So I recently had a debate with my girlfriend. I forget exactly what we were talking about, but it led her to say, "I hate science."
Hate science? Hate the subject that undergirds our technological progress? The subject that saves so many lives? The subject that makes sense of the observable phenomena of the universe? I don't understand how anyone can hate any one subject in itself, unless what it does is absolutely reprehensible. While many dubious advances have been made under the umbra of science, science's overall virtue is unquestioned.
So I stammered. "Hate science? It's only the subject that keeps everything going."
Then a misunderstanding started. She wanted to insist that she was justified for hating the subject, because she's always been terrible at it, in a family where her brother and her father both excel in it. The resulting disappointed expectations crushed her.
"Okay," I said. "So you hate doing it then."
This is partly what she meant, and she acknowledged it. But we went in circles for a while longer, because she wanted to insist that she was justified in hating it, and was in some disbelief that I would insist on making such a paltry division between hating a subject and hating doing it. She didn't say this, but she must've thought that the metonomy ought to hold between the two. She likes reading some science articles. She just hates "science" the academic subject, and by that she means doing it.
I, however, insisted that she could still love a subject, even if she couldn't do it well.
At one point she asked me, "Haven't you ever failed at something so many times that you just had to hate it?" I paused for nearly half a minute, trying to think, and then admitted, "I can't recall failing that hard before." I really couldn't. Oh, I've failed at doing things. But I've generally figured them out. If not, it's been sufficiently unimportant that I could just respect it from afar.
Eventually we settled down, but it got me to thinking. Why was I insisting so hard on this seemingly arbitrary distinction? Was I being an ass? Was I being Aristotle?
I think there is something to the distinction. I also think I have a little bit of a chip on my shoulder, because it's a distinction not a lot of people make. It's also a distinction that enables me to like and enjoy so many things I otherwise wouldn't.
So, to break it down Aristotelian style, there are at least four categories of preference for an object, if one can either: (a) like it or not like it; (b) like doing it or not like doing it.
I could:
1. Like it and like doing it.
2. Like it and hate doing it.
3. Hate it and like doing it.
4. Hate it and hate doing it.
I ignore all the cases where I would be neutral in one or the other case, since I don't think those are significant enough for an impromptu musing. So, they are named. What can go under them?
What are some examples of the above?
1. This would be the ideal profession or pursuit. This can be a hobby too. For me, this is any number of things, but most importantly to my personal choices, it is English literature. I like it, I like reading it, and I like writing about it.
2. Sometimes this can be the necessary burden. Other times, this is the subject we respect from afar, the thing where, if we meet someone at a party that does it, we go, "Oh," and are appropriately impressed. This would be science in my girlfriend's case. In mine... I've never liked doing exercise much, but I do value it in itself.
3. In many cases this is a sin or a transgression that we nonetheless like doing. Oftentimes this has to do with defying our own restrictions (like eating a cake while fasting), or the restrictions of society (stealing, in the case of a repentant kleptomaniac). Sometimes this leads into other distinctions; if I hate mowing the grass before I start, but like mowing it once I've started, then I've hated the idea of it but liked doing it.
4. This would be the thing that is generally loathed.
I've run out of steam, but I think this distinction is important to consider. There are others, like the distinctions between science, mowing the grass, and murder. But, sloppy as it is, it's a start.