National Catholic Register


Hobby Horses

BY Simcha Fisher

| Posted 11/14/13 at 9:29 PM


During our catechism lessons, one of my kids had the habit of answering any question -- any question whatsoever -- with the answer "God." 

"Who made you?"  --  "God." 
"Who is the Good Shepherd?" -- "God." 
"What did Moses say to Pharaoh?"  -- "God."

Now, this was mostly her fault, and not mine.  I had to repeat myself a lot, because it was really important for them to learn by heart what I was telling them.  (And the cure for a snotty little upstart who thinks she knows everything about religion is, of course, to start in on Theology for Beginners by Frank Sheed.  Pause often, and remind the wee ones that this is just for beginners.)

But we've all had teachers who repeat themselves and it really is their fault that the lesson is boring and predictable.  They've succumbed to their own droning voices, and no matter what the original topic, they will eventually, inevitably get around to their pet theory or phrase.  If you're an unscrupulous student, you know you can get a solid B just by making even the most dubious mention of that key phrase, whether it's "the sacred feminine" or "hermeneutic of continuity" or "fallacy of power" or whatever impressed them when they were in college.  They have fallen prey to that most deadly intellectual predator: the hobby horse.

Hobby horses are toys, for children to play with.  And yet so many adults ride them every day.  And there is nothing more dreary than having a conversation that you think is actually going somewhere, only to spy the other person trotting out that ratty old hobby horse once again.  It's not welcome.  It's not relevant.  But it's so familiar, so reliable, so docile and easy to steer, how can we resist?  Giddyup!

We all repeat ourselves sometimes.  And some ideas are worth repeating!  But a good idea becomes a hobby horse when it not only turns up all the time, but it becomes the answer to all questions.  It's not just that your favorite issue keeps coming up; it's that it seems to you like nobody is really saying anything at all until that issue has been raised.  Is something bad happening?  It's all due to [bad thing that you hate].  Is something good happening?  Oh, just wait until it all gets ruined by [same bad thing that you hate]. Cloppity, cloppity, clop.

A few examples of popular hobby horses:

and so on.  And guess what?  If you read this list and thought, "Oh my gosh, I can't believe she put such-and-such incredibly important topic on the list with all those other trivial issues!" then, my friend, you are the proud and devoted owner of a bona fide hobby horse.  These are all important issues.  They are, however, not the only issues.  They are not always relevant.

So, listen up, everybody -- and I'm including myself.  If you spend a lot of time yacking online, ask yourself this:  could I reasonably be known as "That [something] Guy" or "That [something] Lady"?  Do I often find myself saying, "If you'd just open your eyes, you'd see that everything always stems back to . . . "?  Have you noticed that people can finish your sentences for you, and they don't seem especially happy about it? Try this:  stop it.  Just for 24 to 48 hours, see if you can have all your conversations without hauling out your threadbare little pet.  If it hard?  Take heed!

The truth is, there are a few occasions when one answer suffices for every question.  "Why are bad things bad?" -- "Original sin."  "Why are good things good?" -- "God."  (Score one for the lazy kid in catechism class!)  Everything that is bad is due to a turning away from God; everything that is good is due to God's goodness.  True, true, true. 

But if you are actually interested in understanding people you disagree with better -- or if you are interested in solving a problem, rather than being right about how awful a problem it is -- then you are going to have to admit that your hobby horse is not actually going to take you anywhere.  You might be able to work up a fine sweat charging around on it, but ultimately it's your own leg power that's making you go.  And that means that you can only go so far.