The headline reads “TWO TENURED PROFESSORS RESIGN FROM UCLA”.
Hey, people quit their jobs all the time. Why should we care?
The professors in question were a couple of performance artists who were working in the art department. They’re all in a tizzy ’cause a student wasn’t suspended for a performance.
Anyway, some graduate student had a peice where he aimed a real-looking gun at his head and pulled the trigger. The gun didn’t fire, the kid walked out the door, and the sound of a gunshot rang out from outside the room.
Yeah, yeah, I know. People get to apply for grant money for this? I’m in the wrong business.
But any negative reaction is unwarranted. Near as I can tell, no one was threatened with the gun. In fact, no one was harmed at all. The cops aren’t even sure if the gun used was real. Sounds like a whole lot of nothing to me.
That’s what the school administration figured, since they refused to suspend the kid for his (heh) art. That’s why the two profs, Chris Burden and Nancy Rubins, decided to call it quits and turned in their walking papers.
What’s really fascinating to me is that Chris Burden is bitchin’ about this. He first gained fame in 1971 as a young performance artist who had a buddy shoot his arm with a .22 rifle. (Here’s a blurry picture of the moment of impact.)
Oh, but that was different! Burden claims that the graduate student who faked suicide committed an act of “domestic terrorism”. Having his own arm shot way back when wasn’t the same since no one in the audience felt they were in any danger, while the kid at UCLA caused “genuine fear”.
Wah wah wah. Cry me a river, Chris. He’s probably just jealous that he didn’t think of the idea first.
I think more tenured professors should follow this example and retire.
They don’t want to work there, and we don’t want them to work there, and they’re gone from there.
Seems like a happy ending to me. Ain’t we all supposed to be looking for “win-win”?
Another, “What it’s like to live in a world without irony” moment.
Upstaged.
That’s why W.C. Fields hated working with children or dogs.
Got to admire the kid. He punked them. I hope he gets an A
It always amuses me that the ones who misbehaved the most when they were young tend to be the fogeyest of the old fogeys. ^_~