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Friday, April 29, 2005

two days off

What a crazy week this has been. It's now Friday night at not-quite-11 and i just finished the last of the day's business. Now I'm drinking a big huge glass of red wine, listening to music, and eating a delicious bowl of cabbage salad.

I'm going away tomorrow, to a place without blogs. It's a place full of friends celebrating a major life event, which for this particular group of ladies involves a trip to a seedy strip club and a lot of vodka gimlets. And other cocktails, because we'll be armed with a book full of recipes, and several shakers.

None of these people know about the blog. The only person who does know that I'm doing this is the boyfriend (and two of his friends, whom he told). Even my roommate doesn't know. I have a secret life. I like having a secret life. But it means that sometimes it's not possible to blog. And anyway, I'm not sure I'm ready for on-a-bender blogging.

Happy weekend everybody!

Luv,

a.r.

The YWCA is a Threat To America

I sure am glad we don't have any of them commie YWCA's around these parts. Not only do they attract sexually confused, clumsy and shy 16 yr olds, but some astute bloggers have uncovered that they are also tolerant of the homo-sex-uals and think that women and minorities have rights. Oh yeah, and they are concerned about the environment. What kind of Christians are tolerant of other humans, believe other humans have rights, and care about the planet? How absurd! This blog has excerpts from a YMCA mission statement, or something - it's hard to know, since they don't bother to explain where the excerpts are actually from. But anyway, the excerpts tell us that YWCA supports affirmative action and opposes super right-wing freakazoid judges. Dangerous radicals!

Their comment section is really interesting. Take this observation from Yosemite Sam:
and if you want to turn our country into a third world, backward, collectivist and racist hellhole, Vote Democrat, the party with an ex Grand Kleagle of the KKK in the Senate.

Yup! Unassailable logic.

and this, from Captain Holly:
Well, they wouldn't be part of the Liberal Coalition for very long if someone at the DNC realized that the "C" in YWCA stands for, ahem, Christian.
But fear not, the YWCA have worked hard to distance themselves from their Christian roots. So progressives can support them with a clean conscience.


You tell 'em! The Dems are Satan worshipping Commies and if the YWCA hadn't taken a turn to Satan and "distanced themselves from their Christian roots", the Dems would soon enough set about destroying the YWCA, just as they are trying to destory marriage, and the family, and America itself.

There's more about the destructive YWCA agenda at this blog. Here we learn that the YWCA is anti-violence and anti-war. Better not send your girls there for swim lessons. I'm sure that the girls all have to take some kind of pledge that, once they grow up and become the lesbos that the YWCA is training them to be, they won't beat their girlfriends or invade small countries by submarine in order to steal their women. Goddamn those radicals at the Y!

Here's the "Vision" statement from the World YWCA website:

The vision of the World YWCA is of a fully inclusive world where justice, peace, health, human dignity, freedom and care for the environment are promoted and sustained through women's leadership.


and here's the "Principles we Value":

*Our history and foundation in the Christian faith
*Our worldwide solidarity as a women's volunteer membership movement
*Diversity, inclusiveness, tolerance and mutual respect
*Integrity and responsible accountability


Unacceptable. The YWCA must be stopped.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Observations

Observation #1.

Buildings communicate. The building that houses the program I work for communicates that administrators are important and deserve privacy, but the teachers are not important and do not deserve privacy, and neither do their students. That's why, instead of the small offices shared by 3 or 4 people that we had in our old building, all of us are in one big room. But the boss' evil assistant has her own big office.

Observation #2

Allocation of resources is also a sign of status. For example, when the computer room used by 15 instructors contains two ancient, crappy, slow computers, one of which won't even open email attachments, you know the admin doesn't give a crap about you. Or your students, since the work you're doing on those computers is for their benefit. The freaken coffee house on campus has three very nice computers for their customers. THEIR CUSTOMERS, buying coffee and bagels, have access to better computers than we instructors have. Maybe that's because the customers are mostly undergrads and you've gotta maintain the illusion that the U. gives one crap about them.

Observation #3

On the days my friends get fired for no reason, I have really good workouts at the gym. All that rage has to go somewhere, and when I'm at the gym it goes straight into the elliptical machine. Especially on the day my best friend gets fired, and gets lied to about it. And now may have to drop out of grad school because our boss may have sabotaged him by calling around campus and telling people not to hire him. This is after a year of treating him like crap and humiliating him in public. Note to self: never say anything even remotely critical of the program in an email, even to someone you think you can trust. Because you can't trust anyone, and what you said can be used as the false reason you're being dismissed. Even though you said it three days ago and they've been planning to fire you for months, because they just don't like you.

Observation #4

When a driver doesn't see you on your bike, because of that peculiar illness I call "Bike Blindness", and almost runs you over instead of staying put at the stop sign where he belongs, yelling "STOP STOP STOP!!!!!!!!!!! DON"T KILL ME!!!" can be an effective strategy. If you're lucky, said driver, who cannot see your bike but has retained his ability to hear desperate screams, will hit his breaks at the last minute and you will live another day.

Observation #5

Eating Wendy's food for dinner at 9:30 pm, because you are so ridiculously busy that you barely have time to eat and certainly don't have time to make food and Wendy's is just down the street, is a mistake and will mean that you wake up with a stomach ache and a feeling of regret.

These are things I have observed in the last few days.

What will I observe today?

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Roid Rage: It's not just for boys anymore

From Cnn.com

TRENTON, New Jersey (AP) -- An alarming number of American girls, some as young as 9, are using bodybuilding steroids -- not necessarily to get an edge on the playing field, but to get the toned, sculpted look of models and movie stars, experts say..
Researchers say that most girls are using steroids to get bigger and stronger on the playing field, and they attribute some of the increase in steroid use to girls' rising participation in sports. But plenty of other girls are using steroids to give themselves a slightly muscular look, they say.


Good. No one likes a fatty, and the 'cut' look is so hot. Steroids are just a medical treatment for the disease of unperfectness, just like cosmetic surgery.

But then there's this:

In teenage girls, the side effects from taking male sex hormones can include severe acne, smaller breasts, deeper voice, irregular periods, excess facial and body hair, depression, paranoia and the fits of anger dubbed "roid rage." Steroids also carry higher risks of heart attack, stroke and some forms of cancer.


Uh- well, heart attack, stroke, and cancer are just the price you may have to pay for beauty, but...acne? SMALLER BREASTS?? FACIAL HAIR? Ladies! No one likes an acne ridden, small breasted, bearded 9 yr-old, no matter how fantastic her triceps look. And roid rage is so unfeminine. Please girls, stick to the traditional girly starving and bingeing/purging and leave the steroids to the boys.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Thank you

I wanted to thank everyone that wrote such nice, supportive comments on my post about what's going on at work/school. It does help to know that there are good and kind people out there (even some in academia!)

I started this blog as a way to force myself to write nonacademic stuff every day, but the best part of doing it has been finding you people and your blogs and starting to feel like I'm part of a funky little community.

You are all awesome.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

God's Day Post #2: Which Jesus Scent Candle Would Jesus Buy?

Well, one of them is made of petroleum wax, and one is made of soy. The soy candle is much better for the environment, that thing we live in. (And also for rubbing the scent of Jesus deep, deep into your skin, of course).

So the Evangelical Environmental Network would probably say that Jesus would buy the soy candle.

What is the Evangelical Environmental Network?, you ask. In their own words:
EEN is a unique evangelical ministry whose purpose is to "declare the Lordship of Christ over all creation" (Col. 1:15-20). EEN was formed because we recognize many "environmental" problems are fundamentally spiritual problems. EEN's flagship publication, Creation Care magazine, provides you with biblically informed and timely articles on topics ranging from how to protect your loved ones against environmental threats to how you can more fully praise the Creator for the wonder of His creation.


The EEN folks are concerned about "degradations of creation". Degrading creation is a sin, they say, because God expects humans to take care of the earth that He created. We have failed in our stewardship of His creation.

What are the degradations of creation, according to the EEN??
These degradations of creation can be summed up as 1) land degradation; 2) deforestation; 3) species extinction; 4) water degradation; 5) global toxification; 6) the alteration of atmosphere; 7) human and cultural degradation.


Their take on the issue is different from Ann Coulter's, who said:
God gave us the earth. We have dominion over the plants, the animals, the seas.... God said, 'Earth is yours. Take it. Rape it. It's yours.'"

No, they are into something they call "Creation Care", wherein humans take good care of God's Creation.

But don't call them environmentalists. That's a label for liberals and tree worshipping Druids

Could this be the silver lining in the big ugly Evangelical movement cloud?

We shall see...Unless, of course, they all get Raptured and we're left on the diseased planet dodging house-sized hailstones and balls of fire from the sky. Either way, we certainly live in interesting times.

God's Day Post #1: What Would Jesus Smell LIke?

Well, body odor, I reckon.

But other people think differently.

Scent of Jesus and His Essence both make candles inspired by Psalm 45:8: "All your robes are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia".

It's confusing that there are two. Which one is the real Jesus odor candle?

The Scent of Jesus website is prettier and has Enya playing, but the His Essence website tells you to "beware of imitations", which makes me wonder if those other folks stole the idea. It also makes me wonder what I am to be wary of, exactly.

On the Scent of Jesus Miracle Candle site, we are informed that their candle is made of soy, so you can spread it all over your body after you've burned it, and really rub Jesus right into your flesh. But if you buy His Essence instead, a portion of the proceeds supports "Christian ministries". So maybe that would be better. And, by the way, is touching yourself with the essence of Jesus some kind of sin?

The His Essence site has a section for customer feedback. I found this one a bit disturbing:

I just bought 6 candles for Easter gifts and am anxious for more!! It is a scent that is almost compulsive!! Can't get enough!!"


Is this the beginning of an addiction to the scent of Jesus? It certainly sounds like it.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Clown for Congress

I was interviewed for this OC Weekly piece about Bryan Barton. First person to figure out which quote is mine wins... uh...a long distance air kiss. And a photo of the alley, via email.

The author of the OC Weekly piece interviewed me for a quote after finding the stuff I wrote about Barton on the blog here and here. After realizing that he'd been thinking I knew Barton personally, I figured he wouldn't quote me at all. But he did - sort of.

In the article, Barton says he wasn't editor of the Koala when "Jizzlam" went to press, but he was editor when the shit was really hitting the fan, and he defended the content. And still does, saying that it "wasn't serious". Yeah, you can say whatever the hell you want about anyone, as long as it's Just a Big Joke! HAR DEE HAR HAR! rape is funny! the holocaust is funny! pornographic racism is hi-freaken-larious!

Whatev. Clown.

edited to add: Check out this anti Koala website. Excerpt from the "news"section:

Feb 25, 2005
Steve York, megalomaniac editor of the Koala, broadcasted a pornographic film on Student-Run Television (SRTV) February 3rd and 7th. The film was blatantly degrading towards woman and generally obscene. When asked about it on February 24th, York told MSNBC "My only regret is editing out the scene where we double-stuffed her."

Saturday funnies and musics

After yesterday's bitch fest, I thought I'd offer up some lighter fare. Unfortunately, while I'm feeling much better (thanks) what I really want to do is start a blog called "What the fuck is wrong with Crazy Mommy?" (except it'd be her real name) where people could write their theories about what the fuck is wrong with Crazy Mommy, and share their stories, and foment the rebellion. (Which, dear readers, is most definitely in the works. Yes, indeed. Phone calls are being made, letters are being drafted, windows are opening, people are sticking their heads out and saying, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take this anymore!")

But anyway, I don't think a "What the fuck is wrong with Crazy Mommy?" blog is the right approach, at least not right at this moment, and until I can come up with something else to write about, I'm linking.

JordanBaker has two funny teaching related posts up right now. Here, a post about what happened when she had her students write about her busted toe, and here a post about a creative strategy employed by a male student.

And music fans:

I'm going to add a bunch of music links today or tomorrow, but for now I'm going to recommend some MP3s from 3Hive.

First, if you like slowcore as a genre, or bands like Low, Mogwai, Godspeed You Black Emperor!, and the like, you may like this stuff, which is just gorgeous.

If you're a fan of beats, you might like this shout-out to 80s breakdancers and the music that inspired them. (I heart DJ Zeph!).

And this stuff will grow on you with repeated listenings. Neko Case has an amazing voice and her music is country-inspired but appeals to fans of rock, as well.

Finally, the thing that I've been listening to obsessively for the past few months. This one isn't at 3Hive, but that's how I found out about it. The Kleptones' A Night at the Hip Hopera is pure genius. They took classic Queen songs and mashed them up with hip hop, some R&B;, some other stuff, and a bunch of samples from movies, TV, and other places. Waxy has track listings and identifications of some samples here. It's simultaenously a musical masterpiece and a thesis on copyright laws, free speech, and democracy. And it's got an awesomely funny take on Flash Gordon.

But, see, the thing is, it's illegal, and the Kleptones had to take it off their site after getting a cease and desist letter from Disney (owner of copyright to the Queen catalogue), so really I can't tell you to follow the links from Waxy or otherwise search for it online. I mean, it would be wrong for me to encourage such behavior. I certainly didn't download it in its entirety from one of the mirror sites Waxy links to and then burn it onto a CD and listen to it over and over and over again and burn it for other people to enjoy. So you shouldn't either. Right? Right.

Anyway. Happy Saturday everybody!

And sorry about all the cursing!

Friday, April 22, 2005

Worst. F-ing.Grad School Experience. Ever.

Yesterday something really stupid happened at work. It was stupid in a kind of insane way. Insanely stupid, stupidly insane. I wish I could tell you exactly what it was, but I'm already walking a fine line with this anonymous blog business. If I give out the juicy, horrifying details, I give myself away.

So you get vague generalizations.

I'll just say that things are bad at work. My work environment is like a very dysfunctional, sick family with a good-hearted but weak and spineless father and a paranoid, power tripping, abusive, crazy mother. People are losing their jobs for no apparent legitimate reasons, and there's this bizarre "crackdown" happening wherein Crazy Mommy boss calls people at home, puts nasty letters in their boxes, and calls them in to her office for exceedingly unpleasant (and in at least one case, blatantly illegal) conversations about job performance and other issues. Out of nowhere. Things that were never problems before are suddenly, without warning, grounds for dismissal. And one of the best people working for the program abruptly quit last week, because she was tired of the abuse.

It's real bad.

And part of the reason it's real bad is that there is spy in the office. Not kidding, not exaggerating. This particular busybody is in an admin assistant position but her real job is to feed my boss' paranoia. She'll be nice to your face, encouraging disclosure, comforting you - and then she turns around and tells the boss everything you said. Plus details about how you ran your class that day. Details which she doesn't even understand, since she's not a teacher, but if she can make you look bad, she will.

So yesterday the fan directed a spray of shit in my direction.

My boyfriend listened to me vent for a while and then took me out for expensive drinks and happy hour half price appetizers. In a moment of humorous self pity, I said, "I can't believe this is happening, on top of all the other crap I've already dealt with. Am I having, like, the worst grad school experience ever?"

To which he responded, "Yes. The. Worst. Fucking. Grad School Experience. Ever".

Which for some reason made me feel a little better. And then I drank a big fancy drink that looked like a sundae, and I felt even more better.

My grad school experience has been really. fucking. bad. I've been wanting to blog about it for a while, but I worry about how many details I can really provide without revealing my identity. Not ready to do that yet.

But also, I'm still pretty traumatized by the whole thing, and it's hard for me to write about it and not just to into longwinded, stream-of-consciousness therapy venting. I am so not kidding when I say that I feel like I need a couple of good years of therapy to undo the damage that grad school has done to my psyche.

But the thing is, my experience hasn't actually been The .Worst. Ever.

I have a friend from another department who has had such an excruciating time that she starts to cry whenever she talks about her advisor, her department, or her dissertation. Her problems have had a lot to do with being in an extremely traditional and sexist department. Most of her problems are because of mean men, backstabbing and cowardly careerist grads, and an impersonal bureaucracy.

Mine have mostly been because of having joined a once excellent department right as it started to fall apart, falling through some rather gigantic cracks in said department, having multiple advisors and committee members leave (including the chair of my committee abruptly leaving after I passed my quals), and totally insane, abusive, evil women professors.

Wait, I need to add "tenured" to that list.

When a tenured professor (who has a lot of power over you in a variety of ways) is abusive and awful, there's little you can do. Some of these people (and it only takes one to ruin your life- I'm dealing with three) have horrible reputations, and everyone knows what they're like. But nothing changes. Nothing happens to them. And as a grad, you're not sure who you can talk to about it. You never know who you can trust. And then you learn the hard way that you can't really trust anyone, even that really nice lady who listens to your problems and tells you she's going to help you. Because as soon as you walk away, she's digging your grave in the back yard.

I feel like I'm in a viper's nest, and I've felt that way for a long time. My incredibly bad grad school experience (which another person recently dubbed "everyone's worst nightmare about grad school") has soured me on being an academic. Which is sad, because I love teaching and I think I'm good at it, and I love a lot of things about the academic lifestyle. Like getting paid to think about and do research on things you want to think and write about. But it's over for me. Grad school has been a lot of things for me, many of them fantastic. But it's also been the place where I was vulnerable to the some of craziest, most power tripping, unstable, backstabbing people I've ever met, and these people had the power to further or flat out destroy my academic career.

And once I'm safely out of there, you can be sure I'm going to write about it in as much detail as I can summon from my scholarly little brain.

I just have to make it through the next few weeks without losing my freaken mind.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Pope Ratzinger's Kulturkampf

Salon- I know, you have to skip past the ad if you're not a subscriber, and it' annoying, I know, I know- has a scary article about the new pope.

The new pope's burning passion is to resurrect medieval authority. He equates the Western liberal tradition, that is, the Enlightenment, with Nazism, and denigrates it as "moral relativism." He suppresses all dissent, discussion and debate within the church and concentrates power within the Vatican bureaucracy. His abhorrence of change runs past 1968 (an abhorrence he shares with George W. Bush) to the revolutions of 1848, the "springtime of nations," and 1789, the French Revolution. But, even more momentously, the alignment of the pope's Kulturkampf with the U.S. president's culture war has also set up a conflict with the American Revolution.


and more:

he right wing of the Catholic Church is as mobilized as any other part of the religious right. It is seizing control of Catholic universities, exerting influence at other universities, stigmatizing Catholic politicians who fail to adhere to its conservative credo, pressing legislation at the federal and state levels, seeking government funding and sponsorship of the church, and vetting political appointments inside the White House and the administration -- imposing in effect a religious test of office. The Bush White House encourages these developments under the cover of moral uplift as it forges a political machine uniting church and state -- as was done in premodern Europe.



Read the whole thing.

Marla Ruzicka

Salon has a great obituary for Marla Ruzicka, the young woman who was killed doing humanitarian work in Iraq.

I'm so excited I could pee my pants

Last Thursday I participated in a one day UC-wide strike for AFSCME, the union representing service workers at the University of California. As a member of a union that fought hard during our most recent contract negotiations to retain the right to sympathy strike, I was proud to honor the picket line, not show up for my teaching duties, (for which I expect to be docked pay) and get a nasty lip sunburn from standing in the sun all day waving a sign.

I am happy to report that the strike was succesful, and the UC has offered a new contract that the Union looks likely to approve.

The fact is that the work that the service workers do keeps the University going, and makes it a place people want to send their children. The fact is that most of the UC campuses are located in extremely expensive places, and the UC has been paying poverty wages to these folks. The fact is that the UC is run like a sweatshop, by people who would rather spend tax payer bucks on union busting law firms than pony up the wages their workers deserve. The University claims that it doesn't have money for tiny raises because of budget cuts, but the fact is that the University is sitting on piles of money that it admittedly chooses to use for other things.

As graduate student teachers know well from personal experience, the University doesn't like unions, and the it doesn't respect workers. That's why they tried so hard to fight the student employees' right to unionize in the first place, claiming that we were not employees, but "apprentice scholars" (with no rights to workload protection or anything else). It took 15 years for our union to win recognition and it was an ugly battle that ultimately required intervention from the state legislature.

The UC doesn't bargain in good faith, it breaks the law constantly, and it engages in union busting tactics. The only way my union was able to even get the UC to bargain in good faith was by striking or threatening strikes. And the UC caves pretty quickly when their workers strike, because they can't afford the bad publicity.

When I was on the picket line last Thursday, one of the AFSCME organizers told me that a very wealthy donor had asked the UC for her millions back when she found out about their labor practices. The University does not want the people it solicits donations from to find out about how the UC uses their money. And they really don't want people choosing to go to non-UC hospitals because their hospital service staff is striking. And they really don't want the parents of their students finding out the truth about how business is done at the UC. And of course, they know that the Universities can't function without our labor. So they cave. And that's why they tried so hard to take away my union's right to sympathy strike. But they lost that battle, and I and other UAW/ASE members were out there on that picket line with the service workers and others, and we won.

Let's hope the Governor honors the new contract.

edited to add: The University spread rumors, including to the press, that the strike was illegal. They did this so that people wouldn't strike, and to generate bad publicity for the union. Lies, lies, lies.

Things I am Damned Weary Of, Part I

A couple of days ago, the bright and brave Buffalo started a mini shitstorm with a post entitled "Defending Men".

The post and the discussion in the comments inspired Megarita to post about it. And then Buffalo posted a follow-up.

In Buffalo's original post, he said:

I will tell you that I am growing damned weary of hearing how men want to suppress women.


The contribution I'm offering to this discussion - besides sharp tongued responses in the comments sections- is here, the first of a series of "Things I am Damned Weary of".

Today's Thing:

Popes with antifeminist, anti-woman gender ideology:

the view of women's bodies and sexualities as temptations, sources of sin, unworthy of serving the Lord in significant leadership roles, and under the ownership of God and men, but not women themselves.

the view of the zygote as a being with more rights than the women within which it resides.

the questioning of women's moral judgement, to the extent that politicians who support women's reproductive rights should be denied communion, but politicians who go against other Church teachings not specific to women and their bodies (their anti-war stance or anti-death penalty stance, for example) are free to make their own moral judgements.

the attempts to deny women access to information that could save their lives and/or prevent unwanted pregnancies.


I could go on, but you get the point, and thinking about this is making me damned weary.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

How To Score With Chicks

Nick Mamatas says:

As someone who is fat, poor, ugly, never leaves the house, and dresses like a blind homeless person, I've had more than my share of relationships with desirable, attractive, women. Yes, many of them were insane. But still. Anyway, here we go:
.

Number one on the list:

1. Don't be the biggest loser in the whole fucking world: Note that this does not mean that you have to be successful, or that you even need an apartment where the toilet flushes. You can be a loser, just not the biggest loser in the whole fucking world. Fail at everything you try, flail and flounder all you like, but try. Try something. Don't you wake up, shower, go to work, go home, eat some fish sticks, play videogames till Adult Swim, then go to bed. Ride a bicycle and fall off of it all the time. Run for some creepy little public office and come in ninth place. Try to draw your own comic book with looseleaf paper and #2 pencils. It doesn't matter what you do or how miserably you fail at it, but demonstrate, in some way, that you're something other than a self-contained-food-to-crap machine.


To see his other helpful tips, go here

(seen at Brutal Women, who I'm also adding a link to in the sidebar.)

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Elephants rock

Some people in Thailand gave a group of captive elephants some musical instruments and discovered that elephants can make melody. And not only are they capable of it, but it's hard to get them to stop once they get going. They love it.

From the New York TImes:

The players improvise distinct meters and melodic lines, and vary and repeat them. The results, at once meditative and deliberate, delicate and insistently thrumming, strike some Western listeners as haunting, others as monotonous. Mr. Sulzer wondered whether Prathida, a 7-year- old orchestra member whom he called "the Fritz Kreisler of elephants," would recognize dissonance. "I put one bad note in the middle of her xylophone. She avoided playing that note - until one day she started playing it and wouldn't stop. Had she discovered dissonance, and discovered that she liked it? She outsmarted the researchers.


The Thai Elephant Orchestra has a couple of CDs, and you can download free MP3s here. There is where you can also find lots of links to article about the musical elephants, as well as info on how to by a CD. Part of the proceeds go to benefit orphan elephants.

Engineering a Better Future

Looking through the gorgeous book version of Bruce Mau's "Massive Change" project, I came across a quote something to the effect of "you don't notice design until it fails". It struck me because I'm currently noticing the rather spectacular failure of the design of the building I work in at the University. It's a new building, all sparkly and high tech, with toilets that flush repeatedly while you're sitting on them, and offices that are excruciatingly unuseful for the work of mentoring students and holding classes. The architects clearly did not consult the human beings who would be using these buidlings. Nor did they seem to have an understanding of what exactly would be taking place inside them. They certainly didn't consult anyone in my program, and yet they designed our section of the building supposedly with our needs in mind. The result is a building that frustrates and confounds, and whose design we are going to have to find creative ways to work around.

But Bruce Mau's project has bigger fish to fry than poorly designed ivory towers. He wants us to think about how design can cause massive change - in positive and negative directions. From the Massive Change website:

Massive Change is a celebration of our global capacities but also a cautious look at our limitations. It encompasses the utopian and dystopian possibilities of this emerging world, in which even nature is no longer outside the reach of our manipulation.

For many of us, design is invisible. We live in a world that is so thoroughly configured by human effort that design has become second nature, ever-present, inevitable, taken for granted.

And yet, the power of design to transform and affect every aspect of daily life is gaining widespread public awareness.


This is about design for a sustainable future. This is about design for a future we actually want to live in, rather than the one that we're likely to end up with if we don't intervene. You know, the one with the teeming masses of desperately poor, the hopelessly polluted streams and air, the diabetes epidemic, the traffic, the the global warming, the terrorism, the war, ...you know the one. It's the one we've inadvertently designed for ourselves. Maybe you've started to notice the design of this future, because it's begun to fail.

The website has a section where you can "learn", and a section where you can "act".

You can take a little tour through the "learn" sections, and read about things like the e-House 2000, "the first high-tech, web-based, environmentally appropriate house of the 21st century". You can read about military "spin-offs" and "spin-ons" in the "military economies section". For example:

Krazy Glue, or methyl cyanoacrylate, was discovered by Harry W. Coover while he was attempting to develop transparent plastic gun sights for Eastman Kodak. Nine years later he and Dr. Fred Joyner rediscovered cyanoacrylate monomers while researching heat-resistant polymers for jet-plane canopies. In 1958, after refining its adhesive properties, the product was labeled Eastman Compound #910 and eventually introduced to the North American market in 1973 as Instant Krazy Glue. Coover also saw another use for his new discovery and later patented cyanoacrylates as an adhesive for human tissue. This compound is used for suture-less surgeries, rejoining damaged veins, and repairing soft organs. It was used during the Vietnam War to close soldiers' wounds, and is still used today for medical applications.


Also in the military economies section is a great breakdown of military spending juxtaposed with what the same amount would pay for in other areas. For example: 11 billion dollars is the cost of the Navy's Future Surface Combatant program, AND the annual shortfall to meet federal safe drinking water standards and replace aging facilities.

There's lots, lots more on the site, and I encourage you to go check it out for yourself and see what grabs you.

Monday, April 18, 2005

(Little) Girls Rock!

3hive has a swank new look,and a link to a free MP3 from Smoosh.

I picked up the Smoosh album a couple of months ago because it's good, because I had to support a band made up of 10 and 12 year old sisters, and because I needed inspiration. The band is keyboards and drums, and I was working on my keyboard skills. I thought: if they can make music this fun with drum and keyboards and they're not even teenagers yet, I can put something together. Right? Well, I don't know, but Smoosh are cool, and this MP3 is free (and legal).

Girls rock!

When Cock Rock Speaks, it says "These Bitches Suck"

Amanda at Pandagon has a post up about the Bitch Magazine article on masculinity and rock. Read hers, and then come back for more:

Back already?

Okay. In the comment sections of my post the other day about women and rock music, Joan Jett made an appearance. Momentary Academic started if off by saying that she was inspired by Joan Jett to pick up a guitar and learn to play. Well, apparently not everyone was inspired by Jett to create music; some people were inspired to be reactionary assholes.

The Bitch article, written by Juliana Tringali and titled ""Love, Guns, Tight Patns, and Big Sticks: Who Put the Cock in Rock?", discusses the reaction to Ms. Jett's band The Runaways. Tringali writes that male critics treated The Runaways with contempt, with one review beginning, "These bitches suck". A quote from Jett:

"First, people just tried to get around it by saying, 'Oh wow, isn't that cute? Girls playing rock and roll!' and when we said, 'Yeah, right, this isn't a phase; it's what we want to do with our lives', it became 'Oh! You must be a bunch of sluts! You dykes, you whores.'"


There is nothing new about women being called sluts and whores and bitches when they venture into male dominated territory. What are those words and concepts - bitch, whore, slut, etc- but ways of regulating women's behavior, disciplining us into staying in our narrow little spheres? Suffragettes demanding the right to vote were spat upon and called similar disparaging names. As Susan Faludi documented in her book Backlash, women venturing into male dominated workforces, to do traditionally "masculine" work, are often greated with extreme forms of sexual harassment. Perhaps one day you'll find a photo from a skin mag taped on your locker; perhaps the next day it'll be the word "whore" in big black letters for all to see. In this woman hating, sex fearing culture, a "slut", or "whore" is the worst thing a woman can be. It says a lot that these sexually loaded terms are used against women when they venture out of the "feminine" sphere in ways that have nothing to do with sexual behavior.

The Riot Grrrls knew the power of these words, knew what they were for, and responded by writing them on their bellies in big black letters and walking around in half shirts with their bellies, and these powerful words, for all to see. They refused to be disciplined, and they refused to let the boys at punk shows tell them to "show us your tits" and get away with it. The Riot Grrrls claimed those labels - "slut", "whore", "bitch" and turned them upside down. If I'm a slut or a whore or a bitch because I'm doing what you've always felt privileged to do - whether that be fucking or rocking or speaking my mind- well than I'm damn proud to be a slut whore bitch. And by the way, fuck you and that medieval horse you rode in on.

The fact is, rocking women are threatening to some people, just like women making inroads into areas once dominated by men are always threatning to some people. It's not just men who are threatened, either. If you've got a narrow and rigid idea of gender, and your identity and sense of self is strongly associated with that concept, then you're going to feel threatened by people who cross those boundaries. And especially, perhaps, if you're male and enjoy male privilege and have a stake in masculine supremacy. How threatening must it be to have a bunch of chicks suddenly challenging your right to your privilege? How special is masculinity, anyway, if just anyone can do it, even a bunch of girls?

So the sad reality of it all is that our deeply ingrained notions of gender shape how we understand rock music just as they shape how we understand everything else. If we value masculinity in men, a male rocker is going to seem like the ultimate studly man. If we value femininty in women, a female rocker is going to seem to like a freak, a trangressor, a poser, a dyke whore slut. And when we have this scaredy cat music industry run by a bunch of money grubbing CEOs who want to play it safe and sign "marketable" acts and understand women's appeal almost entirely in terms of tits and ass, a gender transgressor is not going to get a lot of support.

Rock stars are not born, they are made. They are made by the rock star machine. The rock star machine is the music industry, which is made up of A & R people who are probably more concerned about their careers than whether or not we all get to hear innovative, excellent music. It is made up of CEOs who are concerned about generating a profit and keeping the shareholders happy. It's made up of PR people, marketing people, radio station music directors and program managers (who can add a song to a playlist, or not, and thereby break an artist, or not) music writers and critics, and people who order product for record stores. And a bunch of other people. And each one of these people has attitudes and tastes shaped by the gender ideology of their culture.

The production of a rock star usually invovles the commitment of a craploads of money for promotion. It takes a village to raise a rock star, and it takes a lot of money and a lot of time. People are making phone calls, people are crafting an image, people are coming up with promotions and cross promotions and making sexy videos and doing the behind the scenes work to get the songs on the radio and the videos on MTV and to get you into Rolling Stone and on and on and on. And when it pays off, the record company makes a ton of money, and when it fails, they lose a ton of money. And so if the record company doesn't think you have a shot at being a rock star, they don't pour the money and the time into promoting you, and you go nowhere.

And they're not going to make this investment in you if they don't really believe you have a shot.

And if you are a gender transgressor - a bitch, slut, whore, dyke, or someone who comes off that way to narrow minded audiences- they aren't likely to do it. And so, whatever your ambitions, if you're not ready and willing to tart it up - to lose a few pounds and start doing pilates three hours a day, to wear a sexy outfit and purr and pout, or write and sing songs that make you seem more victim-like and less threatening (Alannis Morissette anyone?) you're likely to end up at a small, independent label, or maybe nowhere. And there's nothing wrong with the small, independent labels - those are my favorite labels, and many of them are very supportive of women artists of all kinds - but it's funamentally unfair that many women artists don't have options beyond the small labels.

And it means that we will continue to have far fewer girls being inspired to pick up a guitar at age 12, like Momentary Academic did, and far more boys being inspired to pick up a guitar at age 12. And that means that we all lose out, because there is talent being wasted, and there are possibilities not even being dreamed of. And that is just a damn shame.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Sunday Morning Reading (and pizza)

Waiting for my mom to get back from teaching Sunday school, sitting in her kitchen drinking coffee and eating reheated pizza for breakfast. I also had a chocolate chip cookie. And I'm listening to my favorite Christian indie-folk-rocker, Sufjan Stevens. I figure if I'm going to listen to the Devil's Music (cuz that's what Rock n Roll is, ya know) while polluting my temple with junk food in my born-again Christian mom's kitchen, it should at least be Christian Devil's Music. MMMM, I love me some Sufjan Stevens. Sometimes the kids who are infused with the love of the Lord make real pretty music.

Anyway.

Here's what I'm reading this morning:

How often do deceitful whores women lie about rape? And what does the way we discuss the issue say about how we think about women, men, and and rape?

Action Alert: Tell fundies to shove it. Love is better than hate. So, okay, you don't like gay marriage. Well, then, don't read the article about the gay wedding. Again: It's that simple, people. Just get OVER it, already!

New York abandoning their death penalty rather than changing their law to make it constitutional.

Half of New York residents opposed to the death penalty? What's wrong with New York? Don't they care about the Culture of Life? You know the only way to keep the Culture of Life strong is to kill people. So what if some of them are innocent and had lawyers who were asleep and drooling on themselves during the trial? That's the price we pay for Freedom!

Working on a dysfunctional dial-up connection, so that's all for now.

Happy Sunday!

Caramel is pronounced with two OR three syllables.

I'm visiting the parents, who don't have high speed internet and don't know about the blog, so posting is likely to be light for the next few days. I'm very busy eating too many caramels and dining in restaurants in malls, courtesy of the parents. And wondering if it would be possible to sneak into the rodeo, cuz it's rodeo weekend here.

And blog surfing at 10:30 on a Saturday night.

But I've got some recommended reading.

bitch.phd. has filed her taxes and is on a roll. All of her recents posts are fantastic, but first check out this post on the "where are all the women scientists" issue.

I for one love an angry bitch on a roll. No, that's not a sandwich....it's a reference to this post.

Also, she links to this amazing piece on a man who saved hundreds of lives during the Rwandan genocide in 1994.

The Daily Pepper has this post about the one day UC-wide AFSCME strike, which I also participated in and am planning to blog about. But read hers. (All I'll say right now is, University of California, SHAME ON YOU.)

And via Feministe:



Your Linguistic Profile:



55% General American English

20% Yankee

15% Upper Midwestern

5% Dixie

0% Midwestern




I've lived in California my entire life. I'm not sure if this linguistic profile reflects family influence or my tendency to pick up speech patterns that I find interesting..but, uh, there you go.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Chicks Rock

I hereby announce that I am starting a series on Rock and Gender. If anyone has any ideas for what I can call it, besides "Rock and Gender", which is lame, let me know. I was thinking of "Where are all the women rockers?" , as a snarky reference to that stupid "where are all the women bloggers?" question, but that discussion is so irritating that it's not even funny. But I am going to be dealing with the question of the whereabouts of the women rockers.

And here's the first offering:

Why I Don't Rock

I have a friend (male- do I even need to say it?) who decided to become a musician after seeing "Hard Day's Night" as a boy. The sight of all those girls screaming in sexual frenzy at the sight of the Beatles was a revelation. Girls dig boys in bands. Even proper looking girls can be made to froth at the mouth for a rock star boy.

He got himself a guitar and learned to play.

I'm envious of his experience, because now that I'm an adult I wish that I'd been inspired to pick up an instrument when I was a kid. It didn't even occur to me, and that's not due to a lack of imagination. Or not just a lack of imagination.

I think it's because:

When I was a kid, almost all the female musicians popular at the time were pretty, sexy flirty types. And most of them didn't play instruments, they sang and vamped. I didn't see myself as pretty, and I certainly wasn't flirty. There was no one I could even imagine emulating. And I liked rock music from an early age, and almost all of the good rock music the radio was playing was made by boys. The lesson the radio taught me, and MTV too, was that people like me didn't make rock music. It wasn't a conscious thing; these lessons we learn are often learned at the subconscious level.

When I was in grade school, I wanted to be a doctor. One day in school my teacher had everyone share their career ambitions, and when I said I wanted to be a doctor, a boy in the class told me it was impossible. Girls aren't doctors; they're nurses. The teacher didn't correct him, and I was devastated. I went home and told my parents, and they assured me he was wrong. But they did more than that. They made sure that the next time I visited a doctor at Kaiser, it was a woman. They showed me by example.

I wonder what they would have done if I'd said I wanted to be a rock star. What examples could they have presented me with at the time? (Assuming they'd want to encourage me, not scare me off the idea).

But I didn't want to be a rock star. It wasn't even on my radar the way was for many boys my age. Not even as a faint desire.

Girls aren't rock stars; they're groupies.

And it's not even about rock star dreams, really. It's about the sense of possibility kids have for what they can be and what they can do. It's about the fact that it didn't occur to me that I could do more than listen to or consume rock music, that I could produce it too. That's what boys did.

I remember having a high school crush on a friend's brother. He was in a band, and she took me to his band practice so I could sit there and look cute and hope that he would talk to me. It was band practice for him and groupie practice for me. At the time, I was perfectly comfortable in that role. It was normal to me then.

Vomit.

There have been women rockers for as long as there's been rock music, but they have for the most part remained underappreciated and not very visible. When I started getting into punk music in high school, it was easy for me to find all the already classic boy punk bands from the 1970/early 1980s . It wasn't until I got into college radio that I learned about the women: The Slits, Crass, the Raincoats,, Kleenex/Lilliput,, X-Ray Spex, and many others. Many people only discovered the Raincoats when Kurt Cobain started talking them up. It's great that Cobain went out of his way to support the Raincoats and get them some much deserved recognition, but it makes a sad statement that it took a male rockstar to get these ladies wider recognition.

Even today, "alternative" radio will play the Sex Pistols, The Clash, The Dead Kennedys, and X (one woman!), but not the bands I've named above. The one time I heard the Slits on my local alt rock station was when Le Tigre was being interviewed on the air before they played a show in town. The DJ was playing stuff Le Tigre likes. But the funny thing about that is that the station doesn't even play Le Tigre; they were just being temporarily cool in honor of the show in town.

It's so freaken frustrating. And I'm going to get some of this frustration out of my system over the next few weeks by venting to you all about it.

Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard. But I think, Oh bondage, up yours!

White People are Normal

Dear Vons,

Today when I was looking for soothing lip balm in my neighborhood Vons store, I noticed that you guys added a new section to the hair products aisle. It's got products made for black people's hair. I'm glad you finally noticed that this neighborhood is, like, 25% black. Congratulations on your observation skills!

But did you really have to label the section "ethnic"? No really. Did you really have to do that?

Why did you do that?

Why didn't you just label it "Other". As in "The Other". As in, "Not-white (which is the 'normal', non-ethnic group)".

Every other section in that aisle has a label like "hair products", or "eye care", or "cosmetics". So what is up with "ethnic"?

So you noticed the weird black people and their weird ethnic hair in your store and you figured you'd make it easy for them to find the hair products they want by sticking the big old "ethnic" label on it? Because they know they are the ones with the ethnicity, and they would be drawn to the label?

WTF, Vons?

Friday, April 15, 2005

California Comes to its Senses

It's hard for me to write about my governor because I despise him so very, very much. It's hard not to just dissolve into a hot lava flow of disgust. It's hard to complete a sentence about him without resorting to the drunken sailor's vocabulary that's always teetering on the tip of my tongue, anyway.

I didn't want this guy to be my governor. It was clear to me from the beginning of the recall campaign that this was a right-wing power grab. Yes, Governor Gray Davis sucked, but he also got blamed for things that were not exclusively his fault and could just as easily be blamed on Republican policies, like the energy crisis/Enron scandal. And even though Davis sucked, I knew Arnold would suck worse, because when he claimed to be ready to "stand up" against "special interests", he meant union labor, not corporate criminals like Ken Lay and Co. He was ushered in to bring back the bad old days of that meanie Pete Wilson (who was responsible for the energy deregulation fiasco that Davis got blamed for). Like his friend/campaign manager Pete, Arnold would be all about union busting, cuts to education, more prisons fewer schools, etc.

And people were just blinded by that cosmetic dentistry enhanced macho movie star smile. He was like a shot of viagra for the emasculated psyche of California. The frat boys were so excited to vote for him. The "groping" allegations just made him look even more manly and forceful.

Gross.

Now it looks like the charm's wearing off. Arnold's approval rating is slipping.

The Salon story tells us:

Some 49 percent agreed with the statement: "He's too interested in gimmicks, public relations and image."


Well, duh. When did you figure that out? He relied upon his movie star image to win the freaken race. Gimmicks? What were you thinking when he incorporated lines from his films into his gubernatorial campaign?

So what did it? What turned the tide against him?

In his arrogance, Arnold didn't think twice about publicly attacking nurses, teachers, and firefighters as "public interests" that California needs to "fight". While taking lots of money from pharmaceutical companies and insurance companies.

From Salon:

The first indication that things were veering off track for Team Arnold came with his promise at the end of last year to "kick the butts" of nurses protesting against his proposals to reduce nurse-patient ratios. "Pay no attention to those voices over there," Schwarzenegger told a conference as it was disrupted by a group of nurses protesting against him. "They are the special interests. Special interests don't like me in Sacramento [California's capital] because I kick their butt."

Then, during his State of the State speech in January, his confidence, or perhaps his inexperience, got the better of him. He said he would take on special interests by introducing merit pay for teachers, reforming the pensions of state employees and redrawing constituencies. But a clause in the pension reform plan would have removed death and disability benefits from the system, leaving the grieving relatives of, for example, firefighters, stranded.


Arnold kicks their butt? More like they kick Arnold's butt. As the story details, there was a swift,butt-kicking response.

The protests started almost immediately. The California Nurses Association organized demonstrations at his normally discreet fundraising dinners at homes in the Hollywood hills and hotels in San Francisco. A light plane was a frequent uninvited guest at Schwarzenegger events, towing a banner through the skies reading "California is not for sale." Protesters even blocked the red carpet for a film premiere, forcing Schwarzenegger to enter the cinema through a side entrance.

Then another previously unseen phenomenon began to appear, this time on California's television screens: the anti-Arnold commercial. Teachers joined firefighters and nurses joined police officers to denounce Arnold's wicked ways.


I love these commercials. I've been seeing them on TV and hearing them on the radio and they make my brittle little heart feel a little bit warmer. These commercials call him out on his hypocrisy and make him sound like the big fat anti-worker meanie that he really truly is.

It'll be a good day in California when this mean little man gets his butt kicked right out of office.

Friday Random Ten: Where Are My Girls?

This used to be called "Friday Random Ten: Where My Girls At?" But out of respect for Lauren, who might answer that the girls are right before the "at", I've changed this week's title to a more grammatically correct one.

So, Where Are My Girls?

They are here in this edition of Friday Random Ten (plus one, because #11 turned out to be Dolly Parton, and I cannot be expected to leave Dolly off the list when she misses the ten by only one. )

Where Aren't My Girls?

For the most part, they aren't on commercial radio. At least, they aren't on commercial rock radio. And they are not on college radio in representative numbers. I tried to do something about it when I was a college radio DJ, and I know there are other chick DJ's (and maybe some boys?) who make a point of giving the ladies their air time. But there's still something very, very wrong when you can listen to an "alternative rock" station for an hour, or two, or three, and not hear a single female voice, or a band with a female musician in it. It's a darn shame. And it reminds me of that stupid "where are all the women bloggers" issue. Just because you're not aware of them doesn't mean they're not there, and there are lots of reasons why you're not aware of them, including that boring old thing called "sexism".

So, here's my Friday Random Ten (plus one), full of female talent. Enjoy!

1. Tilly & the Wall - Nights of the Living Dead
2. Nina Simone - Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
3. Wanda Jackson - In the Middle of a Heartache
4. Blonde Redhead - Equus
5. Crass -- Berkertex Bible
6. The Go! Team - Huddle Formation
7. Erykah Badu (with Common) - Steady on the Grind
8. Vashti Bunyan - Some Things Just Stick in Your Head
9. Metric - Succexy
10. Mates of State - Starman
11. Dolly Parton - Why'd You Come in Here Looking Like That?

How To Have Abstinence Only Sex

We all know by now that the only thing that counts as "real sex" is penis-in-vagina intercourse. That's just common knowledge, thanks to Bush-funded abstinence-only "education" (and, according to the gifted comedian Rush Limbaugh, Bill Clinton.) But information on how to remain abstinent while also having lots of hot, orgasmic sex has been harder to come by. (so to speak).

No longer!

The Abstinence Only website offers a "Celebration of Non-Penetration", and lots of good solid "how to's", an "Ask Dr. Frist" advice column, and a section for "your stories".

From the site:

Here's some fun things that faith partners can do besides have sex.

1) Go out to a movie or watch TV! Make some popcorn and have a popcorn party!

2) Engage in wholesome sports activities or play board games like checkers, chess or Monopoly!

3) Rigorously rub your face, body and genitalia against those of your faith partner until orgasm. (Also known as 'faith-fucking')


There's more great advice where that came from, and the best part of it all is that the folks behind the site own abstinceonly.com, abstinenceonly.org, and abstinenceonly.edu, which means that before long, they will come up tops in search results for "abstinence only". Genius.

(And do follow the Rush Limbaugh link. it's good stuff)

(thanks to Jesus' General, who posted on this today)

(Cross-posted at Feministe)

Thursday, April 14, 2005

A gay man, a child molesting priest, and a rapist priest walk into a bar....

And die. Which two get the proper Catholic funeral?

A while back, I wrote about the case of the San Diego gay man who was denied a Catholic funeral by Bishop Robert Brom on grounds that he was a nasty sodomite owner of an "adult entertainment" business (read: gay bar). A week or so later, the Bishop apologized and gave the man a Catholic mass. I was all "sometimes good things happen! People are good!" Etc.

I don't know how I missed this, but I suppose it shouldn't have come as a surprise to learn that Bishop Brom may have had an ulterior motive for that apology. It came so quickly, and with no explanation. It was, I admit, a bit fishy. But I wanted to think that something good was happening, that this Bishop had seen the light.

Ha!

According to this story, Bishop Brom got in some hot water with homo haters for issuing that apology. And then he made a couple of desperate phone calls to his friend James Hartline, identified in the story as an "evangelical activist".

From the story:

"James, please take my call," Brom said in a message left Tuesday on the machine. "I have to explain how it's all wrong and how I was done in. We need to talk and we need to meet. Please call me back immediately."


"Done in"? Huh? " It's all wrong?" Whu? Doesn't sound like he was sincere about that apology. Sounds like he feels like he was forced to make it.

Then he called again:

"This is Bishop Brom begging you to call me back. I did not cave in. I stood for our position and I still do, but I need to explain, and I need your help."


He stands for "our position", which is, presumably, that homos should burn in hell. Oh, excuse me, be denied a proper Catholic burial.

So if that's true, why the apology? What gives?

Americablog has an answer. He quotes a Dallas Morning News story from 2002:

[Bishop Robert Brom] is one of about a dozen U.S. bishops who have been accused of sexual misconduct in recent years. Catholic leaders in Minnesota, where Bishop Brom once headed the Diocese of Duluth, have paid a settlement to a former seminarian who alleged that he was coerced into sex.

A spokeswoman for the bishop recently told The Boston Globe that "minimal insurance" money was paid to the accuser, who agreed to retract his claim. Two archbishops who helped negotiate the deal in the mid-1990s said the man received roughly $100,000. The man alleged that in the 1980s, Bishop Brom and other high-ranking clergymen pressured him and other young men to have sex at a seminary in Winona, Minn. Bishop Brom has denied any sexual misconduct and has said that an investigation disproved what the former seminarian "thought he remembered."

In San Diego after Bishop Brom took over, questions arose about how his top aides handled the 1993 case of the Rev. Emmanuel Omemaga, who was accused of raping a 14-year-old girl after her grandfather's funeral, tying her to a bed and photographing her in bondage. The diocese has said it suspended the priest when it first learned of the accusation, then let him go home to the Philippines on vacation.


(There's more for you when you follow the link).

So, all of us pointing out the hypocrisy in the denial of a Catholic mass to a gay man by a Church that gives Catholic mass to its own child molester priests? Even more right-on than we realized.

The man who wanted to deny a gay man who, as far as I know, was never accused of molesting any boys, was in fact accused of molesting a boy. And of mishandling the case of another priest who was accused of rape.

And now there's speculation that Bishop Brom apologized because he knew that if he did not, his past actions - or, excuse me, alleged actions - would be at the center of a new scandal.

Sometimes absurd things continue to happen!

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Asexuals: It's Not Just For Amoebas Anymore

The February Utne Reader has a piece on asexuality, a "promo" of which is available on their website. Most of the time when I hear someone described as "asexual", it's an insult, like calling someone "creepy", or "unappealing" or "not really human". Many people assume that everyone has sexual interest in other human beings; we seem to have more awareness that some people are sexually attracted to children or animals than we have awareness that some people aren't sexually attracted to anyone. But apparently, asexuals are organizing and trying to become more visible, and better understood.

From the article by Laine Bergeson:

These self-described asexuals are "announcing to the world that they are not broken or defective, or sexually dysfunctional" writes Sylvia Pagan Westphal in New Scientist (Oct. 16, 2004). They are simply "100 percent uninterested in sex." Unlike celibates, who choose to abstain from intercourse even if they are physically attracted to another person, asexuals claim to not be aroused by either gender at any time.

The newly organized drive to bring asexuality out of the closet is taking a lead from the gay liberation movement, according to the Asexuality Visibility and Education Network (AVEN). Like the gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender community, AVEN strives to offer asexuals a sense of belonging without infringing on their diverse senses of identity. For instance, some people identify as both gay and asexual, some masturbate (albeit without fantasizing about a specific person), while others enter sexual relationships as a way to express romantic or emotional attraction (but not to satisfy a sex drive). Many asexuals describe "romance drives," or the need to be intimate, but not sexual, with another person.


I have to admit that when I saw the photograph of David Jay, the 22 year old founder of AVEN (not available in the online version of the article) I thought, "What a shame. This boy is FOXY". But that was the pervert in me, assuming that it is somehow a "waste" that this fine looking young man is asexual and will never be some woman or man's favorite sexual memory. The sex scholar in me says, "wow. This is yet another way human beings are fascinating in their diversity".

So let's go with that.

According to the AVEN website, not many people identify as asexual because it's not really presented as an option. The site predicts that as the idea gains visibility, more people will find that it fits them better than "pre-existing ideas of sexuality".

This makes sense to me. While I admit that it's hard for me to imagine being asexual, I can relate to this notion of people feeling limited or confined or ignored by "pre-existing ideas of sexuality". None of our most visible labels (straight, gay, bisexual) have ever appealed to me, so I've chosen to eschew labels altogether. At the same time, I understand the political, social, and personal reasons for labels. Organizing for greater visibility or to gain political rights requires some kind of label. Sometimes self acceptance requires a label.

So now there's another label gaining visibility.

Here's a quote from "AVEN guy" on the AVEN site:

As an asexual, my friend thinks, I must be innocent. Once I’ve experimented with sexual activity (and gotten the construct to work) there will, presumably, be no going back. The opposite it true. Asexuality is not, as my friend imagines, about staying within the confines of friendship. For me it is about breaking down the highly constructed system of activities by which relationships other than friendship are accessed. Asexuality is about falling in love over a conversation. Living as an asexual is not about refusing to open a door, it’s about carving out new ones.


Check out AVEN's FAQ. I think there's much to learn about human sexuality from people who identify as asexual.

As for me, I'm thinking I might like to pick up one of their "Asexuals: It's Not Just For Amoebas Anymore" T-Shirts.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

America Haters Unite!!

Do you hate families? Do you hate democracy? Do you hate freedom? Of course you do! Why else would you be reading a blog written by a shrill, ranting, trollopy feminist?

It's time for you to make your voice heard. Join fellow freedom haters (liberals, fags, dykes, trollopy feminists, childless whores, puppy kickers, activist judges, etc) at the We Hate Freedom protest in June.

Don't just sit there stewing in your own hate. Activate!

Monday, April 11, 2005

The Roots of My Insomnia

(Inspired by JL Pagano, who has been publishing lovely autobiographical pieces over at his blog. Childhood's what makes us.)

When I was a child, my mother liked to give me particularly bad news while we were travelling in her car. We were in the car when she told me that she and my father were divorcing. And we were in the car when she told me that her new boyfriend, with whom we lived, was dying of cancer and had about four months to live.

When H. got sick, he moved out of the house we all lived in together. I was told that H. was in the hospital and couldn't help us out financially. My mom was suddenly solely responsible for the mortgage on the house they had bought together, so she took a second job to pay the bills.

I was eight years old and suddenly I was alone in the house most days from early in the morning until late at night.

One day the body of a woman was found in the riverbed a few blocks from our house. It was the second female body that had turned up in that river in the space of several months.

I started feeling afraid a lot of the time.

My mom took to sleeping with a homemade dummy in the bed with her, shaped to resemble the sleeping body of a large man. She made up one of her styrofoam wig heads to resemble a man's head. She put a wig on it. She made the body out of pillows and clothing. She put it under the covers at night, and took it out of the bed in the morning.

I remember asking her if I could sleep with a dummy too. She just said no, with no explanation. I thought she was being cruel and selfish; I was too young to understand that the person she was afraid of targetted adult women, and that it wouldn't make sense for a little girl to be sleeping next to a man, anyway. It might be obvious that the body was fake.

The dummy body in the bed made my mom feel a little bit safer. But nothing made me feel safe. I would lie awake at night, too aware of every single noise the creaky house made, every cat footstep outside my window, every whisper of the wind. I could hear my own heart beating. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. It sounded like soldiers marching.

That was the beginning of my insomnia.

Andrea Dworkin, R.I.P.

Andrea Dworkin has died.

Pinko Feminist Hellcat has an obituary with some good links.

I don't have much to add, except this bit of personal history.

Andrew Dworkin's ideas were part of my introduction to feminism. I read her in my first feminist theory class, along with other "2nd wave" feminist theorists. That was the angriest year of my life. I would sit in that seminar every Wednesday night and I would be so worked up by the end of it - so, so, so angry at patriarchy, at men, at the world - that I'd have to drive around for a while until I was calm enough to go home and not tear into my poor sweet boyfriend. (Who meant well, he really did, but when I came home in that mood after that class there was not much chance that he'd avoid setting me off).

During those painful months, Andrea Dworkin's thinking on pornography as "rape culture" made me think long and hard about my attraction to pornography, and caused me no small intellectual crisis. Her analysis of rape was so brutal, her intellect so sharp, that I felt bludgeoned by her ideas. She forced me to think through every previously unexamined idea I had about men, women, and sex. It was a long and uncomfortable process, but I came out the other side a better thinker.

Ultimately I rejected many of her ideas, but they are still there in my head, part of the framework of my feminist consciousness.

I offer this one link that I think everyone should check out. It's a speech Dworkin gave to an audience of men, in which she challenged them to fight to end rape. Read it, and see if you aren't moved and challenged by it.

Jerky Joker Bryan Barton for Congress!

A day or so ago, I wrote about Bryan Barton, the Arizona Minuteman/racist rag editor .

Well, as The General has discovered, Bryan Barton is running for Congress, 53rd District of California.

That happens to be my district, so I happen to know that Barton (a "Conservative Christian") doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of winning the seat away from the incumbent Democrat.

But I don't think Barton really wants to win.

According to his website, Barton's campaign will address issues such as "socialist security", "illegal immigration", and "marijuana cigarettes". Marijuana cigarettes as a campaign issue. That's funny, right? Calling social security "socialist security" is, like, totally funny, right? Like jokes about camel-humping Muslim men are funny?

And we already know, thanks to Barton, how funny illegal immigration can be.

On the top of the list of groups Barton says he will represent as Congressman are "fraternities and sororities". That's funny, too, right?

On Barton's website, he defends himself against the ACLU's accusation that he "illegally detained" the Mexican border crosser in Arizona. He's got video and news stories so you can see for yourself.

In one of those news stories, Barton's friend Steve York is quoted saying that Barton was just trying to draw attention to the "lack of resources" at the border. Steve York knows what it's like to be at the center of a scandal with people questioning your motives and your sense of humor. York is currently at the center of a new controversy involving The Koala and its UCSD closed circuit campus TV show, "Koala TV". On "Koala TV", York aired footage of himself having sex with a woman, and some people are irate because for some reason they don't think campus TV should be used for student-made porn. But using campus TV to air footage of yourself having sex is funny, right?

The fact that that Barton took York with him to the desert and let him talk to the press, along with lots of other details on his site, leads me to believe that the run for congress is a publicity stunt, just like the stunt at the border was a publicity stunt. I'm just guessing that someone serious about a run for Congress as a "conservative Christian" wouldn't take a campus porn star to a highly publicized event to be his spokesperson. No, I think Barton's trying to make a career for himself as a joker entertainer/humorist, not a politician.

According to Barton's site, he's documentating his run for Congress (which presumably includes the Minuteman incident) for a "reality TV" show. We'll see if it makes it past "Koala TV'.

I suppose I just lack a sense of humor, because I didn't think "Jizzlam" was funny, and I don't think desperate border crossers are funny, and I don't think running for Congress just to turn yourself into a celebrity is funny. I'm not worried that Barton's going to end up as my representative, but I am not looking forward to seeing his smirky little face and hearing about his little stunts on the news for the next few months. He's just not funny.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

New Links

This week while I've been guest blogging over at Feministe, I've read some great stuff written by fellow guest bloggers and had some excellent conversations in the comments sections of various posts. And now I've added links on the sidebar to two sites run by a couple of my fellow Feministe guestbloggers.

Ryan runs Imposter Syndrome

He's a smarty pants science type grad student in Indiana who is working on a "nanotube" project. I don't have any idea what that entails, but the images he posts of it are neato and I'm sure if I keep digging around in his archives I'll eventually figure it out. He writes about other stuff, too, and he does so in a very thoughtful way. Kind of like what you might except from a good scientific thinker. I think I will be learning a lot from him.

Dylan blogs over at Something Requisitely Witty and Urbane. He lives in Dallas, Texas. His posts this week at Feministe have been provocative, which to me is one of the highest compliment one can pay a writer.

I hope you will go check these folks out.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

What Do the Arizona Minutemen and Jokes About Camel-Humping Muslims Have in Common?

Bryan Barton.

He's the guy who just got kicked out of the Minutemen for recording video and taking photographs of himself with a border crosser. The photos also featured a T-shirt with Barton's likeness and the phrase "Bryan Barton caught an illegal alien and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.".

Over at Pandagon, there's a bit of debate in the comments section on this post about whether or not Bryan Barton and other Minuteman volunteers are motivated by racism.

Well, I know something about Bryan Barton. Bryan Barton served as editor of the Koala, a University of California San Diego student publication known for its "racy" humor. It's "racy" to have frequent references to fudge packing fags and rice eating Asians. And cum guzzling whores.

The Koala got in some hot water a while back for publishing a "special issue" called "Jizzlam: The Entertainment Magazine for Islamic Men". This was during Bryan Barton's tenure as editor.

The issue is still available in the Koala online archive, so you can take a look and see if you think it crosses the line from "racy" to "racist".

The issue features pornographic illustrations of Muslim women in "prayer positions" (being penetrated by a variety of dark penises in a variety of ways) and depicts Muslim men as camel-humpers and rapists. It has a section called "The Jizzlam Guide To Mailbombs". It has a "Sand and Sun Islamic Sex Shop" featuring an "inflatable love camel", "tears of Allah after-sex acid" for throwing in the "bitch's" face after you "blow your load", and "bomb shaped butt plugs".

Here's a charming excerpt:

I had been traveling for 40 days and 6 nights when I happened upon a young woman getting water from the well. I made a loud noise so she would look up and when she did we both knew it was my responsibility to maim and eventually kill her for her transgression against Allah. I felt the rising of the flesh and came towards her. Like a she-camel her skin was soft and fuzzy. I repeatedly bashed her head in with a rock and then had sex with her delicious corpse which I ate soon after.


Of course, Bryan Barton says that it was all in fun, and that the Koala didn't mean to "hurt" anyone. Which is probably what he was thinking when he was posing for those pictures in the desert. It's "fun" to use desperate human beings as the butt of jokes, just like it's "fun" to use an oft misunderstood and stereotyped religious group (of which there are many members on the campus where your rag is published) as the butt of jokes.

Fun!

[cross posted at Feministe]

You're looking old. Have some Tylenol P.M.

Dear McNeil Consumer and Specialty Pharmaceuticals,

Congratulations on your genius new ad campaign for Tylenol P.M. I've heard your new radio ad several times in the last few days. It's the one with the woman speaking to me like she's my friend, telling me that if I don't get enough sleep I'm going to look older. Old. Shudder.

The great thing about the ad is that you're giving me something more to be anxious about when I can't sleep. And that make it even more likely that I'll think I need a Tylenol PM. That's how insomnia works: when insomniacs start thinking about the consequences of lost sleep, this endless horrible cycle of worrying about the not sleeping and then not being able to relax to sleep and then not sleeping and then worrying about the not sleeping etc etc kicks in. That's one of the big problems insomniacs have; they can't turn off their brains and let sleep overtake them. So the genius of your ad is that it contributes to the problem and then offers a pill solution.

Gregg D. Jacobs is a Harvard sleep researcher and the author of Say Good Night to Insomnia, in which he outlines a six week drug free program for getting over insomnia. In his book, Jacobs says that many over-the-counter sleep aides like Tylenol P.M. don't have the stigma of prescription sleeping pills, and that's one of the reasons sales were over 100 million bucks in the year he has stats for, 1992. Funny thing is, there's no evidence they work any better than a sugar pill!

In fact, they are just antihistamines with an analgesic added in. They cause drowsiness in some people, but they cause increased anxiety in others, and they often produce side effects such as daytime sedation, disturbance of REM sleep, and psychological dependence.

But they work as well as a placebo because when an insomniac thinks she's taking something that's going to put her to sleep, her anxious worrying little brain (I'm going to look OLD!) relaxes and she's able to sleep. The placebo effects is really strong with insomniacs. But these pills don't address the underying causes of insomnia, and they are not going to help anyone learn how to sleep. Instead, they often get stuck in this sleeping-pill trap where they feel dependent on the pill. Even though it's not actually putting them to sleep; it's just tricking their brains into relaxing.

So, congratulations on your clever marketing campaign. I'm glad you found a way to continue exploitating people's desperate desire to sleep so that you can continue to line your pockets with cash.

Sincerely,

Insomniac.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Hey you! You in the car! Yeah, you!

An open letter to car drivers:

Dear Car Drivers,

Hello. You know me. I'm the one on the bike, trying hard not to die.

I ride a bike for a bunch of reasons:

The weather is nice here. Why not ride a bike?
Gas is expensive. Biking is free!
Cars pollute. Bikes do not!
It's good exercise.
One fewer car on the road.

But I have to ask a favor of you. Can you please try just a little bit harder not to do things that put my life at risk?

For example, when you park your car on the side of the road/in the bike lane, can you look before you open the door? I'm still paying for all the chiropractic treatment that I needed after the last time someone forgot to look. And yeah, it makes a good story, but lying in the street wondering if you've broken your back isn't that fun.

When you're behind me, don't get all mad and frustrated that I'm in your way. I have a right to be on the road as much as you do, and you'll get a chance to pass me. What you may not be aware of is that I can't ride any closer to the cars on the side of the road, because they are a danger to me. (See above). Sometimes I have to be in your way.

When you do something that puts my life in danger and I yell "watch out!" please don't flip me off and yell obscenities at me. Especially you in the big green SUV at that one stop sign. It's actually your responsibility to stay at the stop sign until I'm out of your way. Maybe you don't care about my life, but you probably care about your insurance bills. They'll go way up if you kill me.

I know that when I lean forward, sometimes you can see my underwear. I've got to make difficult choices and sometimes style wins over bike riding practicality. I really don't want to hear your opinion of my undies shouted from the window of your car.

(Any fashion designers out there who have been thinking about starting a new clothing line of fashionable, bike-ready styles, please do it already!)

Remember, there are lots of benefits to you when I ride my bike. I'm not contributing to the demand for gas, I'm not polluting, I'm not making the pot holes worse, I'm not a car in traffic, and I'm staying in shape so that your tax dollars don't have to help me out later on in life.

Thanks for your time. I'll see you on the road.

Love,

Bike riding Rat.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

My butt is raised and ready for entry sir

Okay, so, the truth is that I have the sense of humor of a 14 yr old boy.

Have you used Googlism?

Googlism is a sort of search engine into which you can enter a name or an object or a phrase and it will give you results in sentence form. So, you do a search for "George W. Bush" and it gives you a list like:

george w. bush is a criminal and should be immediately held
george w. bush is a dictator
george w. bush is the turbanator
george w. bush is a monkey


All things that have been said about George W. Bush on the web somewheres.

I just tried "my butt", because I was wondering what people were saying about my butt. Here's what people are saying about my butt on the web (edited for redundancy, especially redundancy related to weird porn stuff):


my butt is raised and ready for entry sir
my butt is too small"
my butt is raised and ready for entry sir sluts do the most
my butt is showing
my butt is too big
my butt is killing me
my butt is leaking juice
my butt is invariably followed by a negative phrase
my butt is falling asleep
my butt is very sacred to me
my butt is to slim so i would like to gain a little weight in my legs and on my butt
my butt is the only part of my body aside from my legs that has very little fat on it
my butt is sooo big
my butt is holy
my butt is lighter than the rest of my body
my butt is disappearing
my butt is just a big mac on the planet alderaan
my butt is haunted
my butt is askew
my butt is amazing
my butt is cool
my butt is covered with soft fur
my butt is out to spread laughter and destroy hoe
my butt is definetly not looking like britney's
my butt is bored
my butt is really looking good in my clothes
my butt is itching gotta gohooo
my butt is too small"
my butt is a dartboard
my butt is exposed
my butt is big and i can't help it
my butt is butt ugly
my butt is not that bad
my butt is round and feminine
my butt is so big
my butt is sooo soft
my butt is instead plagued with something that i don't like one bit
my butt is already at least 8½ pounds lighter
my butt is flat
my butt is a friend of barbie
my butt is just fine the way it is
my butt is a nice size
my butt is going to say something
my butt is never hollow cause i always seem to poop in my pants


It's like a weird sort of poetry. And it's National Poetry Month, so it's appropriate. ( I also think that it nicely expresses the mixed feelings many people have about their butts!)

Try it!

Sex Obsessed: Let Me Explain Myself

Okay, so readers of this blog (and anyone who checks out the conversations I've gotten myself into over at Feministe) may start to wonder about things like why I write so much about sex offenders, or why I write so much about sex. So I am taking this opportunity to explain my "quirky intellectual obsession", as commenter Thomas put it in regards to my last post.

He's exactly right. It's a quirky intellectual obsession, and it's what I study in my academic life. My dissertation research is about sexuality and so I think about and read about this stuff constantly. Or, maybe I study it about I think about it constantly. I'm not sure what the relationship is; it's probably a two-way thing. You take an interest, and then you start reading, and then you get more interested, and by the time you're writing a dissertation proposal, it's practically taken over your intellectual life. Sometimes I'm surprised I can think about anything else.

My research investigates aspects of the social construction of sexuality and so I spend a lot of time thinking about how human beings are shaped into the sexual beings that they are. Which is not to say that I think we are only, purely products of our environment, but that I think sexuality is social and cultural as much as or more than it is biological. (FYI, I'm not including sexual orientation in this- that's another complicated matter). So when I start musing about what produces certain kinds of sex offenders, I'm doing it from the perspective of a social scientist, and one who believes that most social problems have an origin in culture rather than biology and are therefore addressable via social and cultural means. So when I see that we have a problem with rape and other things we call "sex offenses", I want to understand what's at the root of the problem in order to think about possible solutions.

Legal solutions - getting people off the streets, setting up sex offender registries, etc - are all solutions that come too late. I'm interested in widespread social change of the kind that would produce less of this stuff. Call me a dreamer, but I think people who rely on the criminal justice system to reduce crime are the real dreamers. And I just disagree with people who say that there's nothing to be done, because some people are just "monsters" or freaks of nature or whatever. I don't think so. I think that most people who do horribe things turned into horrible-things-doing people for specific, identifiable reasons. Social scientists and psychologists have already offered us lots of explanations; now it's just up to us as a culture to make good on the data.

Sex offenders are people who were once children. Many of them were subjected to awful things. Sexual abuse, neglect, emotional abuse, whatever. The entire society pays a heavy price for the awful things that happen to children. We claim to care about what happens to children, and we feel outraged when we hear on the news about a child molester or child murderer, but bad things are happening to children all around us and most of us do nothing. It's easy to express outrage; it's a lot harder to work for change.

Many, many children are victimized, usually by members of their own families. But the most visible crimes, the ones that get the heavy news coverage, are the stranger murders.

A highly visible child murder gets people outraged at sex offenders (rightly so!) and sends the news into their typical "how we can protect our children" special report response. But it's not "how to protect your children from yourself or your husband or your brother", which is who your children are really at risk from. And it's not "how we can protect our children from poverty", which is a huge threat to children. For the most part, social scientists are not part of the conversation. So you don't see many people on TV making points about how, for example, most of the victims of these crimes are girls. And they fail to point out (because it's obvious? because it's something we take for granted?) that most of the perps are male. There is a gender element to these crimes. There is something going on with the construction of masculinity that we need to address.

Our culture's association of masculine power with sexual dominance and our culture's eroticization of feminine helplessness is part of the adult man/little girl dynamic. As is our deep deep pit of misogyny.

That is why this prison rape idea has taken hold of me. It seems that for some people, prison becomes a rape camp. For someone who already has some pretty tricky psychological issues - masculninity issues, a history of victimization of some sort, anti-social tendencies, whatever- being subjected to that kind of treatment in prison must be devastating. I think that we all pay a price for this, because when these guys get out, they are suffering from post traumatic stress, they are humiliated, and they feel emasculated. Some of them act this trauma out on fresh victims. This is a huge problem and we just don't talk about it. Prison rape is essentially invisible as a social problem. But there is plenty of reason to believe (thank the social scientists again) that prison rape produces problems for those of us who will never set foot inside a prison. Because when these guys get out, some of them are looking for revenge or redemption, and some of them will seek out the body of a child or a woman to enact it upon.

It's easy to feel outraged by the terrible things other people do. It's harder to think clearly about real things we can do to address the root causes of the terrible things other people do. I for one spend way too much time thinking about it, and that's why I end up posting way too much about it.

So there. That's my explanation.

Class dismissed.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

The Sex Offender Perspective

I swear I am not obsessed with sex offenders. Well, maybe just a little bit.

While doing research for a guest blogging post on Feministe (have you checked it out yet? You should.) I came across a couple of interesting blog discussions about sex offender registries. I have mixed feelings about sex offender registries, especially after having spent an evening digging around in one and freaking myself out about the fact that my neighborhood is full of rapists and child molesters. I don't feel any safer now that I've seen faces and addresses and crime descriptions. But I don't have kids, so I don't know what it's like to worry about having a convicted child molester living next door.

On this blog, a sex offender posted a lengthy essay in which he made some provocative points. Among them:

I never committed any offenses against my neighbors or against anyone near where I lived, worked, or frequented. I never did or would, at least for the very simple reason that I did not want to be caught and arrested...

...You are safest living near the most ex-offenders. 4. Registered ex-offenders who decide that they will continue to commit offenses will likely do so much further removed from where they live, work, or frequent. The more they think that they are being observed, the further they will remove themselves from observation. They will commit the crimes in a much more random manner where they have no ties or associations. It is much more difficult to solve these types of crimes.


This guy also points out that just knowing where the registered offenders live doesn't mean you are safe, and perhaps might give you a false sense of security. After all, your kids are much more likely to be molested by someone in or close to the family than by a neighbor, and of course not all molesters have been caught and convicted and thus registered.

So...something to think about.

Guestblogging at Feministe

Dear Kind Readers,

This week I am moonlighting as a guest blogger over at Feministe.

Lauren, who runs Feministe, is opening her blog to a handful of guest bloggers while she takes care of some Meat World business. (do people still use that concept of "meat space"? I dunno - ). I would love it if my 3 regular visitors would come hang out with me over at Feministe, check out the guest bloggers and follow their links to their own blogs, and help expand our little blogger community.

Blogging here may be light for the next couple of days while I'm hanging out at Feministe- or I may crosspost like the lazy cheater I am. In any case, I hope you'll check it out.

Love,

Alley Rat

Monday, April 04, 2005

Another Hot For Teacher Post

This time, by someone other than me.

Dorcasina has an excellent, thought provoking post at her blog.

Smart and insightful.

Holy Crap

Jesus' General always has the good stuff.

Since he is funny, and I am too horrifed to even come up with a coherent comment, just go check out what he's got on the guy who wants you to come down to the Arizona border and help the "Minutemen" fight off the coming Mexican/Chinese/Communist/Democrat/Dirty bomb invasion.

Be sure to listen to the MP3s.

Extremism is getting normal.

Get the ladies under control

Flipping channels, I came across "Scarborough Country" on MSNBC. The topic of the moment was "The Pope's legacy" and featured Pat Buchanan arguing with some women whose names I didn't catch. When I tuned in, they were disagreeing about the role of women in the Catholic Church - it seemed- and discussing the Pope's and the Church's position on birth control. Buchanan was defending the Church, saying birth control is immoral yadda yadda yadda.

At one point, while Buchanan was making some ridiculous point or other, one of the women started to respond to an inaccurate statment he had made, and Buchanan reacted by revealing the not-so-secret agenda of the anti-birth control, anti-choice, anti-women-in power-in-the-Church folks. He commanded Joe Scarborough to "Get the ladies under control!"

What a beautiful moment. Defending an anti-feminist, anti-woman, and just plain irresponsible position with a call to subdue the uppity women. And was that a hint of a challenge to Scarborough's masculinity? I mean, what kind of man lets a woman interrupt the likes of Pat Buchanan, anyway?

Get the ladies under control.

Sometimes it is that simple.

Stuck in rehab with Pat O'Brien

This guy Adam is stuck in rehab with Pat O'Brien. He doesn't know what's worse: being addicted to pain killers, or being stuck in rehab with Pat O'Brien.

Sometimes mean is fun.

(she says, hanging her head in shame).

The Threat to Marriage Quiz

Which of the following is such a threat to the sacred institution of marriage that we need a constitutional ammendment to protect marriage from it?

1. A Satan worshipping, sexually sadistic serial killer who gouged out his victims' eyes and got married while in Death Row.

2. A man who killed his 8 months pregnant wife.

3. A teacher who cheated on her husband (with whom she had several children) with a 13 year old student and conceived two children with him, and then left them with his mother while she went off to jail.

4. Convicted child molesters.

5. Convicted spousal abusers.

6. Serial adulterers.

7. People who get married and divorced over and over again.

8. My friends K. and E., who love each other dearly, treat each other with respect, and are two of the nicest, most caring, down to earth people I have ever met. And who both happen to be women.


If you guessed number 8, well you're right! Numbers 1-7 have the right to get married.

Opponents of number 8 say: "gay couples are unnatural".

But couples comprised of deranged serial killers and their groupies are a-okay?

Opponents of number 8 say: The institution of marriage will be undermined.

Indeed. Because it's such a precious, special, pristine institution into which only the highest caliber people can enter. But it won't be undermined if Scott Peterson, who cheated on and then killed his pregnant wife, accepts one of his invitations. And not if someone who liked to beat the crap out of his girlfriend makes her his wife. (And then maybe kills her when she's pregnant. Oh yeah, did you know that homicide is the number one cause of death during pregnancy?) (That's something the "right-to-lifers" seem to leave out of their data).

Opponents say: Marriage is for raising children.

Nevermind that K. and E. want to have children (that's another issue anyway); I'm sure there are a few married, heterosexual child molesters out there who agree with this sentiment.

And anyway, women are just baby machines, and marriage is just a sort of half-assed guarantee that the factory owner (the husband) is gonna stick around to oversee the functioning of the factory until the products are all built and shipped off. (Unless, of course, he freaks out and kills her while she's pregnant.)

Okay. Now I'm off to Kansas to get out the vote for their constitutional ammendment against homo marriage. Maybe while I'm there I'll stop by Death Row and see if there are any hotties. It's been a while since I got married.

(Pope's hat tip to Buffalo)

Sunday, April 03, 2005

What's Wrong With Abstinence Education: The Africa Version

So, by now you've all heard about the study that found kids who take abstinence pledges have just as many STDs as kids who don't, because they're staying "pure" by engaging in anal and oral sex instead of vaginal? Yeah. That's right.

As much as I'd love to spend a few days or hours using this study to mock the hell out of abstinence education, I'm on to something less fun this morning.

The most scary thing about the Bush "abstinence" agenda, to me, is its exportation.

In Bush world, you can give a bunch of money to African countries and tell them to use it to promote abstinence, and this is going to solve the AIDS crisis. Bush knows that abstinence is the one sure way to prevent the spread of HIV/AIDS, and it's just that simple.

There is a problem, and it goes beyond the problems we usually think of when we think about the abstinence solution. It's deeper than the fact that human beings like to have sex and are unlikely to maintain abstinence.

It has to do with the status of women.

Here are some stats:

Sub-Saharan Africa is the region of the world that is most affected by HIV & AIDS. An estimated 25.4 million people are living with HIV and approximately 3.1 million new infections occurred in 2004. In just the past year the epidemic has claimed the lives of an estimated 2.3 million people in this region. Around 2 million children under 15 are living with HIV and more than twelve million children have been orphaned by AIDS.

The extent of the epidemic is only now becoming clear in many African countries, as increasing numbers of people with HIV are now becoming ill. In the absence of massively expanded prevention, treatment and care efforts, the AIDS death toll on the continent is expected to continue rising before peaking around the end of the decade.


Okay, so it's a problem. But what does it have to do with women's status?

Here's what Human Rights Watch says:

The global HIV/AIDS pandemic is taking a catastrophic toll on women and girls. The number of HIV infections among women and girls has risen in every region in recent years, and in sub-Saharan Africa, women and girls constitute nearly 60 percent of those living with HIV. In some countries, the HIV infection rates for girls are many times higher than for boys. The rising number of HIV infections among women and girls is directly related to violence against women and their unequal legal, economic, and social status

HIV risk is fundamentally linked to abuses of women’s and girls’ rights, yet prevention policies and programs often ignore this link. A prime example of misguided HIV prevention programs are those that emphasize an “ABC” approach (“A” for abstinence, “B” for be faithful, and “C” for condom use) over programs promoting women’s and girls’ rights. ABC programs advocate behavioral changes that do not address the social realities limiting women’s and girls’ sexual autonomy and putting them at risk of HIV. Many women and girls cannot “abstain” from being brutally raped, cannot stop their husband’s infidelity, and lack the negotiating power within their abusive relationship to insist on condom use. Sules Kiliesa, a Ugandan widow, told Human Rights Watch that her husband “would beat me to the point that he was too ashamed to take me to the doctor. He forced me to have sex with him and beat me if I refused. . . . Even when he was HIV-positive he still wanted sex. He refused to use a condom. He said he cannot eat sweets with the paper [wrapper] on.”


There's more:

Another disturbing study in Zambia found that only 11 percent of women believed they had the right to ask their husbands to use a condom—even if he had proven to be unfaithful and was HIV-positive.


I think you get the point, though I encourage you to read the entire article.

There are "social realities limiting women's and girls' sexual autonomy". These social realities include rape and other forms of abuse, but also the fact that many, many women do not feel entitled to demanding that their partners wear a condom, or even asking. Many of these women do not even feel entitled to not having sex when they don't want to. Telling these women to "abstain" is like telling them to sprout wings and fly up into heaven.

They simply do not have the social power to abstain.

So, what President "Err on the side of Life" Bush needs to be doing is promoting the rights of women and girls. To save lives, he should be supporting the efforts of people who are trying to fight abuses of women and girls, not throwing money at people who will just preach to them about abstinence.

He should also be supporting efforts at empowering women to protect themselves without relying on male "permission". One such effort is the search for effective microbiocides that women control. The United States does provide funding for these research efforts, but Bush should start publicly supporting them. (Yeah, I know. When pigs fly).

This is a life and death matter, and merely supporting abstinence is going to produce more death.

When it doubt, you must err on the side of life. Right?


Saturday, April 02, 2005

Postcard Secrets

An artist created a bunch of blank postcards and invited people to write a secret they'd never told anyone on one of them. The secret havers then anonymously mailed their postcards to the artist. You can see them here.


Amazing idea, amazing art/psychology/anthropology project.

Examples (which you really have to see, because they're illustrated secrets. It's, you know, art.)

I had gay sex at church camp.
3 times


another one:

I still haven't told my father that I have the same disease that killed my mother.


and:

Everyone who knew me before 9/11 believes I'm dead


and one more:

I lied. I want her to save me.


Go look. It's beautiful.

What's your secret?

Porn and Poopy Thinking

I'm very excited because the blogosphere has a little buzz going on one of my favorite topics: female friendly porn!

It started with this article at Feministing.

There was an article from Washington Square News yesterday that caught my eye about an organized event by the National Organization of Women for Women at NYU on the evolution of the women’s porn industry.


Held at NYU last night, the speakers were Candida Royalle, the president of Femme Productions Inc., and Jayme Waxman, a Playgirl columnist and freelance pornographer who are trying to bring their feminist ideology into recent porn projects. “I wanted to give the genre a woman’s voice,” said Royalle. “It didn’t have to be something you would look at and feel dirty about.”


There's a link to the newspaper article and, I expect, by later today there will be a lively comment section.

Amanda at Pandagon chimes in as does Trish Wilson.

Actually, the thing about the lively comment section holds for all of these posts at these well read blogs. I expect that people will be disagreeing about this issue all day long on these various blogs. Porn is a controversial issue for feminist types. There are those who think it is inherently exploitative (of women), there are those who say, as someone commenting at Trish Wilson's blog did, that "women are better than men" and that making porn is a nasty thing that men do. There are those who scoff at the idea that enough women want to watch porn to support an industry. And there's the whole "men are visual, women are not" poopy thinking (addressed by Amanda in her post) that keeps people from trying it out, or forking over the capital, or whatever.

Yes, I just called a line of argument that I disagree with "poopy thinking".

Here we go again.

I'm not saying that men and women respond exactly the same to visual stimuli. I don't know that that's true, or untrue. I'm saying that people often invoke this concept of the visual sexuality of men in making arguments supporting their right to or need for porn, while denying the same for women. My mom used to it to "excuse" my stepdad's porn habit. It's how she made it okay for herself, because really it bothered her but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. So she told herself that it was just the way he was wired as a man, and that made her sort of okay with it.

So instead of letting herself explore the idea that she too might like to look at naked people having sex, she shoved the whole uncomfortable thing off into a little corner of her life.

Every single female friend I have likes looking at naked people, and naked people having sex. Despite all those people who insist that we are not visually stimulated, WE ARE. So as far as I'm concerned, that settles the whole "women aren't visually stimulated" thing. Maybe some women are not; I'm not concerned about them.

(Although, I could suggest that living in a world relatively devoid of erotic visual stimulation for heterosexual women could have something to do with it. People are often trotting out that stat about how often boys and men think of sex versus how many times women and girls do. Well, gee, I wonder if the absolutely overwhelming plethora of sexualized images of girls and woman everywhere (advertising, for example) has anything to do with that? Are sexual thoughts just inherent, or are they stimulated? As we begin to have more and more eroticized images of beautiful men, a la Details circulating in the culture, are straight women going to be more and more, uh, "stimulated"?)

Anyway: My point is that all of these silly, outdated assumptions about "female sexuality" (as if there's only one!) are both shaping and reflecting the sexual culture. When people think this way, they are unlikely to help fund a female friendly porn start-up (as the Washington Square News article notes). When people think this way, they are unlikely to dig around at the video store looking for something that appeals to them. They're unlikely to get past all that gonzo, gang bang, plastic bodies, misogynistic, jackhammering crap for something they could enjoy.

Friday, April 01, 2005

On Killing Snakes

As a red fanged, ravenous member of the Culture of Death, I receive email updates from NARAL Pro Choice America.

Today they sent a fun little quiz to make some points about what kinds of things are being taught by Bush approved "abstinence only" programs.

The Answer to question number 7:

7. Women who want to keep a partner should do what?

B: Never ever never act too smart. (Choosing the Best series. Choosing the Best Soulmate [51])


Ah, what happy memories this dredges up.

When I was about 13, my mom gave me a book written by her favorite radio psychologist, Dr. Toni Grant. It was called Being a Woman: Fullfilling Your Femininity and Finding Love. Like Dr. Laura, Dr. Toni Grant blames women for just about everything. She hates feminism, because feminism tells lies to women like: "you are valuable whether or not a man loves you" and "it is not your responsibility to make a man feel like a man by acting like a helpless girl" and "all those stereotypes about women don't necessarily apply to you, and you should be able BE whatever you want to be". Her book was an anti-feminist instruction manual for a girl like me, provided by a concerned mother who saw her little girl veerying dangerously close to independence and a distate for acting all sweet and deferential to boys and men.

One of the nuggests of wisdom I remember from Dr. Toni's book was "never kill your own snakes". The killing of snakes was a metaphor for being self sufficient and capable of protecting yourself. Because apparently, men are only good at protecting women from things, and if they feel that their woman is capable of it, they will feel worthless and abandon you with the babies. And also, they're dumb and if they think you're smart, they'll freak out and abandon you with the babies. Dr. Toni didn't actually say those exact things, but what else was I to conclude from all the advice about not acting too smart and always letting the man think he's won the argument even if you know in your heart that you're right and etc etc etc.

Being a Woman made being a woman sound like a lot of drudgery and unpleasant pretending to me. It sounded like being involved with men who didn't really respect me, and feeling grateful for their attention. It sounded like living a lie.

I think that Dr. Toni Grant played an important role in my development as a woman. Because eventually I rejected virtually every thing that woman said and went in the opposite direction.

Dr. Toni wasn't the only force in my life trying to mold me into some kind of delicate flower of "femininity". Obviously, Dr. Toni was summoned by my femme mother. And there was my step dad, the hyper masculine enforcer. I wasn't just rejecting Dr. Toni's "Ten lies of feminism" and her instructions on how to be a proper woman; I was rejecting the model of man/woman relationship I was presented with. And I had good reason to do so.

What is ironic to me about the ideology being spread by Bush supported abstinence "education" programs is that girls who acheive the type of ideal femininity that Dr. Toni is so fond of are going to be vulnerable to predatory boys. Encouraging girls to degrade themselves by downplaying their intelligence in order to hang on to a boy is opening a door to other types of self sell-out. If holding onto a (insecure, sexist) boy is more important than being your fabulous smarty pants self, what else is it more important than? Sexual self respect? Your precious "virginity"? Not being a 16 yr old mother? (Cuz you just couldn't insist that he wear a condom when you finally got around to givin' it up?)

NARAL's quiz shows us that the Bush administration and many of these other folks pushing abstinence education do not really care about disease prevention and psychological health. If they did, they'd face the reality of being human and abandon these ridiculous programs. What they care about is regulating sexuality in a very old fashioned way. What they envision is a culture where girls will be girls (feminine, deferential, submissive, sexually ignorant and therefore sexually undemanding) and boys will be boys (the rulers of the patriarchal roost, never threatened by an uppity smart woman who knows where her clit is and what it's for).

My mom was never really that person she was trying to be. The role of subsmissive femme did not come naturally to her; she had to work at it. And when I think about her instructions to me about not killing my own snakes, I remember the time when she chopped the head off a snake in our yard to protect a bird's nest. That is the woman she really is, and that is the woman she somehow taught me how to be, despite herself.