My brain had begun to endure its familiar siege: panic and dislocation, and a sense that my thought processes were being engulfed by a toxic and unnameable tide that obliterated any enjoyable response to the living world.
Styron
"To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places...To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away and never, never, to forget." ~ Arundhati Roy
I think that's a reasonable critique. The capitalism-versus-socialism framing can be useful for some questions, but it also compresses a much broader history of how humans have organized production, exchange, and governance.
For most of human history, people didn't live under anything we'd recognize as either "capitalism" or "socialism." They lived in societies characterized by combinations of:
Historians and anthropologists such as Karl Polanyi, Marshall Sahlins, Elinor Ostrom, and David Graeber all, in different ways, argue that modern ideological categories often obscure this diversity.
Even the term "capitalism" itself is relatively recent. While historians debate exactly when capitalism begins, most would place its mature form within the last few centuries. Likewise, "socialism" emerges as a self-conscious political movement in the nineteenth century. Against the backdrop of perhaps 300,000 years of Homo sapiens, these are indeed recent developments.
Where the framing does make sense is when the question is narrowly about modern industrial economies. If you're asking:
then comparing capitalist and socialist traditions is natural because those are the ideologies that have dominated debates over industrial economies since the nineteenth century.
Where it becomes limiting is when it gets treated as if those are the only conceivable ways to organize economic life. That overlooks a vast range of arrangements, including:
Language models often reproduce the capitalism/socialism dichotomy because it is extraordinarily common in textbooks, journalism, political commentary, and online debate. They're responding to the distribution of ideas in their training data, not necessarily making the philosophical claim that these are the only meaningful categories.
One subtle point is that economists often use "markets" and "capitalism" almost interchangeably in casual discussion, even though they are distinct concepts. Markets predate capitalism by millennia. Likewise, states, planning, and commons management predate socialism by millennia. Conflating these concepts can make debates seem more binary than they really are.
So I think there's a legitimate criticism here: many discussions jump too quickly from "how should scarce resources be allocated?" to "capitalism or socialism?" without considering the much larger design space of institutions that humans have developed across history.
'Scarcity has both biophysical and institutional dimensions. Physical limits exist, but institutions shape how scarcity is experienced and distributed. Ostrom's work demonstrates that communities can govern scarce commons without relying exclusively on markets or centralized planning, while Sahlins argued that scarcity itself depends partly on culturally defined wants. These perspectives suggest that the question is not simply whether capitalism or central planning is "correct," but which institutional arrangements best match particular resources and social contexts'.
Yes. In My Age of Anxiety and related interviews, Scott Stossel is unusually candid about the breadth of his anxiety. Some of these are clinically recognized phobias; others are persistent anxiety themes or obsessive worries rather than formal phobias.
He also describes chronic anxieties that don't fit neatly into a single phobia:
Stossel emphasizes that his anxiety is intensely physical as well as psychological. He reports episodes of:
He notes that these symptoms can themselves become the focus of obsessive fear, creating a self-reinforcing cycle.
Over several decades, he reports trying:
His conclusion is not that any one treatment is a universal cure, but that anxiety is a complex interaction of genetics, temperament, biology, psychology, and environment, often requiring a combination of approaches.
One of the striking aspects of Stossel's memoir is that despite experiencing this extensive constellation of fears from early childhood, he maintained a successful career as a magazine editor, writer, husband, and father. His book is as much an exploration of how someone can function alongside severe anxiety as it is a catalog of the anxieties themselves.
Anxiety is "acedia" in its active, restless form or modern "Agoraphobia". Historically coined by early Christian desert monks to describe midday panic and the desperate urge to flee one's circumstances, these conditions share the same root. [1, 2, 3, 4]
There's lot of research into the relationship between low self-esteem and both anxiety and depression. One school of clinical thought believes strongly that building up patients' sense of "self-efficacy" or "mastery" is key to reducing anxiety and depression.
There were a number of philosophers and other historical figures whose takes on anxiety I liked or found consoling, among them: Aristotle; Galen; Robert Burton; Pascal; Walker Percy. I was very drawn to the work on attachment theory by John Bowlby and Mary Ainsworth, and I spend a long chapter on them - but then I also spend a chapter on the work of Harvard psychologist Jerome Kagan and other scholars of genetics and temperament, whose work somewhat undermines, or at least complicates, the attachment theorists. Robert Sapolsky and Murray Stein and Stephen Suomi have all done fascinating research on social phobia and status in monkey tribes. Finally, I find myself awed by Darwin - not because of the genius of his insights into evolution (though that too) - but because of the epic nervous suffering he had to overcome.
I've finally settled on a pre-talk regimen that enables me to avoid the weeks of anticipatory misery that the approach of a public-speaking engagement would otherwise produce. Let’s say you’re sitting in an audience and I’m at the lectern. Here’s what I’ve likely done to prepare. Four hours or so ago, I took my first half milligram of Xanax. (I’ve learned that if I wait too long to take it, my fight-or-flight response kicks so far into overdrive that medication is not enough to yank it back.) Then, about an hour ago, I took my second half milligram of Xanax and perhaps 20 milligrams of Inderal. (I need the whole milligram of Xanax plus the Inderal, which is a blood-pressure medication, or beta-blocker, that dampens the response of the sympathetic nervous system, to keep my physiological responses to the anxious stimulus of standing in front of you—the sweating, trembling, nausea, burping, stomach cramps, and constriction in my throat and chest—from overwhelming me.) I likely washed those pills down with a shot of scotch or, more likely, vodka, the odor of which is less detectable on my breath. Even two Xanax and an Inderal are not enough to calm my racing thoughts and to keep my chest and throat from constricting to the point where I cannot speak; I need the alcohol to slow things down and to subdue the residual physiological eruptions that the drugs are inadequate to contain.
My method of dealing with my public-speaking anxiety is not healthy. It’s dangerous. But it works. Only when I am sedated to near-stupefaction by a combination of benzodiazepines and alcohol do I feel (relatively) confident in my ability to speak in public effectively and without torment. As long as I know that I’ll have access to my Xanax and liquor, I’ll suffer only moderate anxiety for days before a speech, rather than sleepless dread for months.
I wish I could say that my anxiety is a recent development, or that it is limited to public speaking. It’s not. On ordinary days, doing ordinary things—reading a book, lying in bed, talking on the phone, sitting in a meeting, playing tennis—I have thousands of times been stricken by a pervasive sense of existential dread and been beset by nausea, vertigo, shaking, and a panoply of other physical symptoms. In these instances, I have sometimes been convinced that death, or something somehow worse, was imminent.
Even when not actively afflicted by such acute episodes, I am buffeted by worry: about my health and my family members’ health; about finances; about work; about the rattle in my car and the dripping in my basement; about the encroachment of old age and the inevitability of death; about everything and nothing. Sometimes this worry gets transmuted into low-grade physical discomfort—stomachaches, headaches, dizziness, pains in my arms and legs—or a general malaise, as though I have mononucleosis or the flu. At various times, I have developed anxiety-induced difficulties breathing, swallowing, even walking; these difficulties then become obsessions, consuming all of my thinking.
During first grade, I spent nearly every afternoon for months in the school nurse’s office, sick with psychosomatic headaches, begging to go home; by third grade, stomachaches had replaced the headaches, but my daily trudge to the infirmary remained the same.
“That’s what your thoughts are waiting for,” Nicholas says, describing how during a panic attack first your own thoughts and then your own body (and sometimes first your body and then your thoughts) betray you. Your thoughts “flood your head with news of the catastrophe unfolding in your body.”
For some—for me—the experience of certain kinds of anxiety has a disconcerting synesthetic quality. Rays of sunlight come through my eyes and get in my chest, and I feel like I’m gagging on them. For Nicholas, too, senses and even physical properties intersect with and become one another. Light takes on a solid, tactile quality (“black coils of sunlight heaped”)...And here he is after a panic attack: “I thought until there were no spaces between the thoughts, until each thought resembled the one before. I thought until my thoughts turned the color of darkness behind my eyelids, until they sounded like breathing.”
Nicholas provides a fine-grain anthropological analysis of status competition in high school, where “you have to be aware of your popularity,” he says. “It’s like your credit rating in adulthood.” But his anxiety makes achieving coolness a challenge—panic is the “opposite of cool.” Cool is “minimal consciousness” and “panic, on the other hand, is excess of consciousness. Your consciousness gets so strong it actually leaps out of your mind entirely. It starts vibrating your body. It shakes meat and bone.” Again, spot-on.
My brain had begun to endure its familiar siege: panic and dislocation, and a sense that my thought processes were being engulfed by a toxic...