A Celebration of Tomitude

TomCruise.com is open for bizness. Finally! Celebrating Tom's 25th anniversary of being a megastar, it's chock full o' good stuff, like a Message from Tom:


Look, people—he created the site as a thank you, to you, for sharing the journey with him, and as an invitation to continue to explore what the future will bring. Like Xenu's imminent lordship over all he surveys. So, unless you're a fucking ingrate who doesn't appreciate that Tom Cruise created a web site just to thank you, and invite you to explore the future with him, you'd better head over and show some gratitude.

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There's More To Life Than Books, You Know

But not much more…

Everyone's favorite Dominionist douchenozzle, Mike "Gastric Bypass" Huckabee, is writing a tell-all book! Well, not a traditional tell-all, more the type that's a let-me-tell-you-all-how-fucking-great-I-am book. Due out just in time to be irrelevant, Huckabee's book promises "a lot of untold stories and untold anecdotes." Wow. I can't wait.

Also publishing a memoir this year: Miley Cyrus.

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Men Can't Help Themselves; Women Can

A bunch of people have passed on this story, about a woman who falsely told her husband she's been raped when he caught her with another man, prompting him to immediately shoot and kill the other man.* She was then convicted of manslaughter, while her husband was not charged at all.

What I find particularly intriguing about that result is that it suggests men aren't able to control their emotions—he couldn't help but kill the guy when he thought he'd raped his wife!—which is a rather interesting, ahem, commentary on men. Simultaneously, it suggests that women should be able to control their emotions, and are to be punished when they don't—because, ultimately, what we have is a woman who (wrongly) told a lie in desperation, and a man who (wrongly) killed another man in anger, but it is her rash lie that is punished, not his rashly pulling the trigger. Four times.

Of course the argument is that he never would have pulled that trigger without her lie, but why does that mean he should be exempt from punishment? If she had been telling the truth, and he had killed an actual rapist, it's still wrong.

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* That's what we're clearly meant to think, anyway, although something smells fishy to me:

Authorities say her husband, Darrell Roberson, fired the shot that killed Mr. LaSalle, 32, outside the Robersons' Arlington home. Mr. Roberson had come home unexpectedly from a gambling trip to Dallas the night of Dec. 11, 2006, and found his wife and Mr. LaSalle together in Mr. LaSalle's truck.

He started shooting as a horrified Mrs. Roberson began saying she was raped. Arlington police charged Mr. Roberson with murder, and a detective testified that authorities never took out a warrant for Mrs. Roberson.
That sounds to me more like he started shooting, and she started saying she was raped to try to save her own life—which would explain why, originally, he was charged and she was not. I get the distinct impression that this story is not totally what it seems.

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Responsible Journalism

Arianna Huffington says that John McCain told her that neither he nor his wife voted for George W. Bush in 2000.

The fact that this man was so angry at what George Bush had done to him, and at what Bush represented for their party, that he did not even vote for him in 2000 shows just how far he has fallen since then in his hunger for the presidency. By abandoning his core principles and embracing Bush -- both literally and metaphorically -- he has morphed into an older and crankier version of the man he couldn't stomach voting for in 2000.

McCain's fall has been Shakespearean -- and really hard to watch for those, like myself, who so admired and even loved him. His nobility and his true reformer years have given way to pandering in the service of ambition.

But a large portion of the electorate hasn't noticed the Shakespearean fall. How else to explain The 28/48 Disconnect -- wherein only a die-hard 28 percent of voters still approve of Bush, but 48 percent say they'd vote for McCain, who is running on the "more of the same" platform?

The thing is, these voters clearly still think of McCain as the maverick of 2000, a straight shooter who would never seek the embrace of a man he couldn't bring himself to vote for, nor accept the regular counsel of Karl Rove, the man behind the vile, race-baiting attacks on him during the 2000 campaign.

And the main reason for The 28/48 Disconnect is the mainstream media's ongoing membership in the John McCain Protection Society. They too continue to party -- and report on McCain -- like it's 1999.
It's not just the McCain campaign that's getting a pass, it's just about every campaign. Case in point: the gas tax holiday schemes trumpeted by McCain and Hillary Clinton. [Two different plans/same shit.] It's a non-starter with the Congress and it's an obvious pander to try to get the voters in North Carolina and Indiana to think that saving eighteen cents a gallon for three months is going to make dent in the fuel prices. (The last time it was tried here in Florida, a lot of gas stations raised their prices to cover the difference.) And yet the press covers this story as if it's actually a viable option instead of exposing it as a steaming pile of bullshit. Even the voters know it. So why isn't the press reporting it as such?

The obvious reason is that they know that if they do, they'll piss off the campaigns; they'll get bounced off the press bus or not get that "exclusive" interview with the candidate. Their inside contact with the campaign will stop taking their calls, and the reporter might not get to sit at the Cool Kids table. They might actually have to do some real reporting instead of relying on a talking point that is fed to them by the campaign aide who buys them a drink while they're sitting in the lounge at the Marriott in that last town where the campaign holed up for the night before the next rally.

It's also obvious that the press is far more interested in covering the trivial rather than the substantive. Whether it's Barack Obama's preacher, Hillary's tears, McCain's temper, or the next stupid pet trick that comes up between now and November, the press would much rather write about that then sift through the data that proves that not only has No Child Left Behind been a failure, it's actually made public education worse because the state and local school boards have to scrape together the funds to pay for it, and they don't have the money. How boring. But wait! Hillary Clinton can't make a coffee machine work at the 7-11! Stop the presses!

All the while, John McCain cruises along on his cross-country Contradiction Express, saying one thing, rephrasing it a moment later to make it sound like he really meant to say something else (and changing it yet again), and then gets upset when the DNC runs an ad of him saying we'll be in Iraq for a hundred years. The nerve of them actually quoting him. And the press is lapping it up like maple syrup.
The John McCain the media fell in love with in 2000 isn't on the ballot in 2008. And the proof has all but jumped up and grabbed the media by the throat: the ring-kiss of "agents of intolerance" Falwell and Robertson; the decision to make permanent tax cuts he twice voted against, saying he could not "in good conscience support" them; the campaign finance reformer replaced with a candidate whose campaign is run by lobbyists and fueled by loophole rides on his wife's jet; the hard-line stance against torture replaced by a vote allowing waterboarding; the guarded-by-a-battalion stroll through the "safe" neighborhoods of Baghdad; the use of Karl Rove as an advisor... and the embracing of the disastrous policies of a man he so abhorred he would not vote for him.

What will it take for the Swift Boat Media to realize that John McCain jumped the shark a long, long time ago?
I don't hold out much hope. The conventional wisdom is that by the time we get to the general election campaign, voters will want to know more about the candidates' stands on things that really matter such as the economy, health care, education, the war, and not care about preachers and flag pins. Don't bet on it, and don't bet on the press do to anything to change it. Given the choice of style over substance, substance loses every time. They know a good diversion means good ratings, and they really don't care if the country goes down the tubes as long as they're around to cover it.

(Cross-posted.)

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Shaker Gourmet: Feta, Artichoke, & Sun-Dried Tomato Pasta

I found the recipe for this dish several years ago in a magazine. I have since lost the actual recipe, LOL, so the one below one of those no-longer-have-printed-version-but-this-is-how-I-do-it sort of things. However, it is pretty easy to make and a nice dish for spring evenings.

Feta, Artichoke & Sun-Dried Tomato Pasta

* 2-3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, thinly sliced
* 2 tablespoons olive oil
* 1 8-oz jar julienned sun-dried tomatoes, drained (rinsed as well, if packed in oil)
* 1 14-oz can quartered artichoke hearts, drained
* appx 1 cup fresh basil leaves, torn into small pieces
* 4 cloves garlic, crushed
* 6 oz feta cheese, crumbled (get sun-dried tomato & basil feta if you can find it!)
* salt & pepper
* 1 cup heavy cream + more for preference
* 3/4 - 1 lb capellini (or angel hair) OR penne

--In large, heavy skillet, cook chicken over med-high heat in olive oil and half of garlic and until cooked through. Add in tomatoes, rest of garlic, basil, and artichoke hearts. Mix all together and saute for a few minutes until basil wilts. Add in cream and feta cheese, turn heat down to low and let simmer. Stir occasionally while pasta cooks.

--Make pasta according to package directions. Drain well when done.

--Mix pasta into sauce and season with salt & pepper. If it isn't saucy enough for your taste, add in more cream to get to your preference. Let sit for a minute or two before serving.
This recipe can easily be made without using chicken. It's also really good as cold leftovers the next day!

If you'd like to participate in Shaker Gourmet, email me (include a link to your blog, of you have one) at: shakergourmet (at) gmail.com

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Follow-Up on Gym Class Weight Monitoring

Yesterday, Jeff Dinelli posted a letter he wrote to his daughter's school, expressing concern about a Physical Education project in which the students were to "enter their height and age into a computerized program, which informed them of their 'ideal' weight and percentage of body fat." They were also instructed to count their daily caloric intake.

Well, he got a response back. Head on over to read the brilliant response from the PE teacher which opens with the hilariously inscrutable line: "As far in any other class I have State goals that I must show that I address."

Suffice it to say, he's not happy—and he'd like suggestions on what his next step should be.

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Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bijon

When Liss last posted about her decision to take Iain's name in real life (though he took hers on the internet, of course), there was a predictable commentroversy about whether a good feminist can take a man's name. Let me be clear that I don't want to rehash that here. Liss is an outstanding feminist. Liss took her husband's name. Ergo, yes, good feminists can do it. Simple answers to simple questions.

But at the time, I remarked that I would really love it if the laws made it easier for men to take their wives' names, since that's currently a major hassle in most states. Theoretically, there are loads of options for renaming yourselves as a married couple, but in practice, most women still take their husband's names, and if they don't, it's usually because neither partner makes a change. And one reason for that--among many--is that it's a relatively simple affair for a woman to change her name upon marriage, but a man who wants to change his has to jump through all the same considerable hoops as someone who wants to change his name for non-marriage reasons.

That's what California resident Michael Buday found out when he decided to take his wife, Diana Bijon's, last name.

"It was personal. I feel much closer to (Diana's) father than I do mine. She asked me to take her name and I thought it would be very simple. I never imagined the state would make it so difficult," Michael Bijon, 31, told reporters.

He discovered it would take a $US350 (A374) fee, court appearances, a public announcement and mounds of paperwork to make a change on his driving licence that is routine for women who marry.

After months of trying to get it done through established channels, the (now) Bijons finally contacted the ACLU of Southern California for help. The resulting lawsuit "led to a new California state law guaranteeing the rights of both married couples and registered domestic partners to choose whichever last name they prefer on their marriage and driving licences."

I can't even tell you how fucking happy this makes me. As Diana Bijon said,

"Women have fought for so long for equal rights and it feels like this is part of that fight," said Diana Bijon. "When we got married, the law basically said, 'Don't be silly, only a woman can change her name when she gets married."'

That's the thing. I have no problem whatsoever with women deciding to take their husband's names. But the way things stand right now, culturally and in most states, legally, a man taking his wife's name is not really a viable option--and men are very rarely asked to even consider that choice. Which is why I cringe a bit when I hear women say, "Well, I just liked the idea of us both having the same last name," or "I just want to have the same last name as my kids." Well, did you and your fiance consider both taking your name? Did you consider blending both your last names or making up a new one? No, in 99 percent of cases, of course not. Don't be silly, only a woman can change her name when she gets married. And that's what bothers me, right there, even if I don't think changing your name makes you a bad feminist: the thought of a couple choosing any name other than his is still weird. To the point where it doesn't even occur to most people.

I went out with one of my oldest friends right before she got married a few years ago, and in the middle of a conversation about something else entirely, she dropped this bomb:

Her: God, I don't want to change my name.
Me: So don't.
Her [looking at me like I'm high]: Yeah, right. He'd be so hurt. His family would kill me. My family would kill me.
Me: It's your name, honey. You don't have to change it.
Her [eyes welling up]: Yeah, I do, actually. And I'm going to. I just need to vent about it.

Today, she is indeed Mrs. Hislastname. But she didn't want to be, and her decision was not anything like a free choice--no, there wasn't any law dictating that she had to change her name, but pretty much everyone she loved except me was putting pressure on her to do so, to the point where she felt she literally had no other option. That doesn't happen to men. And that bothers me.

It's not like that for everyone, I know. Some women (including many around here) decide to change their names even when their husbands and families would fully support either choice. But there are still really only those two choices--take his name or don't (three if you count hyphenation separately, I guess). A woman who does want to have the same last name as her husband but doesn't want to give up her own name--or doesn't want to be the only one to give up her name--is likely SOL. It's hard enough finding a man to marry who truly believes in gender equality and walks the walk; finding one who walks the walk to the extent that he's willing to consider changing his own name is nigh impossible. (Note, I said nigh. Maude bless the Michael Bijons of the world.)

F'rinstance... Al and I have talked about what we'll do if we get married, and the short answer is, we'll both keep our names. (He has, in fact, forbidden me to take his name, because I have the same first name as his mother, who took his dad's last name, which means that if I took his, I'd have his mother's name. Which would mean he could never have sex with me again.) But when I asked, mostly out of curiosity, "Would you consider changing your name?" the answer was an immediate and unequivocal "Fuck no." That option was off the table in a nanosecond.

To be fair, he was just as unequivocal in his opinion that it would be ridiculous for me to change my name, even setting the mommy issues aside. So at least I'll never have to deal with the whole "He'd be so hurt" issue that seems to plague a whole lot of women besides my aforementioned friend. But still, I would totally consider becoming The Harversons or something--the idea of changing my name to reflect my membership in an all-new family doesn't bug me, in and of itself; only the automatic expectation that I would change and he wouldn't. Al, though, cringes at the thought of giving up his name at all, for any reason--he's never thought about it and never wants to think about it. Which is, you know, because he's a man. He's been told from day one that his name will always be his, whereas I spent more than twenty years thinking, "I hope I marry a man with a last name I like!" before it truly dawned on me that I could just remain a Harding, whether I married a man named Smith or one named Fartworthy. (Or, for that matter, that I never had to get married at all.)

That is what I have a problem with, not the personal decisions of individual women. And that's why I'm so delighted that Michael and Diana Bijon pushed to get the California laws changed to reflect the fact that there are other options besides a woman taking her husband's name or keeping her own. Because as long as it's incredibly difficult for men to change their names, it will remain incredibly easy to dismiss that option as silly and weird and just not done, limiting the choices for couples who do want to share a name to, effectively, one: following the old patriarchal tradition.

When it becomes perfectly normal for couples to consider taking either name, or keeping their own, or blending, or both hyphenating, or both taking a brand new name--when the question actually expands beyond, "Should she take his name or not, and if she doesn't, how will he feel?"--then I'll believe that women truly have a free choice when it comes to marital naming decisions. But as it is, for every Liss or Misty--who took their husbands' names freely, for personal reasons that weren't dictated by tradition or cultural pressure--there's at least one of my friend, who took her husband's name because it seemed slightly less painful than keeping her own. And I'm not okay with that.

So congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bijon, and thank you both for taking up this fight. Thank you for being defiantly "silly" until your state's law was changed in favor of equality.

(Via Blue Milk.)

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Happy Birthday, Spudsy!!!



Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
You like to sit in the dark eating braunschweiger
while watching bad mooooooovieeeeees…
And OMG Shoez I do, too!


I loves ya, Spudz.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Howard the Duck



For Spudsy, on his birthday.

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Question of the Day

Shaker Joe here with the Question of the Day: How do you handle work-a-day or every day racist, misogynistic, or otherwise offensive quips or comments? Do you ignore them? Attempt to politely educate the offender? Put the offender in their place with snippy one liner comebacks? What do you do when you want to strangle them, but realize that your social or economic (or how about social and economic well being) relies on the good will of the offender? What do you do when it's directed at you?

Here's my setup:

I attended a conference this week on behalf of some of my clients. I work in a small industry where the "Six Degrees of Separation" rule is actually about one degree of separation. As such, I've had a long, personal relationship with many of the players in my business. So I should know them well.

But for some reason, for the first time, I was very aware of racist and misogynistic comments coming from people whose professional and personal relationships I have long valued. On reflection, maybe for the first time, I didn't think I could just shake them off.

For the record: I am a lifelong Democrat, and I consider myself an unashamed liberal and feminist.

In the space of 24 hours, I had several conversations with people who managed to slip in comments that I just felt were rather offensive. I'd be overstating it if I said that the comments staggered me, but in the end, the cumulative effect of all of them have left me angry and disturbed.

Here's example one:

One of the account executives I work with is a very attractive and personable twentysomething. She's also, not surprisingly, well educated, well spoken and very competent. I like her a great deal as a professional. In the middle of a conversation at a cocktail reception it's mentioned to me that she is, "Well, you know, a c---."

Imagine that, I reply, and we have dicks. Probably very small ones, too.

And then I left.

Example #2: While waiting to do a presentation a client sits with me, slurps his coffee, looks out over the hall and mentions, Well, I guess this company doesn't have a problem with the NAACP.

Huh, I ask?

Look at all the black people here. Who knew?

Well, it is the 21st century, you know, I respond. I think they outlawed that slavery thing back in the 19th century.

Yeah, he says, still looking at "Them." But who knew they could read, he adds.

Huh, I respond, maybe that bussing thing they did in the 20th century helped.

And then I left.

I don't know why I suddenly picked up on this; maybe it's the large concentration of people I do business with (we don't actually get together in these types of environments anymore—the internet and consolidation into larger companies killed that). I just don't know. Maybe the times have made people more angry and prone to saying stupid things.

But I am hurt, angry, and frankly disappointed; people really should be better than this by now. And I want to be better prepared the next time it happens. So: What do you do in these situations?

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Non-Combat Casualties

That this is totally unsurprising doesn't make it any less tragic:

The number of suicides among veterans of wars in Iraq and Afghanistan may exceed the combat death toll because of inadequate mental health care, the U.S. government's top psychiatric researcher said.

Community mental health centers, hobbled by financial limits, haven't provided enough scientifically sound care, especially in rural areas, said Thomas Insel, director of the National Institute of Mental Health in Bethesda, Maryland. He briefed reporters today at the American Psychiatric Association's annual meeting in Washington.

Insel echoed a Rand Corporation study published last month that found about 20 percent of returning U.S. soldiers have post- traumatic stress disorder or depression, and only half of them receive treatment. About 1.6 million U.S. troops have fought in the two wars since October 2001, the report said.
I think it's a good time to read Ginmar's post, The Startle Reflex, again.

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Random YouTubery: Cheeky Cat Wins Argument

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Spelling: FAIL.

Unintentional Irony: SUCKSESS.



Via Dave, who nicked it from the Houston Chronicle.

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"You think that was assault?"

This is…mind-boggling. [And possibly triggering.]

Melissa Bruen, a senior at the University of Connecticut, was walking across campus during Spring Weekend when she was "picked up by my shoulders, pinned up against [a telephone] pole and 'dry humped' by a stranger." And it was only going to get worse:

I hung up the phone, and shoved the man off me. I am 5'5". He was around 5'11".

"My, aren't we feisty tonight," he said.

I was assaulted when I was very young - I wasn't about to let it happen again. When he came toward me, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down to the ground. I held onto his shoulders and climbed on top to straddle him. He started thrashing side to side, but I was able to hit him with a closed fist, full force, in the face.

A small crowd had gathered, mostly men. Now they seemed shocked. I was supposed to have been a victim, and I was breaking out of the mold. I hit him in the stomach, while clenching my legs around him to prevent another man from pushing me off. In all, it took three men to pull me off my assailant.
The man started yelling at Bruen, as if she "were the would-be rapist." She yelled back at him, "You just assaulted me!" And then, "to anyone who would listen," she yelled, "He just assaulted me!"

The men who had gathered at the scene decided not to help Bruen, but to teach her a lesson.
Another man, around 6'1", approached me and said, "You think that was assault?" and he pulled down my tube top, and grabbed my breasts. More men started to cheer. It didn't matter to the drunken mob that my breasts were being shown or fondled against my will. They were happy to see a topless girl all the same. I punched him in the face, and someone shoved me into a throng of others. I was surrounded, but I kept swinging and hitting until I was able to break free of the circle they had formed.

I started running barefoot toward Celeron, but ended up throwing myself on the ground, crying and screaming hysterically. I saw a friend in the crowd, and all I could do was scream his name over and over.
I don't even know what to say about this incident. If you don't intuitively grok why it's totally fucked up, I sincerely doubt my ability to convince you, as I would be appealing to conscience and intellect that likely don't exist, at least in any form I can understand.

So I'll keep it to two brief comments:

1. This situation (unfortunately) perfectly evokes Reason #4 from my January post, Five Reasons Why "Teach Women Self-Defense" Isn't a Comprehensive Solution to Rape: "Women who deter assaults with violent means are often punished." Here, Bruen did everything that she was supposed to do, but instead of being hailed a hero for pummeling someone who sexually assaulted her, she was further assaulted for her trouble. In no way am I suggesting Bruen should have done anything differently; I'm saying that addressing the issues of the men who assaulted her, and the larger culture that facilitates that kind of behavior and the attitudes underlying it, needs to be a part of comprehensive rape prevention, too. Self-defense doesn't stop rapists from being created in the first place.

2. Note that Bruen was twice sexually assaulted (once by the man who pinned and "dry humped" her and once by the man who declothed and fondled her) and had been sexually assaulted before: I was assaulted when I was very young—I wasn't about to let it happen again. This points to an interesting, ahem, blindspot in the oft-cited statistic about 1 in 6 women being victims of sexual assault or attempted sexual assault sometime in their lives: Many of those women will have been victimized multiple times. I have been sexually assaulted multiple times (once by a man I knew—my then-boyfriend; twice by men I did not—a stranger on a train, and a medical assistant), and I personally know at least a dozen women (and one man) who have also been sexually assaulted multiple times. (And that's discounting the random grabbing of breasts and asses, the casual assaults that women consider "part of life.") It's something that rarely gets discussed, and the silence about repeated assaults is part of what perpetuates the idea that sexual assault is not as ubiquitous as it actually is.

[H/T to Shaker A at StudentActivism, via email and in comments.]

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Does Not Compute

Grodius Maximus:


Some computer keyboards carry more harmful bacteria than a toilet seat, according to new research. Consumer group Which? said tests at its London offices found equipment carrying bugs that could cause food poisoning.

Out of 33 keyboards swabbed, four were regarded as a potential health hazard and one harboured five times more germs than one of the office's toilet seats.

A microbiologist ordered the worst keyboards to be so dirty he ordered it to be removed, quarantined and cleaned. It had 150 times the recommended limit for bacteria - five times as filthy as a lavatory seat tested at the same time, the research found.
I have nothing intelligent to say about this story. I just wanted to make a graphic of a keyboard reading "POOP."

Also: I played in a foul creek when I was a kid, made mud pies filled with disgusting junk, pet every stray or wild animal that came near me, and bit my filthy fingernails until college. Dirty keyboards don't scare me.

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Monday Blogaround

Sock it to me, Shakers!

Recommended Reading:

Steve: Baghdad: A Shining City on a Hill?

Anxious Black Woman: So, What Constitutes the "Black" in Black TV?

Lauren: Fuck You, Gray Lady

Tobes: That Battleground of Women's Bodies

Bint: Our Inter-Racial Relationship Adventures

PZ: I Can't Believe in Florida Anymore

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Hillary Sexism Watch: Part Eighty-Goddamn-Nine

Our friend Mannion steps up to the plate and hits part eighty-nine out of the park, responding to what he rightfully calls a "strange, strange essay by Michael Wolf in the newest Vanity Fair." Wolf's entire essay is made of just utterly creeptastic FAIL, but here's the money shot (as it were; emphasis mine):

The Hillary story is—and how could it not be?—largely a sexual one. This is not so much a sexist view as a sexualist view: What's up here? What's the unsaid saying? What's the vibe? Although it's not discussed in reputable commentary, it's discussed by everyone else: so what exactly is the thing with Hillary and sex, with the consensus being that she simply must not have it (at least not with her husband; there are, on the other hand, the various conspiracy scenarios of whom else she might have had it with). It's partly around this consensus view of her not having sex that people support her or resist her. She's the special-interest candidate of older women—the post-sexual set. She's resisted by others (including older women who don't see themselves as part of the post-sexual set) who see her as either frigid or sexually shunned—they turn from her inhibitions and her pain.
Quoth Mannion: "[T]hat paragraph alone should consign [Wolf] to his shrink's couch for several hundred hours of psychoanalytic unraveling." Indeed.

Meanwhile, argues Wolf, Obama can have no "sexual secrets" because his wife is hot and would kick his ass if he cheated. Okay.

It's a huge clusterfucktastrophe, basically—so thank Maude for Mannion for dealing with this one, because I don't think I could muster the energy.

I can, however, report that after being in the same room with Hillary Clinton, my libido is still functioning just fine, so all reports of her sucking the sex right out of any who have the misfortune of treading 'cross her path are untrue. I also looked at her directly without turning to stone.

[Hillary Sexism Watch: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six, Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine, Thirty, Thirty-One, Thirty-Two, Thirty-Three, Thirty-Four, Thirty-Five, Thirty-Six, Thirty-Seven, Thirty-Eight, Thirty-Nine, Forty, Forty-One, Forty-Two, Forty-Three, Forty-Four, Forty-Five, Forty-Six, Forty-Seven, Forty-Eight, Forty-Nine, Fifty, Fifty-One, Fifty-Two, Fifty-Three, Fifty-Four, Fifty-Five, Fifty-Six, Fifty-Seven, Fifty-Eight, Fifty-Nine, Sixty, Sixty-One, Sixty-Two, Sixty-Three, Sixty-Four, Sixty-Five, Sixty-Six, Sixty-Seven, Sixty-Eight, Sixty-Nine, Seventy, Seventy-One, Seventy-Two, Seventy-Three, Seventy-Four, Seventy-Five, Seventy-Six, Seventy-Seven, Seventy-Eight, Seventy-Nine, Eighty, Eighty-One, Eighty-Two, Eighty-Three, Eighty-Four, Eighty-Five, Eighty Six, Eighty-Seven, Eighty-Eight.]

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For Better or Worse

Interesting, ahem, article at CNN about how radical personal changes by one partner can dramatically change a relationship. That's such a "duh" concept that I figured there had to be more to it—and so there was! Immediately after hearing about a woman who overcame her reluctance to go nudist with her husband (yay!), we are treated to an anecdote about the "vice president of a high-tech company on Wall Street with a significant salary, plenty of options and an adoring fiancée" who "lived a few doors down from Jackie O's old place on Fifth Avenue." When he decided to quit his 6-figure job to start his own company, his fiancée gave him an ultimatum (boo!).

She "saw my wish to leave such a safe job, to start my own venture, as a weakness. I was delivered an ultimatum: 'Leave the job, lose me.' On the day I quit, she ended our relationship."
What was the venture? Was it a business to which she had an ethical objection? Was it something that required a risk she found unacceptable, like putting up a shared home as collateral? Was it something that was going to require too much of his time away from home, lots of travel?

Who knows. We are just informed that she found his willingness to go from "six figures to zero" a "weakness," and then get this bit of information:
Psychotherapist and relationship expert Gilda Carle, Ph.D., contends that it's common for women to intertwine their respect for the man they love with his wealth. Right or wrong, Carle says, "money is often tied into how a woman perceives her man as powerful, and sometimes, when he loses his power, he loses his appeal."
Uh-huh.

So, now that we've dealt with a woman who supposedly left her partner because he loses his power/appeal, surely we're going to deal with men who leave their partners because they got old/fat/ugly, err, lost their beauty/appeal, right? Surely we're going to hear about how it's common for men to intertwine their respect for the women they love with their looks, right or wrong, aren't we? I mean, that's the obvious flipside of this heteronormative horseshit, right, so that's where we going, yeah?

Especially since CNN so thoughtfully shared with us previously the story of Sharon Twitchell, whose husband not only lost his attraction for his wife of three decades, but also checked out on her emotionally, became ashamed of her, and refused to recognize her personhood until she lost 110 pounds—which is a brutally familiar story, to anyone who, you know, knows other humans or reads "Dear Abby" for three consecutive days. So we're going to hear about how common people leaving partners who fail to stay for eternity exactly the way they looked on their wedding days is, right?

Of course not.
However, even with a lot of effort, experts say, some relationships just can't be saved. Carle describes a situation where a client's husband came home and announced he had become a cross-dresser.
Meaning a guy with a dressing fetish, which loads of couples navigate without much problem at all, or someone who's coming out as transgender, which is more difficult (although some couples weather that rather fine, too)? Who knows. Who cares. The main thing we should know is that this "cross-dressing" situation made for an even more irreparable break in the relationship than even "a psychotic break or a depressive or manic illness that needs to be addressed" can cause.

So, if you're keeping score, that's one "cross-dressing" man who ruined his marriage, one gold-digging woman who ruined her engagement, and one woman who "reluctantly agreed to give [nudism] a try" at her husband's urging and ended up loving it, thereby saving her marriage.

Huzzah.

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RIP Mildred Loving

Mildred Loving, the "matriarch of interracial marriage," has died at age 68. Loving, who was of African and Rappahannock Indian descent, and her husband, the late Richard Loving, were the "Loving" in the landmark 1967 civil rights case, Loving v. Virginia, in which the Supreme Court ruled that Virginia's anti-miscegenation statute was unconstitutional, thereby paving the way for legal interracial marriages throughout the nation.

Loving and her white husband, Richard, changed history in 1967 when the U.S. Supreme Court upheld their right to marry. The ruling struck down laws banning racially mixed marriages in at least 17 states.

They had married in Washington in 1958, when she was 18. Returning to their Virginia hometown, they were arrested within weeks and convicted on charges of "cohabiting as man and wife, against the peace and dignity of the Commonwealth," according to their indictments. The couple avoided a year in jail by agreeing to a sentence mandating that they immediately leave Virginia. They moved to Washington and launched a legal challenge a few years later.

After the Supreme Court ruled, the couple returned to Virginia, where they lived with their children Donald, Peggy and Sidney. Richard Loving died in 1975 in a car accident that also injured his wife.

In a rare interview with The Associated Press last June, Loving said she wasn't trying to change history — she was just a girl who once fell in love with a boy.
Let's lift our teaspoons to Mildred, Shakers.


Surrounded as I am now by wonderful children and grandchildren, not a day goes by that I don't think of Richard and our love, our right to marry, and how much it meant to me to have that freedom to marry the person precious to me, even if others thought he was the "wrong kind of person" for me to marry. I believe all Americans, no matter their race, no matter their sex, no matter their sexual orientation, should have that same freedom to marry. Government has no business imposing some people's religious beliefs over others. Especially if it denies people's civil rights. I am still not a political person, but I am proud that Richard's and my name is on a court case that can help reinforce the love, the commitment, the fairness, and the family that so many people, black or white, young or old, gay or straight seek in life. I support the freedom to marry for all. That's what Loving, and loving, are all about.—Mildred Loving, June 12, 2007, on the 40th anniversary of the Loving v. Virignia decision.

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Death Toll After Myanmar Cyclone Could Reach 10,000

This is just unbelievably sad:

Almost 4,000 people were killed and nearly 3,000 others are unaccounted for after a devastating cyclone in Myanmar, a state radio station said Monday.

Foreign Minister Nyan Win told foreign diplomats at a briefing that the death toll could reach 10,000, according to diplomats who spoke on condition of anonymity because the meeting was held behind closed doors.

… "It's clear that we're dealing with a very serious situation. The full extent of the impact and needs will require an extensive on-the-ground assessment," said Richard Horsey, a spokesman in Bangkok, Thailand for United Nations Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs.

"What is clear at this point is that there are several hundred thousands of people in dire need of shelter and clean drinking water," Horsey said.

U.N. agencies were working with the Red Cross and other organizations to see how it can help those affected by the cyclone. UNICEF spokeswoman Veronique Taveau said the U.N. children's agency alone has five teams assessing the situation in the country.

…The cyclone blew roofs off hospitals and schools and cut electricity in Myanmar's largest city, Yangon. Older citizens said they had never seen the city of some 6.5 million so devastated in their lifetimes.
Hundreds of thousands of people are homeless. Candles and bottled water have, of course, doubled in price.

I don't know that any charitable aid has been set up specifically for Myanmar yet, but, in the meantime, if you'd like to help, donating to UNICEF would be a good start. (You can donate specifically to Myanmar here until they get an emergency fund set up.) They've been working inside Myanmar since 1950 and are likely to have the organization already in place to make sure money gets to where it needs to go.

Please drop any other suggestions—or links to charitable aid and/or emergency funds for Myanmar—into comments.

UPDATE: There's more information on the scope of the devastation and which aid agencies are providing immediate help here.

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