically with them, asking: What does it mean when a city is abandoned by its own country? What lessons does this catastrophe offer us about justice, resilience, and human dignity in the face of systemic failure?

Sample Outline for Katrina Essay

Thesis Statement:
Hurricane Katrina was less a natural disaster than a man-made catastrophe, as decades of red-lining, government neglect, abandonment during the crisis, and media defamation amplified the storm’s destruction—yet amidst betrayal, the people of New Orleans revealed a code of resilience rooted in family, community, and cultural identity.

Introduction (Paragraph 1)
- Hook: vivid image of Katrina’s aftermath (rooftops, floodwaters, stranded families).
- Background: films (Race Against Time, Come Hell and High Water) + essays (Clint Smith, Nicholas Lemann).
- Transition: disaster reframed not as “natural” but as systemic failure.
- Thesis (above).
Body Paragraphs

2. Historical Red-Lining and Vulnerability
- Show how discriminatory housing policies left Black neighborhoods in flood-prone areas.
- Use evidence from Lemann to explain how structural racism predetermined who would suffer most.
3. Government Neglect Before the Storm
- Weak levee systems and ignored warnings.
- Films highlight repeated calls for reform that were dismissed.
- Argue this negligence magnified the hurricane’s impact.
4. Abandonment in the Storm’s Aftermath
- FEMA’s failures and delayed military response.
- Smith’s essay on families stranded without aid.
- Link to systemic indifference toward vulnerable populations.
5. Media Defamation and Public Perception
- “Looters vs. survivors” narrative.
- Racialized framing of desperation as criminality.
- Analyze how defamation deepened the betrayal of victims.
6. Katrina as Man-Made Catastrophe
- Synthesize the “fourfold sin” into a coherent argument.
- Emphasize how the storm was natural, but the disaster was political and systemic.
7. Bonds of Family as Survival
- Use Smith’s depictions of kinship.
- Highlight family loyalty as a lifeboat of resilience.
8. Community as Improvised Solidarity
- Neighbors rescuing neighbors, churches as sanctuaries.
- Films show grassroots resilience when official systems failed.
9. Cultural Identity and Resilience
- New Orleans’ unique culture—music, food, community pride—helped people endure.
- Argue that culture is not superficial but a survival mechanism.
10. Lessons for Justice and Human Dignity
- What Katrina reveals about systemic racism, governmental accountability, and disaster response.
- Extend argument: resilience is inspiring, but betrayal should never be normalized.
Conclusion (Paragraph 11)
- Restate thesis in fresh language.
- Reflect on the paradox: beauty of resilience vs. shame of abandonment.
- End with a call to remember New Orleans not as a drowned city but as proof of what solidarity and dignity look like when systems collapse.
September 17, 2025