Gore 4 Pres

I totally don't think this scenario will happen in a nonillion years, but, if it did, I would find it utterly, transcendently, incandescently hilarious.

Because I always have been, am now, and always will be Al Gore's love slave.



Right this way, President Foxypants.

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News from Shakes Manor


Iain (aka Mr. Shakes) just brought me flowers. The reason: "Tae fank ye foor being sooch an adoorable wifel!"

Liss: Oh, thank you, babe!

Iain: Yoor welcoome, hoonsel.

Liss: They're beautiful, and you are lovely.

Iain: Fank ye, hoonsel. Yer noot bad yerself.

Liss: Let me take your picture.

Iain: Why? Ye canny poost it.

Liss: I would never do such a thing.

Iain: News froom Shakes Manoor, here I coome!

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Take Your Boobs and Go Home Watch

My thanks, ahem, to Nicholas Kristof for inspiring the title of this post.

Lest anyone presume that I have to go looking for this shit, I found all three of today's examples at the aggregator Memeorandum, and had absolutely no intention to write a post about this topic until I read all three examples and felt obliged to do so. And, just because I've had to say this in comments a few times lately, I'll say it again here: I have not endorsed either of the remaining candidates since my candidate, John Edwards, dropped out. Neither Clinton's nor Obama's records particularly inspire me, both of their levels of religiosity and triangulation bug me, and any appearance or actual failure of even-handedness on my part is not deliberate; it happens that Obama has more (and quicker) defenders among the contributors at Shakesville, for one thing, and, for another, I'm an active feminist and this campaign has, much to my chagrin, required all too much of my attention be drawn in defense of Clinton.

So, that said, let's look at who's telling Hillary to take her boobs and go home today...



Slate's Hillary Deathwatch

I don't guess I need to point out the whole "deathwatch" thing is a little creepy, made even more so by the fact that it is introduced with the declaration "Hillary Clinton is as good as dead," as opposed to "Hillary Clinton's campaign is as good as dead." Bonus points for referencing their own atrocious Clintometer, which measures "the chances of a Lewinsky-related ousting," right in the explanation for the "Hillary Deathwatch." I mean, it takes real class to reference a woman's husband's mistress from a decade ago in a piece where you're declaring her political fortunes dead.



Newsweek's Jonathan Alter with "Hillary's Consolation Prize?"

Perhaps Patrick Leahy really was being generous when he exhorted Hillary to drop out and move on with a "tremendous career in the Senate," because the alternative is evidently pushing her out of Washington altogether. Bonus points for noting that her husband has reportedly dismissed the idea "out of hand." If you're like me, I know you can't read an article about Hillary without thinking, "I wonder what Bill thinks about all this!"



New York Magazine asks "Who'll Stop the Pain?"

Good question. I've also been wondering "Who will stop that harpy from talking?" because her shrill tone and witch-like cackling is hurting my ears. The amazing thing about this piece is, despite its opening with an interesting anecdote (which happens to confirm what I've heard privately) about how Edwards was quite pleasanly surprised by Clinton's "solicitous and respectful" response after he withdrew from the race, and its concession that she stays in because she has a genuine fear that McCain would beat Obama, she is still, in the (literal) end cast as a maniacal freak obsessed with her own "long-range self-aggrandizement." And then, of course, there's the subhead—simultaneously suggesting her husband knows what's best, and it's that she should drop out, but she just won't listen to him!—and the artwork, which seriously could not be a more perfect visual of the idea that Hillary is a bad girl who needs scolding by the Big Boys. I can't imagine where people could be getting the impression that underlying many of the calls for Hillary to leave is some pretty nasty misogyny.

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You know, I actually get the perplexity about why those of us defending her right to keep campaigning don't concede that it's "obvious" she can't win and should drop out, and about why we don't see the "undeniable logic" that, even though Obama might not be able to win outright, either, he's closer than she is. I really do get the bewilderment. I do.

And I don't know if I can properly explain why that "obvious" conclusion and "undeniable logic" don't appeal to or persuade us, but here's the thing: Lots of us are women who have been told "You can't" for much of our lives, or had seemingly unnavigable barriers put in our way by people who didn't want us to succeed. Lots of us are women who, had we played by The Rules, wouldn't have gotten where we are—because The Rules are designed so that we fail. The odds have been against us our whole lives; everything we've ever done has been in defiance of the distinct likelihood—and expectation—that we would settle for less than we wanted.

Our routes have been nontraditional, our strategies neither obvious nor logical by traditional standards. By design, and by necessity.

What if we'd all taken our boobs and gone home, when someone who saw the perfect logic of it told us to...?

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Thank You...

...to everyone who nominated me as their favorite female blogger at Women's Voices Women's Votes' contest in honor of Women's History Month. Incredibly, I made the Top 10, so, um, vote for me. Or one of the other bloggers there. (Just not Jill Stanek!)

And, truly, thank you so much to the people who nominated me in the first place. I am completely surprised and, as per usual, incapable of gracefully taking a compliment. Blush. Thank you.

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In Which I Ramble About Attraction

So, Shapely Prose readers might have seen this douchehound responding to my gayest look the other day:

Goddamn Kate. You are an unbelievably unattractive woman!!

signed,

every straight man with a set of eyes. (except for your closeted boyfriend, of course)

The funny thing is, Sweet Machine approved it because she only skimmed, and thought he was calling me an unbelievably attractive woman. Funnier still, Fillyjonk and I both thought the same thing when we first read it, even though I puzzled over the closeted boyfriend bit (and the fact that he would pick that picture to swoon over, frankly). But still, even while misreading it as a compliment, I agreed heartily with Shapeling Jen's immediate response: "Go fuck yourself."

There were two reasons for this:

1) The closeted boyfriend bit--seriously, go fuck yourself.

2) The fact that he presumed to speak for "every straight man with a set of eyes." Dude, whether you're telling me you think I should be living under a bridge or gracing magazine covers, you cannot speak for everyone. Attraction is subjective. And it irritates the living fuck out of me that this culture tries so hard to divide people into categories of "attractive" and "unattractive," as if individual preferences don't even exist--when in fact, individual preferences (conscious and unconscious) are at the core of attraction as it plays out in the real world.

Want evidence that attraction is subjective? Well consider the fact that all three of us SP bloggers, each of whom fares quite well on reading comprehension tests, completely missed the "un" on the front of that "attractive." I cannot imagine such a collective failure happening if all three of us believed that I am an unbelievably unattractive woman, and furthermore, everyone knows it. If we were primed to agree with this douchehound, we undoubtedly would have read it exactly as written--but we weren't, because we all know plenty of people find me plenty cute, and I have gotten numerous comments extolling my hotness before. (They were all from Jon B., but that's beside the point.) Despite the number of trolls we get, a comment calling me pretty is really no more unusual than one calling me a bloated, fugly cunt.

Know why? Attraction is subjective.

I was thinking about this recently while writing a piece on fat women and sexual power for Jaclyn Friedman and Jessica Valenti's upcoming anthology, and then it came up again yesterday while reading a comments thread on my superhero girlcrush Breakup Girl's blog. (MAJOR Sanity Watchers warning there, I am not kidding--and if you're faint of heart, you might even want to skip the rest of this post, 'cause I'll be quoting from it.)

A woman wrote to BG's alter ego, Lynn Harris, asking what to do about a guy she'd had this great connection with in e-mails and phone calls, who then saw a picture of her and said, "Call me when you lose some weight." Lynn's advice (he's got a right to his preferences; you've got a right to blow him off and should totally exercise that right; also, how the hell did you go 6 weeks without exchanging photos?) is right on the money in my opinion, but when she opened it up to comments on the BG blog, a whole lot of people disagreed.

'Cause, see, the problem here is not just that she fell for a guy who doesn't dig fat chicks, which could have been avoided by coughing up the photo a lot earlier. The problem is that no normal guy in the whole entire world digs fat chicks, which means she is Categorically Unattractive and must lose weight if she doesn't want to die alone.

Several commenters went down the fucking evo psych path with that:
We are programmed to look for healthy in every sense….healthy is attractive. Forcing the argument that people should accept others who are overweight goes against this natural selection switch, and makes it impossible for some people to accept.

Society has not conditioned us, evolution has. Men are attracted to women that represent the best chance of bearing their young and caring for them. This means young and physically fit.... This is not opinion, it is fact.

Evolution has produced men who are attracted to women who appear to be good prospects for bearing HIS children.

(HIS children! Got that, ladies?)

But most didn't even try to pretty it up with "science." They just flat-out don't bother themselves with trifles like the distinction between opinion and fact.
very few guys want to date over-weight women

She should trim up or accept that people will not be attracted to her for her size.

Ok,before everyone jumps down my throat. I used to be height/weight proportionate but over the years I’ve gained weight. I’m a chunky woman ok. I’m not denying it. And I know that’s why I don’t have a BF.... OK, men are really not that complicated and we women are just wasting our $ buying all these books. You don’t even have to be that pretty. You just have to be THIN. That’s right, crucify me now. YOU HAVE TO BE THIN.

Most guys don’t want heavy babes. Unless of course they are larger themselves. Just reality. While the recent move to accept larger people proliferates, and, while it is good to feel good about yourself-self love and all it’s just too much.

You can’t expect someone to agree to marry someone else who is obese.

the fact of the matter is that men prefer shapely over fat or large or whatever you want to call it. Until woman “get” this they will always wonder why they don't have as much success dating as they could or should. It is not rocket science.

Are you really that naive? seriously. You KNOW what guys want, look around! They want that hot, sexy, body, a gal to make them look good too. MOST men do not prefer an overweight woman.

This lady just doesn’t GET it. Some men just AREN”T sexually motivated, or attracted by a chunk. Girls, get the picture…If you want to be happy in your own skin, as all these self help horsecrap books talk about, remember, the author is hoping you buy her book, because she wants your money, so she is going to say it’s OK for you to be fat. NEWSFLASH ! You just might be happy in your own skin ALONE. Yes, you DO actually have a responsibility to look good, if you want to be accepted.

Noone likes fat people except fat people and that’s just how it is. It’s sloppy with rolls of fat hanging, creases, pendulous breasts and persperation.These are all the thoughts of the normal mind and rightfully so as it is not a myth.Take a thin person in a restaurant eating, no one takes a second look. Take a fat person eating and one will think, “slovenly overeater” That’s just the way it is. By the way, I’m fat and I think it’s ugly!

(Bold emphasis mine in all cases; caps are their own.)

You might be surprised--though I wasn't, sadly--just how many of those commenters identified themselves as fat in the midst of their tirades against fat people. Of course, they could have been thin and full of shit, but they probably weren't. My primary raison de blog, after all, is trying to help fat people hate themselves less--if other people learn to hate us less, too, that's just gravy. (Mmm, gravy.) Internalized self-loathing exists among every marginalized group, but among fat people, it's rare to find someone who doesn't believe every last thing we're told to feel about ourselves. You're ugly. You're disgusting. You're sloppy. You're lazy. You're embarrassing to be seen with. You're out of control. You have no self-discipline. You will never be loved unless you lose weight.

(P.S. I'm only telling you this because I'm concerned about your health.)

Consider this commenter, who breaks my fucking heart:
I actually married a guy that can’t stand my fat! Yes I did. Some would say I am stupid, but he treats me well, and we have a great life together. It is though, very difficult at times for me. I used to be very obese (almost 300lbs), and I am down to a size 14 and I am happy. Any one who knows anything about losing weight - when you have lost that much, you are really flabby. I can out-do my husband in the exercise department and he will admit it. I have put about 30lbs back on since we engaged, then married. I admit, I got a bit lazy and now I just can’t seem to get it back off. We talk about it frequently, and he apologises for the way he feels, but he claims he can’t change that and I have to lose more weight. He wants me into a size 8!! Hahaha - that will never happen and I tell him that. Anyway - I often wonder where I would be if I had been more true to myself.

The cognitive dissonance, it burns.

Fat people end up in relationships like that--or alone, too crippled by low self-esteem to even put themselves on the dating market--all too often, in large part because of this myth that there are Attractive People and Unattractive People, and every fat person falls into the latter category. Common sense should tell us this can't be true--if fat people aren't having sex, how the hell did so many fat people get here? Spaceships? Pods? But somehow, it has become a universal "truth" that no one wants to fuck, much less love, a fatty. Ever. Period.
Lose the weight and gain the power to choose.

How chilling is that? If you're fat, you don't have the power to choose a romantic partner. I can't be the only one hearing shades of this shit:


  • if any man would want to rape your gigantic ass, i’d be shocked

  • whoever raped you could have just waited at the exit of a bar at 3am and gotten it consenually without the beached whale-like “struggle” you probably gave

  • These fat whores would be lucky to even get raped by someone.I hope you whiny cunts find your way on top of a pinball machine in the near future.



If you're thin, you get to choose who you want to have sex with. If you're fat, you'd be lucky to be raped. Face it, ladies! I'm just being honest!

No. This is the farthest thing from honesty. This is bullshit. Hateful bullshit. Bullshit that causes fat people to stay in abusive relationships or cut themselves off from relationships altogether. Bullshit that causes thin, growing grade-school girls to put themselves on diets; bullshit that triggers eating disorders in those predisposed to them; bullshit that causes feminists and non-feminists alike to identify a "somewhat underweight" woman as "maximally attractive."

The world is not full of Attractive People and Unattractive People. It's full of people who are attractive to some and not to others. I hear from trolls all the time who complain that they don't want to be "forced" to find nasty, ugly fat women attractive--which utterly baffles me, since the last thing I want to do is encourage fat-hating dicks to date fat women. You don't find fat people attractive? Fabulous. Don't date them. I will find a way to pick myself up and move on without your love. But to assume your lack of sexual interest in fat chicks must be universal--or that the mere existence of self-confident fat people having healthy relationships somehow "forces" you to find fat attractive--is the height of fucking narcissism.

I use this as an example all the time, but I find Brad Pitt to be kinda meh, physically. (I also find him pretty charming in interviews, which does ratchet up my attraction to him somewhat, but I just do not get the concept of looking at a picture of him and swooning.) Obviously, he ain't suffering for my personal lack of Brad Pitt lust. But it goes to the point: even someone widely considered to be our culture's physical ideal isn't universally, objectively attractive. I was at a bar last week with Colleen, Tari, and Ottermatic, when a Prince video came on, and we started arguing about whether Prince is, in fact, hot. Colleen and Tari pointed out the obvious: tiny, tiny man, very weird. Meanwhile, Ottermatic and I pointed out what was equally obvious to us: BUT HOT. And of course, the upshot is that there is no fact there, just four opinions, split down the middle.

Another story I've told before, but bear with me--when I started dating Al, he asked what celebrities I'd dump him for (only because I'd asked him first, I should note; he found the whole convo ridiculous). I started with George Clooney, but he deemed that too cliche (fair enough), so I added the likes of Peter Saarsgard, Paul Giamatti, Jon Favreau, Philip Seymour Hoffman--and probably Prince, too, come to think of it.

Al: Oh, I get it. What you're saying is, you like unattractive men.

I handed him his ass for that one (especially after he told me that made him understand why I was into him)* because he was missing the whole fucking point: I, Kate Harding, am very attracted to all those men--and to Al. It doesn't make a goddamned bit of difference if they ring anybody else's bell (though they're all doing just fine for themselves, thanks), 'cause mine was the bell in question. Al's list (which I had to drag out of him) included Catherine Keener, Maura Tierney, Queen Latifah, and maybe sorta Frances McDormand--none of whom look remotely like me, but I wasn't losing any sleep over that, because the list itself proves that attraction is not about a single set of physical characteristics.

I was recently interviewed by a Trib reporter for a "personal profile" (that may never come out, alas), which involved me running down my whole damn life story. In talking about dating during my twenties, I referred to this boyfriend and that boyfriend and that other boyfriend and that guy I was hooking up with for a while and then that other guy I was hooking up with for a different while, until the reporter finally stopped me and said, "So, even though you struggled with weight and body image, it sure sounds like you never lacked for male attention." Me: BWAH!!!! That was an entire decade, lady, and years of it were spent alone and believing that unless I got and kept myself thin, I would never find love (again). Because fat people are Unattractive People. Full stop.

But at the same time, she was right--and that comment was really enlightening to me. Because until that moment, I looked back on my romantic life as a series of long, lonely periods punctuated by a few fluke relationships, when I could just as easily look back on it as a series of relationships punctuated by a few fluke lonely periods. I spent almost exactly half of that decade in long-term relationships and half not--but given all the flings and fruitless dates in the off years, the balance actually tips toward periods where I did have "male attention." (And that's without even getting into all the times I found out after the fact that some guy had been interested in me, and I was too damned clueless to see it.) So far, I've spent 2/3 of my thirties in relationships (most of that with Al), and only 1/3 alone. If this one doesn't work out, I should be a fucking dating machine when I'm in my forties.

And have I mentioned I'm fat?

But Kate, I already hear some of you saying. You're not that fat. You don't even know.

You're right, I don't know. And there is no doubt whatsoever that the fatter you are, the more discrimination you face in every phase of your life, including dating. But there is also no doubt whatsoever that people much fatter than me are hooking up and falling in love all over the place, every friggin' day. Because there are people who prefer fat partners, and people who are attracted to all shapes and sizes, and people who think they're not attracted to fat folks until they meet the right one and go gaga. Because--wait for it--attraction is subjective.

But Kate, that doesn't change the fact that in this culture, more people are attracted to thin people than to fat people.

No, it doesn't. But that fact doesn't mean that fat people need to choose between losing weight and getting used to the company of cats. It just means we're looking for our respective needles in a slightly bigger haystack. And on the upside, we've automatically weeded out the people who think adhering as closely as possible to the cultural beauty standard is a prerequisite for deserving love--who wants to date those assholes? I have dear friends who are damn near the Barbie standard, and half of their romantic lives have been spent fending off guys like that in the first place or figuring out how to dump them; our net relationship success is about even. So who's better off?

The fact is, I am "an unbelievably unattractive woman"--and also an unbelievably attractive woman, a kinda meh woman, a kinda cute woman, and everything else on the spectrum between "eww" and "ooh." It all depends on who's looking--and further depends on whether they've actually talked to me, whether they dig mouthy broads or dog people or spacey writers, whether I remind them of their mothers, whatever. One of the few culturally desirable attributes I possess is a huge rack, but I've met more men than you could imagine who say they actively prefer small boobs--and more than one who has deemed my tits "scary." (SCARY. Not kidding. More than one.) Meanwhile, I have stubby, drumstick-shaped legs, and yet the majority of my boyfriends, when asked, self-identified as Leg Men rather than Breast Men. How the hell did they end up with me? Attraction is not about a single set of physical characteristics.

Attraction is weird and unpredictable and dependent on about 8 zillion variables. If it were actually based on a list of identifiable characteristics, we could all just walk around comparing lists with each other until each of us found a perfect match. And I don't know, maybe that's how some people actually do it--the people who have strict rules about only dating thin, white blondes or tall, rich guys with full heads of hair. The people who think about potential romantic partners in terms of how others will see them, not in terms of what they see. But the rest of us just have to stumble around and wait for the zing!

The waiting can suck, if you prefer being in a relationship. It can suck a lot. But the zing! does not depend on thinness or whiteness or blondeness or tallness or richness or haired-ness. It depends on the time, place, and person, on a host of things you can't control, and on another host of things you can't even consciously recognize.

That is the reality, people. That is a fact. That is just me being honest.

*This did, however, produce one of the best Al quotes of all time: "I mean, I could look like Philip Seymour Hoffmann... if I worked out."

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The Virtual Pub Is Open



TFIF, Shakers!

Belly up to the bar
and name your poison!

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Feminism Goes Too Far?

by Shaker Ouyang Dan

Hi Shakers!!!1!!one!

I suffer from insomnia, so when I was reading the news last night instead of staring at the ceiling, I came across an article in the Detroit Free Press online (I still keep up w/ news in my home state from 6000 miles away), freep.com, and while I was bleary eyed and trying to write a coherent response to it, I decided that maybe someone better should do it, w/ more readership, and I emailed the link to Liss.

She was so not going to let me off the hook. Instead, she asked if I was interested in guest blogging at Shakesville, which honestly hadn't occurred to me. The idea made me *squee* so hard that I almost wet myself. Then I looked at my post, and thought "Crap, someone might actually read this." So I toiled a little more, hoping to bring to Shakers something worthy of the reputation that Shakesville so deserves. To say I am feeling pretty special and lucky right now is not accurate.

So, here goes…


If you ask Holly Bowne, feminism has gone too far.

And now it is tearing our boys down and stopping us from teaching them how to be men!

Oh noes!

Bowne wants to know why feminism has decided that beating up boys is the thing to do in order to achieve our goals.

She starts off w/ the normal "yadda yadda yadda I think men and women should be allowed to do the same jobs", "I like the political and economic gains feminism has made" to get her feminist street cred and show her appreciation that she is allowed to write things and get them published too, but it pretty much goes down hill from there.

Feminism is, of course, to blame, b/c her son's soccer team "held back" when playing in an indoor league game against a girls' team. Apparently the little man cubs were being "punched in the back of the head" by the girls, and it is all the fault of feminism.

After the soccer game, I asked a manager why this talented girls team didn't play up a few levels within the girls division instead of entering the boys' leagues. I was told that prohibiting them from playing in the boys division would be considered discrimination. Amazing. Women have fought a long, hard battle to earn equal rights. We now have clubs, sports, colleges and political organizations solely for women and the support of women's rights. But we're still not satisfied.
It's feminism's fault that girls' sports teams are allowed to play boys' teams. OK, I can see that. I don't think that is a bad thing. Bowne is upset b/c for feminists it isn't good enough that girls have their own teams, leagues, clubs, tournaments and whathaveyous, but now we want our girls to be able to compete against other teams…even boys' teams. We are ruining sports by wanting girls and boys w/ similar ability levels to play w/ or even against each other, and that is confusing our boys. I am pretty sure that history has shown us that separate is not equal.

What I really think is confusing our boys is the concept of chivalry, and how it enforces gender roles. From the very moment the doctor proclaims "It's a boy!" the stereotypes are forced down their throats by every thing and person the come in contact w/. Bowne mentions that she has taught her boys to not be aggressive w/ girls, that boys must protect girls, and even "step to their defense". I can see where she is going, we certainly don't want more violence against women, and I definitely think we need more feminist allies in men, but I just don't buy this whole "protect the fair sex" mentality. Chivalry, from the French word for knight, chevalier, is the concept that began w/ Knightly Duties, and has evolved into this idea that men must treat women w/ "respect" by treating them as weaker and in need of being protected. Chivalry, on its surface seems like a great idea—treat women w/ respect. But, it is really just sexism in a big pretty bow meant to match your purse and high heels.

Even more irritating, to me, is Bowne's idea that feminists are seeking to get their equality by beating up boys. The image of the ball busting, steel toed boot wearing, man bashing feminist is nothing new. She thinks that feminists are promoting violence against boys and men as a way to get a leg up on society. Her proof of this agenda is the horrific line of shirts geared at "tweeners" by David & Goliath, specifically the ones that say "Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them," the one that stirred the pot w/ MRAs. I can't say that I speak for all feminists everywhere, but the promotion of violence towards anyone just isn't a good idea in general. I certainly don't want young boys wearing shirts like the "Problem Solved" shirt that caused a stir amongst feminists not so long ago, and likewise, to promote to girls that it is OK to "throw rocks at them" is not an ideal I want to pass on to my Kid when she is interacting w/ boys. I absolutely know that violence against women is significantly more of a problem than violence by women against men, but that does not mean that the way to make things even is to take out a few of the competitors in the MRA Olympics. I love how seeing a woman searching for this shirt in her kid's size means that feminists are handing them out at anti men rallies across the globe. If this is what feminism is supposed to be like then I have been doing it wrong. Here I thought we were supposed to be treating other human beings w/ respect, turns out all I really was supposed to do was buy the Kid a crappy t-shirt and give her a handful of rocks.

I guess what I am saying is that the problem here isn't w/ the feminist movement, it is w/ the way that society has taught us to "raise men." I am totally behind teaching boys that they should respect girls and women, not to hit or hurt them, I teach the same thing to my daughter, only I tell her it is never OK to hit or hurt anyone (w/o their permission, and that is a whole different post). We don't need to teach them differently. Teach children to treat people as people, regardless of gender, race, religion, trouser size, who they want to kiss good night, or double-jointed thumbs. If we want our children to play fair and equal then we need to raise them fairly and equally, no matter what color of cap the hospital puts on them when they are seven minutes old. The same way that I don't want my daughter growing up thinking that she is secondary to the sons out there, I don't want sons who grow up knowing how to "treat a lady."

(Thanks, Liss, for letting me hang w/ the cool kids today!)

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Friday Cat Blogging



Time for play now? No?



I napz on ur woolly jumper.



Leave me alone.



No, seriously. Fuck off.

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Random YouTubery: Printer Cat



Printer Cat hatez ur output.

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Cult of Life

I saw the following story the other day in Petulant's roundup, but was a bit too dumbstruck to write anything about it at the time:

Police are investigating an 11-year-old girl's death from an undiagnosed, treatable form of diabetes after her parents chose to pray for her rather than take her to a doctor. [...]

The girl's mother, Leilani Neumann, said the family believes in the Bible and that healing comes from God, but she said they do not belong to an organized religion or faith, are not fanatics and have nothing against doctors. [...]

Leilani Neumann said she and her husband are not worried about the investigation because "our lives are in God's hands. We know we did not do anything criminal. We know we did the best for our daughter we knew how to do."
Now, keep in mind that the only reason there's an investigation in the first place is because the girl's aunt, who lives on the west coast, was told that Leilani called to say that her daughter, Madeline, is in a coma and that she's relying on faith. At that point, the aunt desperately tried to intervene by calling the local Wisconsin authorities to get them to bust through the front door and save that child.

I'm not completely sure what bugs me the most about this, but I'm struck by the contrast of responsibility and the lack thereof. When you decide to bring a child into the world, you inherit a rather big list of responsibilities, not the least of which is the health and welfare of that child. Contrast that with Leilani's nonchalant, if not convenient, belief that absolves her of all responsibility: everything is in God's hands. Well, that's all fine and good, but how far do you take that? If she accidentally cuts herself, does she apply pressure and put on a band aid or does she walk around the house in an oblivious fashion while God attempts to heal the wound?

When all is said and done, I feel horrible for the other children who have just witnessed, in rather clear and certain terms, that they're basically on their own. I also feel bad for the father; the moment reality hit, he risked blasphemy by taking matters away from God's hands and into his own, if only too late.
The girl's father, Dale Neumann, a former police officer, said he started CPR "as soon as the breath of life left" his daughter's body.

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"Gandalf. Yes, that was the name. I was Gandalf."*

I don't think this is exactly news since Sir Ian McKellen hasn't been coy about whether he'd like to reprise the role of Gandalf but it's still nice to see:

WELLINGTON, New Zealand - Ian McKellen, who played Gandalf the Wizard in the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, is hoping to reprise the role in another tale from Middle Earth.

A fan asked McKellen on the actor's official Web site if he would play the role of Gandalf in "The Hobbit," which is being produced by Peter Jackson, director of the "Rings" trilogy.

"Yes, I will, if Peter Jackson and I have anything to do with it, he being the producer and me being, on the whole, a very lucky actor," McKellen, 68, said in a reply dated Wednesday.

[...]

Another fan asked: "Have you been approached yet by Peter Jackson or anyone else" to play the ancient Wizard?

McKellen replied: "Encouragingly, Peter and (partner) Fran Walsh have told me they couldn't imagine `The Hobbit' without their original Gandalf."

"Their confidence hasn't yet been confirmed by the director Guillermo del Toro, but I am keeping my diary free for 2009!" he said.



*=page 113, The Treason of Isengard

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A New Look at Recorded Sound

Thanks to researchers armed with current technology, Thomas Edison's contribution to recorded sound will need to be clarified a bit. He is still the first person to have reproduced sound; that is, record it and play it back. However, he is no longer the first person to have actually recorded sound. That honor now goes to Parisian inventor, Edouard-Leon Scott de Martinville:

An "ethereal" 10 second clip of a woman singing a French folk song has been played for the first time in 150 years.

The recording of "Au Clair de la Lune", recorded in 1860, is thought to be the oldest known recorded human voice.

A phonograph of Thomas Edison singing a children's song in 1877 was previously thought to be the oldest record.

The new "phonautograph", created by etching soot-covered paper, has now been played by US scientists using a "virtual stylus" to read the lines.
Below is the actual clip that was digitally brought to life. If the clip sounds too fast, then please go to FirstSounds to listen to the MP3.

Au Clair de la Lun...

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I'm Gonna Get Me Some of Them Super-Deadly Weaponized Nipple Piercings of Doom…and Then the World Will Be MINE!

I mean, super-deadly weaponized nipple piercings of doom have to exist, right? Otherwise, what could possibly explain the TSA requiring a woman to rip out her nipple piercings with pliers in the middle of the airport?

[After a handheld detector beeped when it passed over Mandi Hamlin's chest, the female TSA agent using the wand] called over her male colleagues, one of whom said she would have to remove the jewelry, Hamlin said.

Hamlin said she could not remove them and asked whether she could instead display her pierced breasts in private to the female agent. But several other male officers told her she could not board her flight until the jewelry was out, she said.
Despite the fact that the TSA's website says passengers "may ask to remove [their] body piercing in private as an alternative to a pat-down search," and Hamlin was never offered a "pat-down" in the first place, which she says she would have accepted, had it been offered. Instead, she was then taken behind a curtain and, after she was unable to successfully remove both piercings, began to cry and requested pliers, which the officers provided. Hamlin heard the male TSA agents snickering as she wrenched apart the other piercing with the pliers. She was then allowed to board the plane, even though she was still wearing a navel piercing.
TSA officials said they are investigating whether the agency's policies were followed.

"Our security officers are well-trained to screen individuals with body piercings in sensitive areas with dignity and respect while ensuring a high level of security," the agency said in a statement.
Really? Doesn't sound like it.

Hamlin's attorney has sent a letter to the director of the TSA's Office of Civil Rights and Liberties requesting an apology.

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Caption This Photo



"I'm gunna gitcha, Amurka! Mark my words, heh heh. I'm gunna gitcha."

U.S. President George W. Bush looks up as he is introduced to speak about the war on terror at the Museum of the United States Air Force in Dayton, Ohio March 27, 2008. REUTERS/Kevin Lamarque

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More and More and More Gay Looks for Leno


There are tons more new pictures up, and Jeff and I are still adding them as they come in. If you haven't sent your Gayest Look yet, there's no time like the present. Whatcha waiting for?!

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The American President

Via TPM, the tag line for John McCain's first general election ad:

John McCain: The American president Americans have been waiting for.
Yeah, because all the imports have been such dismal failures.

If that isn't a dog-whistle slap at Barack Obama and his ancestry, then what is it?

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Room 222

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SHE'S DESTROYING THE PARTY!!! AND SHE'LL DO ANYTHING TO WIN!!! AND SHE'S TRYING TO RUIN OBAMA'S CHANCES SO SHE CAN RUN IN 2012!!!

Hils tells Dems not to vote for McCain:

Clinton was asked by a questioner in the audience here what she would tell frustrated Democrats who might consider voting for McCain in the general election out of spite.

"Please think through this decision," Clinton said, laughing and emphasizing the word "please."

"It is not a wise decision for yourself or your country."

The crowd applauded loudly.

…"First of all, every time you have a vigorous contest like we are having in this primary election people get intense," she continued. "You know, Sen. Obama has intense support. I have intense support."

Clinton stressed that there are "significant" differences between her and Obama, but said "those differences pale to the differences between us and Sen. McCain."

"I intend to do everything I can to make sure we have a unified Democratic party," she said. "When this contest is over and we have a nominee, we're going to close ranks, we're going to be united."
Bitch.

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Quote of the Day

"The few strong women in Hollywood movies and TV are safely located in an unreal world: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Xena: Warrior Princess. The closest to an unapologetic feminist is Lisa Simpson—and she is eight years old, and a cartoon."Johann Hari, in The Independent, in a piece titled "Where have all the strong women gone?"

It's an interesting article, and I hope you'll read it and discuss in comments. I have a few quibbles with it—when he says, "Hollywood largely gives us what we want—and we don't want to idolize strong, powerful women today," I think he underestimates how much of what "we" want is dictated by "Hollywood" in the first place, and when he says, "You will be encouraged to idolise empty shells like Jordan or Victoria Beckham," it bothers me, because I know that Victoria Beckham is not an empty shell; I've seen her be witty, charming, quick, and self-deprecating in interviews, and I like her immensely. That she is generally regarded, and portrayed by the media as, an empty shell despite not actually being one might be part of the answer to the question "Where have all the strong women gone?"

And, for whatever it's worth, Britney Spears is the last woman in the world most people would describe as strong, but how many of us could persevere under that scrutiny, without, at least, shaving our heads…?

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Women in Sports: Still for Ogling

by Shaker Em


So I've been asked to make a guest post on a subject near and dear to my heart—women athletes. The sport in question is rugby. I play it, I am a club administrator, I recently received my referee certification, and I hope to one day coach. I am unabashedly in love with this sport. That's why I'm so pissed off today. Today I discovered that the website representing my local area union had—oh wait. I suppose I better explain a little about rugby in the United States.

Rugby in the US is governed in a hierarchal structure that starts at the local level with affiliations known as local area unions (LAUs). These LAUs can govern an area up to the size of a state. These in turn are grouped into seven large territorial unions (TUs) that encompass multiple states. At the national level, the TUs are governed by USA Rugby, who in turn answers to the International Rugby Board (IRB). It's a simple Matryoshka doll set-up, with LAUs as the smallest piece, and consequently, they tend to be most informally organized and receive the least oversight from the national organization. Got it? Good.

So like I was saying, today I discovered that the webmaster for my Iowa LAU homepage had posted this:


I wonder what USA Rugby thinks about having its logo prominently displayed next to such a fine piece of ass?

Now, I really can't figure out what that picture has to do with rugby, can you? Does it look like it has anything in common with this?


You don't think so? Well, neither do I, and neither did one of my teammates who also saw it. We both wrote letters to the webmaster and to the LAU President, who addressed our concerns by telling us that being "extremely angry" about the inappropriate and irrelevant photo was "a bit of an overstatement" and that use of naughty language should be avoided if we "want to be taken seriously." See, apparently the word "fuck" when used by a feminist in legitimate anger is problematic, but posting an image of a woman suggestive of the activity to non-feminists is not. Who knew?

Further fun was had as our LAU President explained that he noticed the picture when it was first posted, and thought it was inappropriate, but "wanted to see how long it would take for someone to comment on it" in order to gauge website traffic. (Tip: Get a hit counter.) And, repeatedly, he told us it was up for more than a month before anyone said anything, as though it has actual meaning as to how much traffic the website gets. All that month between posting and uproar really says is that anyone who saw the picture either approved of it, further reinforcing the sexist culture of rugby, or didn't feel comfortable speaking up. I can't help but wonder how many potential female players might have stumbled across that site and been lost to rugby before we spoke up about it.

But things were about to get worse.

After several email exchanges, the picture was replaced…with an image of Oscar the Grouch:


Get it? Teh wimminz, they have no sense of humor! HAW! HAW!

The sexpot and the nagging killjoy: two classic misogynist views of women, all in one post! See, ladies, complain about how we treat you and you will magically grow green fur and bushy eyebrows! And then we won't want to fuck you, and wouldn't that be sad?

Funny how still there is no image of a woman athlete...you know, the sort of woman that the union and the site are supposed to be representing? Funny, that.

When confronted about this remarkably passive-agressive move, the webmaster explained, "The replacement picture was the result of a random pic search on google and seasame street pics is what came back."

Oops, caught you lying! Take a look at the Google Image search page. Notice that there is no randomizer button. Therefore, the search Shawn conducted must have been for a specific term or phrase. Now take a look at the result of a search for "sesame street". Do you see the image anywhere in there? I'll save you the trouble—it isn't anywhere in the first five pages of search results. Now look at the result for the search string "oscar the grouch". Notice anything? First page, bottom right corner. Sorry Shawn. Your innocent act isn't fooling anyone.

When I said I would make this issue public if an apology was not issued posthaste, our LAU President replied, "I'm not going to kowtow to threats." Okay, fine. Then how about doing it because it's the right thing to do? Let me remind you of something, pres:

Rugby is the only contact sport in the world where the laws are exactly the same for men and women. It is truly the finest example of a level playing field in the sports world today—at least, that is, in terms of theoretical opportunity. Let me make that a little more explicit…

In rugby, we.are.EQUAL.under.the.law.

In real terms, however; that is, in how many women get to truly access those opportunities?—well that's a bit different. Women's teams are consistently underfunded, understaffed, underwomanned, and placed lower on the totem pole than men's teams. It is only the early start of women's rugby in the US compared to other nations, and the large potential player pool, that has allowed the US women's side to remain competitive internationally, and frankly, if a fifth place finish in the most recent Women's World Cup says anything, it is that our consistent devaluation of women's rugby in this country is opening the international field to other countries. We are losing ground, and if the old boy network that still controls many of the LAUs around the country is any indication of our commitment to women, we will continue to lose ground.

You know what attracted me to rugby? That chance to be completely equal, just for 80 minutes on ten or so Saturdays every year. No bubble, no bigger or smaller ball, no different three-point arc, just me and my team, together, playing the game by the exact same laws as every other side across the world. The one field on which I can make a hit by the same rules as anyone else. That's fucking special. What you don't seem to realize is that, despite how much you guys have done for rugby and women's rugby as a whole, your behavior on this particular incident has SET RUGBY BACK as a whole. You have a great history, and I'm glad that other people care about rugby as much as I do and are in positions to make more changes than I currently can. I am not questioning your history of supporting rugby. I am questioning your response in this particular incident, and you have as much as admitted it is completely indefensible:
Call it a bs answer, but it's the truth. Call it inappropriate, and maybe I don't have a response...or at least not a very defendable one. Whether or not I'm a nobody or somebody, I'm still able to make questionable calls.
This was a not a questionable call, and to characterize it as such further reveals exactly why we need to be having this conversation. As my teammate said:
Of course I'm extremely angry. Why is it so hard to understand that the image would be offensive to women? Especially when displayed on a site that is supposed to represent the women's rugby teams of the state of Iowa. This is a direct reflection on the union, and the attitude you are taking does not give me much faith in how the union feels about its women's teams.
And in the words of other women ruggers:
I am appalled to see how the Iowa Rugby Union is representing itself. It is disappointing to see how high you value women.
Is that how the Midwest views the women who play rugby for this territory? Scantily clad in underwear, objectified? The Midwest currently boasts a large number of international women's players, women who have fought to earn our nation a fifth place finish in the entire world. We women in the Midwest are the reigning National Division 2 champions and runners up as well as the runners up for the Division 1 National Championship. We continually dominate National All Star Championships. In short, Midwest women's rugby players are some of the best in the nation and the world. I understand these are achievements of the territory at large, but Iowa is part of this effort and I am outraged that such a photo would appear on a website representing part of my rugby union.

Images like that, postings like that, are harmful to the advancement of women's rugby as a sustainable and legitimate sport in this nation. Only when thoughtless actions such as that are stopped will we be able to gain headway and advance. As a woman, as a rugby player for one decade, and as a professional, I am insulted that the union would display something such as that image.
Like I was saying, this was not a questionable call. It was an easy one, and you completely blew it. Your responses to the above emails claimed the problem had been fixed, instead of the truth, which was that one offensive image was swapped with another. Most importantly, your responses lacked both an acknowledgement that sexism in rugby is still endemic and an apology for contributing to its perpetuation. And even in the midst of these placating replies, you continued to defend the indefensible and justify the ridiculous caricature of myself and my teammate as whiny grouches. In an email to me:
The picture that he posted as a replacement is comical and sarcastic, maybe leaning towards an inappropriate inside joke, but it does not make the matter worse. Since he's doing all of the web development without charging the union, I figured I'd give him his little victory for a day before telling him to remove it.
And I should believe you respect women, why, again?

Ultimately, THAT's what's making me angry. Falling back on privilege instead of standing up and admitting you were wrong is a coward's ploy. It's difficult to confront the fact that you messed up. Yet, people do it every day. It is important to understand that as a man and a rugby player, you have privilege over women and women rugby players. An abuse of that privilege such as has been recounted here is detrimental to the fight for women's equality both within rugby and without. You need to understand that it is not your commitment to rugby I'm challenging, but that privilege. I care about rugby too. Like the rest of the people involved in this crazy sport, it takes up more of my life than I should probably admit. And that is exactly why I cannot let actions such as these stand. They hurt something I care about, and I won't be quiet about it. It's my right and obligation as a woman, a rugger, and a member of the human race, to demand that women's bodies and athletic abilities be respected, and to challenge the dismissal of women's voices in rugby. This is not an inside joke or an isolated incident in a small LAU on a web page hardly anyone sees. It is part of a larger culture that needs reform, and I am doing that work to the best of my capacity.

I wish my LAU President (and the webmaster) would join me.

[I depart with another huge thank you to Melissa for providing me this opportunity to blog here. For every woman and girl who wants to play, there's an incident like this that discourages them. It has to stop. If you are so moved, I would like to encourage you to send a letter addressed to LAU President and/or LAU Webmaster to Liss, or leave it in comments, and I will make sure they get them.]

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