Happy Birthday, Dan the Spud!



Monty wanted me to wish you a happy birthday.

In case it's not obvious, Dan the Spud is the husband of Paul the Spud. Like Paul, he is a real-life do-gooding hero on a daily basis, which, of course, makes him all kinds of awesome. He's also got one of the greatest all-time grins.

Happy Birthday, Dan! We loves ya!

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Happy Birthday, Miller!

For my oft-mentioned girlfriend Miller, who is far away from me at the moment, but is always in my heart:



Your cake is covered in beeeeeeeeees!

And so am I!

Feliz Aniversário, belo. Amo-o.

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Ginormous Douche Opens Mouth, Spews Bullshit

Michael "Savage" Weiner is at it again, slinging his hate and ignorance at another defenseless group. Who's his target this time? Kids. Not just any kids. Sick kids. Autistic kids. According to Weiner, autistic children don't suffer a complex neurobiological disorder, they're just "brats":

"I'll tell you what autism is. In 99 percent of the cases, it's a brat who hasn't been told to cut the act out. That's what autism is. What do you mean they scream and they're silent? They don't have a father around to tell them, 'Don't act like a moron. You'll get nowhere in life. Stop acting like a putz. Straighten up. Act like a man. Don't sit there crying and screaming, idiot.'"
Not content to be just an offensive, repugnant asshole, Weiner needs to be offensive, repugnant, sexist, racist asshole:

"[I]f I behaved like a fool, my father called me a fool. And he said to me, 'Don't behave like a fool.' The worst thing he said -- 'Don't behave like a fool. Don't be anybody's dummy. Don't sound like an idiot. Don't act like a girl. Don't cry.' That's what I was raised with. That's what you should raise your children with. Stop with the sensitivity training. You're turning your son into a girl, and you're turning your nation into a nation of losers and beaten men. That's why we have the politicians we have."
And…

"[W]hy was there an asthma epidemic amongst minority children? Because I'll tell you why: The children got extra welfare if they were disabled, and they got extra help in school. It was a money racket. Everyone went in and was told [fake cough], 'When the nurse looks at you, you go [fake cough], "I don't know, the dust got me." ' See, everyone had asthma from the minority community."
Remind me again why this guy is still on the air?

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The Virtual Pub Is Open



Drinks are on the house.

Belly up to the bar,
and name your poison.

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Toof Update

A lot of people have been asking after Iain since he had his toof out on Monday, so I just wanted to say thank you and give a quick update.

Unfortunately, he's had a really difficult recovery; the infection that necessitated the tooth extraction in the first place has spread, despite his being on antibiotics, and, by this afternoon, he could barely open his mouth at all, could hardly talk, and couldn't eat. His jaw is just not moving, and his ear and throat have gotten badly infected, too. As you can probably imagine, he is also in excruciating pain.

So I took him to the emergency room, since there weren't any doctors in our area that were open who accept our insurance, and now he's got a stronger antibiotic, which will hopefully knock this thing out at long last. I'll be on Jell-O duty for the duration, so forgive me if I continue to be not around as much as usual.

In the meantime, send healing thoughts our way. He could use 'em.

UPDATE: The super-antibiotics seem to be helping. This morning, Iain's voice sounded normal for the first time in a week, and he was able to turn his head to the side a little bit, which he hasn't been able to do in days. (He's been having to turn his whole upper body, which of course I've been mocking mercilessly, deeming him "Robot Iain," about the only thing that's given him a good laugh.) So a little progress. Iain says he's pretty sure it's all the good thoughts being sent his way... :-)

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On Boys and Girls, Part II

Back in April, I wrote about an article about research that suggested a birth mother's diet prior to pregnancy may influence a baby's sex. My concern was mainly with the framing of the article, which was disproportionately focused on whether it was possible to "raise the odds of having a boy."

I was particularly struck by one quote used to set the article's departing tone:

The last line of the article is a quote from Dr. Michael Lu, an associate professor of obstetrics, gynecology, and public health at UCLA, who sums up the science thusly: "The bottom line is, we still don't know how to advise patients in how to make boys."

It's not like they do know how to advise patients in how to make girls. But what kind of asshole would want to deliberately make a girl, right?
This morning, I got an email from Dr. Lu, explaining his quote, and, with his permission, I'm posting it—because it's enlightening to see how the fix was in, as it were, right from the interview stage, because it's encouraging (as I told Dr. Lu, we rarely get responses as thoughtful as his; they're generally of the "dumm bith" variety), and because, as he told me, "Rarely in life do we get to say something over again after we said something wrong."
Dear Ms McEwan,

I came across your blog tonight and found my quote the subject of your article On Boys and Girls. I would like to explain my quote.

I was asked by the reporter: "So Dr Lu, if a couple comes to your office and ask you how they can make a boy, what would you tell them?" I was answering her question directly when I told her that we still don't know how to make boys.

I should've said we still don't know how to make boys or girls (which we don't). I wish I did. I am still learning how to talk to reporters.

As father of two daughters, I really appreciate the story about your father. I feel the same way about my girls, and wish someday they will remember me the same way as you do about your father.

Anyway, please accept my apology for what I said, and for all the unintended consequences of what I didn't mean to say. And thank you for what you are trying to do with your article and with your blog.

Most Sincerely,
Michael
Thanks very much for writing to me, Dr. Lu—and for letting me share your note and for being someone who thinks about this stuff. Welcome to our Teaspoon Brigade. I hope you'll stick around.

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As an aside, I want to note that Dr. Lu is not apologizing for being deliberately malicious, but because, irrespective of intent, he still said something problematic. His apology is one of the "Pardon me for unintentionally stepping on your foot" variety, about which I've written before. Maude knows, I've had to issue those kinds of apologies myself, and I appreciate the lack of defensiveness that takes.

(The reporter—from the AP, natch—by contrast, appears to have had an agenda, making her role more akin to a sucker-punch to the gut than an inelegant step on someone else's toes.)

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Congratulations to Michael Emerson!


One of our favorite Losties, Michael Emerson, aka Benry, was nominated for an Emmy for Best Supporting Actor. He was nominated last year, too, but against Terry O'Quinn, aka John Locke, who won. I hope Benry gets it this year—it's so well-deserved!

Lost also received seven other nominations:

• Outstanding Cinematography for a One-Hour Series
• Outstanding Drama Series
• Outstanding Music Composition for a Series
• Outstanding Single-Camera Picture Editing for a Drama Series
• Outstanding Sound Editing for a Series
• Outstanding Sound Mixing for a One-Hour Series
• Outstanding Special Class—Short-Format Live-Action Entertainment Programs (for Lost: Missing Pieces)

Woot!

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How is this possible?

A local woman has been arrested after she was accused of killing her unborn child by cutting the umbilical cord, authorities said Monday. Jennifer Darlene Johnson, 30, of 1796 Lauderdale 7, Florence, has been charged with manslaughter, authorities said.

Florence police detective Capt. Ron Tyler said Johnson was seven months into her pregnancy when she was taken to Helen Keller Hospital in Sheffield on Friday night, where her baby was delivered. Tyler said the baby was dead at birth. … He said medical personnel at Keller Hospital, during the course of the baby's delivery, discovered the umbilical cord had been "severed while still inside the mother's uterus." (Link.)
Leaving aside all the issues around the use of the term "unborn child" and charging someone with manslaughter for killing a fetus, does anyone else wonder how it's even possible for a woman to cut an umbilical cord while it's still in her uterus?

The article notes that she was driven to the hospital by her boyfriend after he "recogniz[ed] something was wrong with her." What it does not note is that her boyfriend is not the baby's father.

Given that it seems wildly impossible for a woman to sever an umbilical cord in her own womb, and that her boyfriend has what is usually called "motive," and that the cord was evidently severed at his house, it seems a rather alarming oversight not to even mention in passing the possibility she may not have acted alone.

But that sort of undermines the monstrous she-devil quality of the story, now, doesn't it? Providing all the facts risks merely painting the picture that she's a deeply fucked-up human being with a possible deeply fucked-up human being accomplice, instead of a virtual alien being.

Treating women as if they can't do heinous shit is the flipside of the same coin as treating women as if they can't do anything of value.

The result is regarding extremely bad or extremely accomplished women as so exceptional as to be inhuman.

[H/T to Shaker KathleenB, who hat tips Jezebel.]

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This is EXTREMELY Important

I know I posted Random YouTubery earlier, but as resident Cute Overlord of Shakesville, I insist that you watch the following video immediately.



Thanks, Meg!

I personally think this clip is in the running for the greatest YouTube of all time.

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Friday Blogaround

It's one of our fancy internet traditionz!

Recommended Reading:

Mannion: Writer to Writer

Coturnix: Darwinist

Nojojojo: Classic Hipster Racism

Melissa: Mamma Mia—Feminist Creative Power on Film

And I'm sad to say so long to DBK.

Leave your links in comments...

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Go On, Name One

I'm sure Nancy Pelosi will catch a lot of flack (mostly along the lines of "Oh, yeah? So's your old man") for calling President Bush a "total failure," but in all seriousness, I'd like someone to name one policy or initiative put forth by the Bush administration that has been a proven success. It doesn't have to be 100%, either; I'll accept a "gentlemen's C." After all, if that was good enough for Mr. Bush at Yale, it's got to count for something now.

So, go on, name one.

(Cross-posted.)

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A Stroll Down WTF Lane

What the everloving fuck is this article doing in The Nation? "The Editors" claim it's the inaugural entry in "Carnal Knowledge, a regular feature devoted to the subject of sex," but it reads more like an excuse to engage in a fun little bit of misogyny, with a generous side order of racism.

The piece begins with the line: "In politics as in pop, legions of little girls jumping out of their panties can't be wrong. That's the vital lesson so far of Election '08." And it doesn't get any better from there.

I watched a throng of them in November 2006, teenagers in their short skirts and breathlessness, jumping and jittering, hands to cheeks, screaming for Barack Obama.

…By '07 even the boys were Obama Girls, and their parents were borne along on the energy, feeling young and hip and a little damp in the drawers themselves.
Seriously? I mean, seriously? Does The Nation really not have any editors who see a problem with suggesting that men who are passionate about another man are behaving like panty-wetting girls?
If politically he now appears to be not substantively different from any other neoliberal, as a sex symbol he is the new man. New, most plainly, because in his mingled blood those born since 1980 or so can see their future lovers and children, if they don't already see themselves.
Mingled blood?! Again, I'm wondering who the hell is editing this shit that they don't know that "race mingling" is a politically and culturally supercharged term that makes the use of a phrase like "mingled blood" here decidedly inappropriate. It conjures "race mingling" even further, as it's immediately followed by a reference to Obama's parents and the "historically combustible idea of a black man and a white woman in bed together."

The point being made here—of which these phrases are used in support—is that interracial relationships aren't remotely as scandalous, and bi- or multiracial people not remotely as uncommon, among much of the younger generation as they were among earlier generations, which is true (although, as yesterday's QotD thread pointedly and poignantly illustrates, pretending that the whole thing is done and dusted, or anywhere close, is a wee bit premature). But what's weird is that this point is being made in furtherance of the larger one—that Obama is a "new" kind of sex symbol, in that he's a biracial black man who appeals to both "white and black" girls. (Sorry, brown girls—you don't exist.)

So the argument is that younger people don't find interracial lovin' all that notable, which makes their (in part) interracial crushes on Obama notable, so notable that he's a new kind of sex symbol altogether, but evidently only to old fogies who find all that race mingling really, really notable, because the kids these days don't find it notable and therefore don't recognize he's a new kind of sex symbol. Or something.

I give up.

The rest of the piece is peppered with clauses that just make my teeth positively grind—descriptions of JFK "[taking a woman] against the wall" and of Cindy McCain as John McCain's "zombified former drug addict wife"—leaving me wondering why on earth this was published at all, no less as a tone-setter for a new series.

A series I'll be sure to avoid.

[H/T to Shaker Brenda.]

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Random YouTubery: Judo in Under 30 Seconds



Via the mighty Recon

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Who's That Girl?

So, the New York Time does a story (not filed under news or politics, of course, but under "Arts," subcategory "Television) about Rachel Maddow crashing the gates at MSNBC, and the photos chosen to accompany the article are like a Freudian blueprint in fear and hatred of women. This is the photo they chose to top the piece:


That's right. The back of her fucking head.

This is apparently supposed to be humorous or clever—I'm not sure which, since it's neither—as the article starts with: "For clues about who might be next to get a show on MSNBC, viewers need not have looked further than 'Countdown' earlier this month." Maddow is then named immediately, so it's one short-lived mystery—but that's enough, evidently, to justify a picture of the back of her fucking head as the main article image.

The accompanying sidebar images are just as bad:


One shows Maddow in make-up (how wonderfully womany!), one focuses in on her digitized image on a screen while she is blurred in the background, and the third also masks her face as it's an image of her holding up a Keith Olbermann mask. Not one clear shot of her.

Anyone who thinks I'm making a big deal out of nothing, go compare these images to the main image of Chris Matthews that accompanied the New York Times Magazine cover story on him, who, let's remember, is Maddow's colleague. And the sidebar images for that piece are qualitatively different, as they show him in artsy close-up and ddoing his job, not blurred in the background on-set but off-air, or getting his make-up done.

This is the kind of insidious stuff of inequality so ubiquitous that we all nearly completely desensitized to it. If only that meant it didn't matter—but, of course, it's this "little stuff" which serves as the fertile soil in which everything else takes root and whence everything else springs; the "little stuff" like this is the way that the fundamental idea that women are not equal to men is conveyed over and over and over again.

[H/T to Shaker Leyre.]

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Homicide: Life on the Street



I loved this show.

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Question of the Day

What was your first experience with racism?

Because I'm white, I've almost never been a target of racism (on one of the rare occasions I was, I was called a racial epithet used for Asian people, despite the fact that I almost couldn't look less Asian, which typifies the erudition of racists), and I also grew up in a home where racism was not expressed by anyone in my family—not my immediate family nor extended family. I literally don't recall a single one of my relatives ever using a racial epithet or telling a racist joke or making a sweeping generalization about an entire race or ethnic group in my entire life. (Or about LGBTQs or the disabled or anyone else, for that matter.)

That said, my parents (both teachers) made sure I understood that racism existed and talked to me about it, but, still, the first time I heard someone singled out as somehow "different" because of his or her race, it shocked the fuck out of me.

I was 14 and dating a really super guy, my first holding-hands-in-the-hallway-at-school boyfriend, and one day a friend of mine said to me sort of wistfully how her mother would never let her date him. When I asked why, she replied, "Because he's a spic." So matter-of-fact.

It was the moment I became aware of racism as a practice, rather than just an abstract concept about which I'd heard, and really, the first time I ever thought about what "race" really meant. Until that point, it was if "blonde" and "black" had approximately the same connotation to me—neutral descriptors about what someone looked like. (Talk about privilege.)

It was scary to me to realize all at once how nefarious and present racism really was—and how close to me. It was like waking up in a swimming pool. I remember my breath sort of whooshing out of me like I'd been hit and feeling my face flush with embarrassment. Not for me, and certainly not on my boyfriend's behalf, but for my friend—for having a racist mom.

Easy to judge, of course. Recently, Mama Shakes told me how much thinking she's done about her own internalized racism because of Shakesville. We're all swimming in that pool, whether we've woken up there yet or not.

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How to Get Away with Rape in Canada: Just Make Sure Your Victim Is Drunk

by Matttbastard

[Trigger warning.]

Polly Jones of Marginal Notes puts it succinctly:

The message is loud and clear: don't drink or you can be raped without consequence.

And, it makes no difference if you're a 14-year-old girl who is assaulted by an adult male.
Think she's being facetious? Welcome to Calgary, Alberta, Canada, circa 2008:
Having sex with a drunken 14-year-old he had plied with alcohol was not a criminal offence by former Calgary man, a judge ruled yesterday.

Justice Peter McIntyre said there was insufficient evidence the girl didn't consent to having sex with Trevor Byron Niebergall.

But McIntyre did find Niebergall guilty of sexual assault for placing his genitals on the girl's face after she passed out -- an act the offender captured on his cellphone camera and showed to co-workers.
Say what?! Hold on—it gets worse:
McIntyre said the fact the teenage complainant didn't remember her sexual encounter with Niebergall at a December 2005 New Year's Eve party did not mean she hadn't consented.
Yes, that's right—the fact that the victim blacked out due to intoxication shouldn't lead one to conclude that she was in no condition to consent to sexual intercourse. *blink*
He noted one witness said she appeared to have the capacity to consent when she and Niebergall went to a washroom in his brother's apartment, where they had sex. And the Queen's Bench judge said the girl willingly consumed large amounts of alcohol supplied by Niebergall even after he made lewd sexual comments.

…"The accused's lewd comments towards her did not compel her to leave," the judge said. "The complainant was not forced to consume alcohol -- she drank ... beer willingly and then switched to alcohol. It is not at all clear why she drank so heavily."
How dare she: What's next—truancy? Disrespecting her elders? Why, she's careening down the road to moral ruin without wearing a seatbelt!
Niebergall, then 19, showed photographs of the teen, naked and passed out, to co-workers the following day, bragging he had had sex with her six times.
Uh huh. Taking pictures of a 14 year old. Passed out. After raping her.

Butbutbut she was drinking underage; please, let's keep things in perspective.

Ok, back to Justice Petey McDipshit:
McIntyre said because the girl drank so heavily and had little recollection of events at the party, he could not accept her claim she didn't agree to have sex.

"Her evidence was not reliable after she started drinking," he said.
Once again: The judge made his ruling because the victim couldn't prove a negative—that she hadn't consented to sex with Niebergall because she was too fucking wasted at the time to subsequently remember what happened. There's something utterly wrong with this picture. And utterly wrong with the following, too:
Crown prosecutor Susan Kennedy said a 45- to 60-day jail term is warranted for the incident which occurred after the teen passed out.
45-to-60 days in jail for rape production and distribution of child porn sexual assault? Nice to see that courts outside of Ontario also possess a high regard for the value and safety of morally wayward wimmins. Here's hoping Niebergall gets 45-to-60 days, instead of just 1.

And of course we can't have a post on rape without a rape apologist (or minimizer, anyway) showing up in comments: Meet upstanding Canadian conservative Dickie Evans:
uummm... This took place back in 2005. If memory serves, the age of consent wasn't raised from 14 to 16 until the spring of 2008. Back then it was completely legal for this pig to have sex with that little girl after getting her drunk.

For that, you have to blame the [Liberal Party of Canada] and [New Democratic Party of Canada] because it was their opposition to a raise in the age of consent that had things held up for so long. Had the issue been addressed by the other parties, back in 1999, when it was brought up by Reform Party MP's, the subject of your post could have been charged and convicted with statutory rape instead of walking away with a simple slap on the wrist...

Blame the pig, yes, but save a little blame as well, for the left half of the political spectrum who thought that it was "OK" for the age of consent to remain at 14. Because of them, the pig was able to do what he did legally.
To repeat (and expand upon) the comments I left at Polly's place:

1. Not 'have sex with'. Raped. Full stop.

2. Not statutory rape.

Rape.

Full stop.

Despite what Justice McIntyre said in his decision, the fact that the victim was stinking, steaming drunk means she wasn't in any condition to knowingly consent to anything. Oh, and production and distribution of child pornography was, as far as I know, still illegal back in 2005. Although I suppose underage imbibing by a 14 year old delinquent negates that statute, too.

3. IANAL, but since when is it legal for an adult to knowingly serve alcohol to a minor, or take advantage of a woman (whether she's 14 or 44) when, again, she is too intoxicated to grant consent (thus making it, y'know, rapefull fucking stop? Sorry, Dickie, but strawman arguments wrapped in Reform green about teh EVUL GRITS AND NDP (AGE OF CONSENT!!!1 SQUAWK!!1) are an unnecessary distraction from the one pertinent issue at hand: a 14 year old was raped and this fucking asshole, Trevor Byron Niebergall, fucking got away with it. That is all that fucking matters.

Ok, all bitter snark aside—I am absolutely spitting mad. I can't believe that, in this day and age, a Justice would spout such utter claptrap—and allow his apparent misogyny to override adherence to the Criminal Code of Canada. Ok, I can believe it (this is not the first time a judge in Canada has engaged in secondary victimization, nor, unfortunately, will it be the last) but I am damn sure disgusted and outraged by this horseshit.

This decision, complete with 'why didn't she X' victim blaming, is a fucking disgrace. Justice Peter McIntyre has serious head-up-ass issues with regards to women and the law. He has no business being on the goddamn bench.

(Again, my utmost thanks to Polly Jones for taking the time and effort to uncover this.)

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Take My Same-Sex Life Partner, Please

It would have been great if Kevin Cullen could have written his pro-same-sex marriage column for the Boston Globe without including a bunch of hacky "jokes" about how much being married to a woman suxxx for straight dudez like him.

I've always had an egalitarian view on this. I think it's unconstitutionally unfair that only heterosexuals are allowed to know what it feels like to get constantly nagged, be told your socks don't match, and find out your wallet has been emptied so your spouse could buy another pair of shoes that will lie unworn in a closet.

…I never understood how this became a liberal/conservative thing.

I thought gay marriage was something the religious right would try to foist on gay people. You know, so gay couples could be miserable like the rest of us.
"The rest of us," of course, being the people who are "constantly nagged," told their socks don't match, and ripped off by shoe-whores—which totally could be either sex, because those aren't gendered stereotypes at all.

Ahem.

This is called not helping. Cullen might think that a little "playful" misogyny doesn't matter in a column about same-sex marriage, but, aside from the fact that half of the people on whose behalf he's presumably speaking are women (in case he's forgotten what the L in LGBTQ stands for, it's lesbians, otherwise known as gay women), most homophobia used to target gay men has its roots in misogyny. So perpetuating misogyny really isn't helpful to gay men, either.

Rude and ineffective. Way to go, dude. You're quite the awesome fauxgressive.

[H/T to Shaker Broce.]

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Patriotic Image of the Day

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SYTYCD: Holy Pas de Deux, Batman!

So what are you thinking about the partnerships? I was thrilled when I found out Katee and Will were now paired together and, wow, did they ever deliver with the pas de deux last night (ignore the craptastic Archuleta cover--ugh):


Their first routine of the night was a Tyce DiOrio broadway routine that also got rave reviews. Theirs weren't the only awesome dances of the evening though:


Comfort & Twitch

Comfort and Twitch are paired together and did an amazing job with the hip-hop routine (wardrobe dept: WTF? did you sew tinfoil on Twitch's t-shirt?). Their smooth waltz was generally panned by the judges (totally superficial comment: how hot is Twitch in that rolled-sleeve dress shirt outfit? *fans self*).

New partners Josh and Courtney also brought some hotness with their rumba:


Their first routine was an interesting Dave Scott hip-hop routine that the judges generally liked all right. I don't think either of them are in much danger of going home.

Gev and Chelsie had a very cool contemporary routine choreographed by Sonya:


Their next routine was a jive that Chelsie nailed and, according to the judges, Gev didn't quite. I was still impressed though--those steps looked wicked fast.

The overall disappointing couple last night were Mark and Kherington (two-step and jazz). The two-step really did look uncomfortable to me. I don't know if it was the routines or that their partnership isn't great chemistry-wise or what but I thought they had the worst night of everyone. I also wasn't impressed with Mark's solo last night.

So, what did you think? Who do you think might go? I'm thinking maybe Comfort and Mark.

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