Right and Wrong

Now that Maine has become the fifth state to allow same-sex marriage and the second to do it via legislation (and New Hampshire may become the sixth and third, respectively), the anti-gay lobby and the GOP are in a tough spot. Their argument that same-sex marriage was being foisted on a resistant population by "activist judges" has now been swept away, and so all they have left is fulmination and hand-wringing.

Our party platform articulates our opposition to gay marriage and civil unions, positions shared by many Americans. I believe that marriage should be between one man and one woman and strongly disagree with Maine’s decision to legalize gay marriage.
That's from Michael Steele, the chairman -- for the moment -- of the RNC, in a statement he released late last night after he initially said he wouldn't be making a statement. It's apparent that he was prodded into saying something, so he recycled the old cant about marriage being between one man and one woman.

It still is; it's just more now. Nowhere in any of the laws passed in Maine, Massachusetts or Vermont or in the rulings from the courts in New Jersey Connecticut or Iowa is the right of one man and one woman to get married challenged or redefined. All these laws do is expand the right of two people of the same gender to be entitled to make a commitment to each other and avail themselves of the same rights and responsibilities that heretofore were extended only to heterosexual couples. And it does not impose upon a church or a religious group the burden of having to recognize or perform a ceremony for a same-sex couple. Roman Catholic churches can still refuse to marry same-sex couples the same way they already refuse to marry non-Catholic straight couples.

The larger point, though, is that the conservatives are of the mindset that expanding a right dilutes that right; that allowing same-sex unions diminishes the marriages of straight couples or makes a "mockery" of "traditional" marriage. In the first place, "traditional" marriage as envisioned by these proponents is, historically, very recent and in some places in the world, not yet even the norm. People getting married purely for love is a revolutionary concept in the history of human relations; so much so that it was a dramatic enough idea that Shakespeare was considered outside the box, so to speak, for writing plays about couples who wanted to get married because they were in love. Marriage, as the bible defined it, was purely a business proposition.

Second, given the current state of matrimony in Western culture and a divorce rate of 50% or more -- especially in the Bible Belt -- "traditional marriage" could use a boost by people so in love and willing to make a commitment to each other that they are going to court to force the states to recognize their relationship, even at the risk of employment and security, and certainly at the risk of demonization by those who allegedly preach the gospel of "love one another." The irony is that same-sex couples are doing a better job of showing their true commitment to the rest of the world, whereas some straight couples denigrate it by taking it for granted or treat it as a lark (see Spears, Britney).

Finally, it's more than a little bigoted to say that somehow same-sex couples make a mockery of marriage. That's assuming that those people entering into this covenant are somehow less worthy of equal rights than everyone else. Why is the assumption that by including non-heterosexuals in the same cultural and legal rights makes those rights something less than what they are now? What is it about being gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered or otherwise, that makes someone less human?

Conservatives have, by and large, been on the wrong side of history when it comes to cultural evolution. They were wrong on slavery, women's rights, voting rights, civil rights, desegregation, reproductive choice, and now the rights of two people to make the personal choice to be recognized by the state and federal government as entitled to the same rights as everyone else. Ironically, the cornerstone of conservatism has been the advocacy for individual freedom, self-determination, and keeping the state out of the micromanagement of the lives of citizens. Same-sex marriage would seem to be a perfect example of those rock-ribbed conservative values.

Cross-posted from Bark Bark Woof Woof.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

The Tom Jones Show: "Help Yourself"

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Late Night Random YouTubery

So I have this stuck in my head.


And now you do too!

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Apropos of Bras

Reading Melissa's post reminded me of an experience I had the other day. A few weeks ago, during a visit to my parents in Houston, my ever-tactful mom informed me that I needed a new bra (I'll spare you her exact words, except to say that they made me feel simultaneously 13 and 60 years old). Anyway, like Melissa, I was shocked at how much the bras cost ($42 apiece for two "ultimate T-shirt bras," in pink and black, at Soma). Still, I was psyched to have my first new bras in, oh, 5 years, and I still am. Except! When I took out the pink bra, a week or so after buying it... THIS is what I saw:



You probably can't tell from the shitty iPhone photo, but that's a little pink metal ribbon, indicating my support for the breast cancer research of the Susan G. Komen Foundation, whose work (which focuses on addressing breast cancer after diagnosis instead of researching its causes) I most decidedly do not support. (And don't even get me started on the infantilization and crass consumerism that drives the breast cancer industry--practices Think Before You Pink has dubbed "pinkwashing"). Even more annoyingly, Soma's web site does not make it clear that buying their "pink support" bra means supporting The Cause. Curse you, Cancer-Industrial Complex, you've foiled me again!

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Question of the Day

The natural follow-up to yesterday's QotD is: What film adaptation do you consider to be superior to the source material on which it was based?

The entire premise of Ian McEwan's Atonement [spoiler and trigger warning] is centered on an eyewitness misidentifying a rapist, while the rape victim keeps schtum and marries her rapist. In the book, which I read before I'd read enough McEwan to know he's got a problem with being unable to imagine other motivating events in women's lives besides rape (which is a whole other post that I swear I'll get around to writing someday), there's no suggestion whatsoever that Lola, the girl who was raped, marries her rapist, Paul, in some desperate attempt to redefine what he did to her, nor that she was coerced, nor any other mitigating explanation for the otherwise improbable scenario.

In the film, there is enough hint, largely because its director, Joe Wright, seems better able to empathize with women than does McEwan, that Lola is confused and unhappy and young and generally conflicted about marrying Paul that it makes the marriage more believable. Given that the whole plot hinges on Lola having a reason to not identify Paul as her rapist, one's got to buy the idea that she'd marry him (as the marriage is McEwan's device to explain her silence). It's more convincing in the film, which is, in every other way precisely how I'd imagined the book, so that gives the film the edge.

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'Cuz You Know How Those Queers Are

This is extraordinarily outrageous, even for the intolerant, hatemongering ignoramuses known as the GOP (emphasis mine):

Gay-rights groups have voiced hope that Obama will select the first openly gay Supreme Court nominee, and the Gay and Lesbian Victory Fund has offered two suggestions: Kathleen Sullivan, a former Stanford Law School dean, and Pam Karlan, another Stanford professor.

But conservative leaders have warned the nomination of a gay or lesbian justice could complicate Obama's effort to confirm a replacement for Souter, and another Republican senator on Wednesday warned a gay nominee would be too polarizing.

"I know the administration is being pushed, but I think it would be a bridge too far right now," said GOP Chief Deputy Whip John Thune. "It seems to me this first pick is going to be a kind of important one, and my hope is that he'll play it a little more down the middle. A lot of people would react very negatively."
Only in the fucked-up, privilege-soaked, fauxtopian fantasy world of the Republicans, with their bullshit rhetoric about tradition and morality masking an antique ideology that has no place in a multicultural society, could the mere fact of being gay be regarded as "polarizing," as "a bridge too far."

Steve rightly notes that Thune is "as a practical matter, is establishing a litmus test—qualifications and merit are important, but homosexuality, regardless of any other factor, is more important," and posits that Thune is doing so because he "assume[s] that a gay nominee is necessarily someone on the ideological fringe." The reality is that any person who Exists While Gay is axiomatically part of the ideological fringe to people like Thune. They spend their whole lives relegating people to the margins, and they can't even conceive of a marginalized person who might not be a wild-eyed lunatic, given that they go apoplectic at the mere thought of conceding an ounce of their privilege.

Hence, we have the GOP Chief Deputy Whip and a seasoned Senator indicating in a positively shameless manner that marginalized people should not be allowed a potential judicial ally. Thune's rank bigotry couldn't be more evident: Oh noes! A gay person on the Supreme Court might mean that the LGBTQI community has an ally when they sue for the equal rights we've been denying them for more than two hundred years!

Hey, GOP: That's why you're losing, right there. Because your elected members are fucking assholes.

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Busts 4 Justice

Shaker SapphireCate just sent me the link to this BBC article about big-busted women taking on Marks & Sparks' policy of charging more for bras sized over a DD cup. And the funny thing is that my first response was: "Only £2 more?! And only over a DD?! Lucky gals."

Coincidentally, when SCate sent the link, I was actually looking for a new bra online, and the prices are OUTRAGEOUS. All my bras are like eleventy-thousand years old, and they're falling apart at the seams, but I just can't face that I need to spend like $30 on a bra just because I'm a freaking DD cup. And, more importantly, have a band wider than 40".

I know they use more material, but come on! Argh.

Just another reason, among many, that I'm really glad I don't have to wear a bra most of the time.

(And no disrespect to, or criticism of, women who either have to wear a bra or like wearing them. I'm just stating my personal preference and no implicit commentary is intended.)

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Random YouTubery: For the Fellow Floydians


This is, without exception, my favorite version of Careful With That Axe, Eugene.

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Lambert Rocks Idol

Last night was "rock night" on American Idol, and it was another round of "Which one of these doesn't belong?" as Adam Lambert came out and rocked some Zeppelin:


Although, if I'm honest, I liked Adam's duet with Allison even more than this solo performance last night:

If these two aren't the finalists this year, there is no justice in the world. And of course we know there isn't, so it will probably be Adam and that douchebag Gokey. Speaking of whom…


Oh, HELL no. What the fuck was THAT? Save me, Maude. Save me, and save my ears from the scary youth minister and his horrible weaponized screechery.

Btw, I loved—LOVED—how much Kris and Danny seemed to hate each other during their duet last night.


Their barely-concealed contempt for one another was even more priceless during the judging. How can the love between two youth ministers have gone so terribly wrong?! I bet it was about the number of sacraments.

Here's some more Adam, care of Andy:


Rock on.

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Hugh Jackman Is Just Getting Stingy Now

He wants all my love—ALL OF IT!


Hugh Jackman has announced that despite wanting to be a dancer when he was a child, he gave up his dreams after his older brother accused him of being gay.

The 40-year-old X-Men Origins: Wolverine star said in an interview with Time Out: "In another world, another life, probably growing up in another country, I might have been more of a dancer. In fact I was going down that road when I was about 12.

"I was encouraged to do that, and I remember my brother saying, 'Ah, you poof,' so I gave it up. I dropped it like a hot rock. I didn't have the guts of Billy Elliot at the time!

"I think was about 11 actually, I wasn't even 100 per cent sure what [poof] meant, but I knew this wasn't cool. Then later when I was about 18, I remember thinking this is just ridiculous; I enjoyed dancing."
So, here's the thing. This could have been like any one of a billion stories I've read in which a male celebrity talks about giving up some pursuit (frequently professional ball-athletes who gave up ballet, or businessmen who gave up acting) because a father/older brother/friend(s) told them it was "faggy" or "for girls," that concludes with some variation of: "So I gave it up and lived happily ever after as a very manly man. The End."

But this is a Hugh Jackman story, so, instead, it ends with: "And I realized that being afraid to be seen as gay was weak, and it was stupid, and so I said, 'Fuck it,' and learned to dance and lived happily ever after. The End." Which is, like, so much better it's not even funny.

And, once again, I don't care if he is gay but closeted as the gossip insists: At the moment he's presenting as straight—and he's not suing magazines who suggest he's gay; he's telling a story about a boy who learned to dance despite gay taunts. There are boys who need to hear those stories. (Girls, too.) So I'm glad he's telling his own.

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Shakespeare's Sister Theater Presents...


Episode 59: "The Jailbird Always Sings Twice"
Story and Graphics by Liss

[This post originally ran on October 26, 2006 as part of the Superbloggers series, and I'm reposting it today in honor of Spudsy's birthday. Wheeeeeee!]

When last we left our fearless Superbloggers, they had just managed to narrowly escape Mark "maf54" Foley's Chat Room of Doom through the cunning use of explosive snark.


"Thank Zeus you came up with that terrible pun about turning the page," said The Pink Petulance. "Otherwise we might never have busted out of that thing."

"No kidding," agreed Dr. Zero. "By the way, did you notice how Foley's series of tubes were totally clogged with porn?"

"What am I—blind?!" exclaimed The Pink Petulance. "It's a wonder he isn't, the dirty wanker."

Just as the superbloggers arrived at the Fortress of Snarkitude, the Spudphone started to ring.

"Could you be a dear?" said Dr. Zero. "I'm making us drinkies."

The Pink Petulance grabbed the phone. "Who is it and what the hell do you want?"

"For Clenis' sake! What kind of way is that to answer the phone, Pink Petulance?"

Yes, it was SuperKos, calling our Superblogger heroes to give them their Superblogger orders, which they would follow without question, as all Superbloggers do.

"Shut it, SuperKos," snapped The Pink Petulance. "My ass has been stuck in Foley's Chat Room of Doom all day; I don't need any shit right now. What's the score?"

"I'm afraid there's serious trouble in Beltropolis," SuperKos said. "I'd take care of it myself, but with the election coming up—"

"Just give me the lowdown," barked The Pink Petulance. Dr. Zero arrived with drinks. "Wait, hold on—I'm putting you on superspeaker… Okay, go."

"The Googler has stolen the flag!" exclaimed SuperKos.

"The Googler has stolen the fag?" asked Dr. Zero. He and The Pink Petulance looked at each other curiously.

"No, not the fag, you idiots! The flag!" yelled SuperKos. "God, I hate superspeaker! Anyway, The Googler has stolen the flag and is using it to wreak all kinds of havoc all over the country. From village to dell, he's terrorizing the people and making them bow to his bidding. It's our worst nightmare!"

"We're on it," said Dr. Zero. "To the Spudmobile!"

* * *


As the Superbloggers approached The Googler's lair at the center of Beltropolis, they realized it was even worse than they had feared. Standing outside Internets Mansion were The Googler's evil henchmen, Darth Cheney and Heinous Hastert the Tyrannosaurus of Turpitude. From nearly a mile away, the Superbloggers could hear Darth Cheney's guttural howling: "Goooo fuck yourself!" It sent chills up their spines.


"We're gonna need backup," said Dr. Zero.

"Give me the communicator," said The Pink Petulance. "I know just who to call."

While The Pink Petulance put out the call to their Superblogger ally, Dr. Zero parked the Spudmobile. They had barely had time to finish the delicious tuna sandwiches The Pink Petulance had packed for them before help had arrived. "Look!" cried Dr. Zero. "It's Captain Waveflux!"

"It is I—Captain Waveflux!" said the newly arrived Superblogger. "Whuzzup?"

"The Googler has stolen the flag," said The Pink Petulance. "He's using it to take control of the whole country!"

"According to our sources, he's hiding out in his lair right now," added Dr. Zero. "But Darth Cheney and Heinous Hastert are standing guard. We've taken on some evil beasts in our day, but the two of us against that dastardly duo…?"

"You were wise to call," said Captain Waveflux. "Let's roll."

The trio of Superbloggers made their way to the front gate of Internets Mansion. "Goooo fuck yourself!" shouted Darth Cheney. He aimed a rifle at them.

Captain Waveflux shot an Anti-Belligerence Bolt at him, stunning him. At that moment, Heinous Hastert came lumbering toward them. "You two finish off Darth Cheney," said The Pink Petulance. "I've got a score to settle with the scaly pot of shit over there."

Dr. Zero shot Darth Cheney with the Integrity Ray. "You got it!" he said. "I think we've got this under control."

While Captain Waveflux and Dr. Zero dispatched with Darth Cheney, The Pink Petulance strutted toward Heinous Hastert. "So we meet again," snarled Heinous Hastert.

"Yeah. Last time I saw that ugly mug of yours, you were devouring my grandma, if I recall correctly," said The Pink Petulance.

"You're damn tootin'!" cackled Heinous Hastart. "And she was delicious."

The Pink Petulance reached into her backpack and drew out her secret weapon. "Take this, Hastert!" she cried.


"Sparkleshorts?!" Heinous Hastert yowled. "Noooooooooooo!" He quivered and backed away, trying vainly to reach his small arms far enough to cover his eyes.

"By the power of Richard Simmons, I condemn you!" yelled The Pink Petulance.

And with that, Heinous Hastert exploded and was no more.

The three Superbloggers regrouped to formulate a plan to take on The Googler. But then—out of nowhere—he appeared before them. "The Googler!" Dr. Zero cried.


"Yeah, heh heh. That's right," said The Googler. "That's me. Heh heh. I'm—"

"Damn you, Googler!" shouted The Pink Petulance.

"Lemme finish," said The Googler.

"You won't get away with your evil plan, Googler!" said Captain Waveflux.

"Lemme finish," said The Googler. "Interrupt me once, shame on you. Interrupt me twice…interrupted…can't get interrupted again."

"What the fuck are you babbling about?" asked The Pink Petulance.

"It's an old saying we got in Texas," said The Googler. "Heh heh."

"I really hate this guy," muttered The Pink Petulance.

"Me, too," said Dr. Zero.

"Me, too," said Captain Waveflux.

"I gotta mandate!" said The Googler. "Stay the course. There's a rumor on the internets, you know. Is our children learning? We've got to be able to put food on our families."

The three Superbloggers looked at each other. "How did this guy become an arch villian?" Captain Waveflux asked. "He's a moron."

The Pink Petulance sighed exasperatedly. "Listen, Googler. Are you going to give up the flag nice and easy, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?"

"Being The Googler is hard work," he replied.

"I'm over it," Dr. Zero said impatiently. "Let's get him."

The Superbloggers rushed in, flinging everything they had at The Googler—Anti-Belligerence Bolts, the Integrity Ray, the Hypocrisy Beam, the Spritzing Clown Flower of Undeniable Logic. Each onslaught was met with The Googler's infamous 9/11 Blocks of Impenetrable Terror. "We're never going to get the flag away from this guy!" yelled The Pink Petulance, as The Googler wrapped himself ever more tightly in the Stars and Stripes.

"Hit him with the Investigatitron 3000!" said Captain Waveflux.

"9/11!" retorted The Googler.


"Get him with the Low Approval Laser!" said Dr. Zero.

"9/11!" retorted The Googler. The attacks slid off him like he was made of oil.

"I've got it!" shouted The Pink Petulance. "Let's hit him with the Vote Shifter!"

The Superbloggers blasted The Googler with the Vote Shifter, hitting him in every direction. Its beam turned slowly but steadily from red to blue, searing into The Googler and rendering him weak. "It's working!" said Dr. Zero.

The Googler collapsed to his knees. The flag was almost in reach—

Suddenly, Dieboldo swept in out of nowhere and threw himself between the Vote Shifter and The Googler. "I am immune to your puny Vote Shifter!" said Dieboldo. "Mwah ha ha ha! Your powers are useless against me, Superbloggers!"


"Noooooooooooo!" shouted the Superbloggers in unison.

"Yes!" shouted Dieboldo. He danced in front of The Googler, shielding him from further damage. The Googler pulled himself together and hugged the flag to him.

"Fuck this noise!" exclaimed The Pink Petulance. "Get me the Impeacherator!"

Dr. Zero grabbed the Impeacherator out of his knapsack, and the Superbloggers took it in hand, aiming it squarely at The Googler. "Even you can't stop the Impeacherator, Dieboldo!" snarled Dr. Zero.

"Uh, lemme finish," said The Googler.

"Finish this!" shouted The Pink Petulance. Captain Waveflux flipped the on switch, and the Impeacherator buzzed to life, sending a think stream of Impeachment right through Dieboldo and into The Googler's heartless chest. Dieboldo exploded in a shower of sparks, and The Googler writhed in agony. "Heh…heh," he stuttered. "If this were a dictatorship, it would be a heck of a lot easier, just so long as I'm the dictator. Heh…heh…hehhhhhhh."

The Googler fell forward onto his codpiece. Thusly was the villainous flag-snatcher vanquished.

Dr. Zero grabbed the flag. "The flag is ours!" he cried triumphantly.

"Let's return it to its rightful place," suggested Captain Waveflux, "where all the citizens of Beltropolis can enjoy it."

"Good idea," said The Pink Petulance. "I always loved this flag."

"You're such a flag hag!" said Dr. Zero.

"Ho ho ho!" they laughed.


Tune in next time, true believers, when Dr. Zero and The Pink Petulance come face to face with KILLER CONDI!

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Quote of the Day

"Kindness covers all of my political beliefs. No need to spell them out. I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn't always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out."Roger Ebert, who has, as long-term Shakers are well aware, long been one of my heroes, in a post that made me cry.

[H/T to P.Z.]

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Wednesday Blogaround

This blogaround brought to you by Shaxco, makers of Matilda's Parfum, Eau de Balls.

Recommended Reading:

Julia: Why Feminists Should Be Concerned with the Impending Revision of the DSM

Sady: Rape for Laughs

Pam: James Dobson Still Not Going the Fuck Away

Lisa: Passive and on Her Back: Advertising a Headset

Ethan: Hate Crime Bill Should Be Used to Revive Interest in Fighting Rape in Pornography

Chris: You Can't Please Everyone: This is Spinal Tap

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Assvertising

by Shaker Scott Madin

One of the Feminist Law Professors writes about yet another entry in the depressingly long series of fast-food chain ads relying on the "women as food" theme. This time it's not Carl's Jr., though, it's White Castle. The copy of the ad embedded at FLP isn't great quality, but you can see it at White Castle's website, and below is a better-quality YouTube video.

[Shot of dudes sitting at tables in dimly lit club. Shot of dancer, hips down, silhouetted in front of bright backdrop; dancer cocks hips. Shot of full stage; dancer turns, revealing self to be wearing plush pig costume, and begins stereotypical stripper dance routine, minus removal of clothing. Shot of two scruffy, hoodie-wearing dudebros sitting at table; occupant of third chair is outsized White Castle brown paper bag; all three turn to look at camera (i.e. in direction of stage). Dancer sits "sexily" in chair on stage, performs stereotypical stripper-in-chair moves while sultry-woman-voiceover begins.]

VO: Introducing tempting pulled pork... [dancer reaches up, pulls dangling chain; brown liquid splashes down from above stage; crowd cheers] ...in barbecue sauce.

[Dancer throws head forward as though flipping long hair; sauce splashes on two dudebros and outsized White Castle bag. Dancer gets up from chair and continues dance, to cheers; cut to shot of three pulled-pork sandwiches.]

VO: Shredded pork in a come-hither barbecue sauce. Sweet. Saucy! Oh-so-naughty. [shot of dudebros and bag; dudebro swipes finger through sauce on bag, licks finger; dancer's "hooves" seen in foreground; applause continues] White Castle: What you crave.
So: We've got woman = pig; we've got woman = food; we've got an animal cheerful about its own slaughter and consumption; we've got food = sex; we've got the strip club as a metaphor for all this, which one might argue is apt in ways White Castle never intended, but which they pretty clearly think is harmless, sexy fun for everyone involved.

As I told Liss in email, I'm honestly kind of at a loss for anything else to say about this. It's so layered with blatant awfulness that I feel like comment on my part would be superfluous.

At WhiteCastle.com, there's a generic "Contact Us" form, but you're probably better off using the corporate contact information here.

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Feel the Homomentum!

[UPDATE: I see Misty beat me to it. Ah, well. It deserves at least two threads!]

Maine legalizes same-sex marriage.

Democratic Gov. John Baldacci today signed into law a bill allowing gay marriage, making Maine the fifth state to allow same-sex marriage.

The governor's signature came barely an hour after the measure won final approval in the state Legislature, with a final 31-8 vote in favor in the Maine Senate.

Baldacci said in a statement that while he has opposed gay marriage in the past, "I have come to believe that this is a question of fairness and of equal protection under the law, and that a civil union is not equal to civil marriage."

"This new law does not force any religion to recognize a marriage that falls outside of its beliefs," the governor said. "It does not require the church to perform any ceremony with which it disagrees. Instead, it reaffirms the separation of church and state."

"It guarantees that Maine citizens will be treated equally under Maine's civil marriage laws, and that is the responsibility of government," Baldacci said.
Blubbity-blub!
Dr. Judith Chamberlin holds up a text message proposing to her partner Karen Marlin after the Maine Senate passed the same-sex marriage bill today. Marlin's answer was "You bet." (John Patriquin/Staff Photographer)
If you can't see the image or make out the text, it reads: "Okay...The Senate just passed the final bill. Will you marry me? Love, Me."

Blub times a zillion.

The law is scheduled to take effect 90 days after the legislative session ends. And, naturally, the collection of fucknecks known all-too-politely as "opponents of same-sex marriage" are "gearing up to mount a so-called 'people's veto' campaign that would put the issue to a statewide vote in November." Teaspoons at the ready.

But in the meantime: Let's dance!

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Homomentum!

Feel it, people!

May 6, 2009 · Maine Gov. John Baldacci has signed legislation making the state the fifth in the nation to allow same-sex marriage.

Baldacci, a Democrat, signed the bill Wednesday shortly after the state Senate voted 21-13, with one absent, to approve the measure authorizing marriage between any two people rather than between one man and one woman, as state law had allowed. The House had passed the bill Tuesday.
Wooooo!
Republican Sen. Debra Plowman of Hampden argued that the bill was being passed "at the expense of the people of faith."

"You are making a decision that is not well-founded," warned Plowman.
Oh shut the fuck up with your ridiculous, hand-wringing, unfounded nonsense.

The article notes that New Hampshire has a bill to send to its governor and if it is signed, Rhode Island will be the lone New England holdout.

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UAB Gets $5 Million Anonymous Donation -- White Men Whine

This is Kathy from Birmingham Blues. I posted about the UAB donation at my place this morning and immediately heard from a poor downtrodden white guy -- I've included his comment and my reply below the original post. Liss, thanks as always for the guest-post opportunity!

The University of Alabama at Birmingham has received an anonymous $5 million donation, one of at least 16 around the country that have gone to woman-led universities. The money comes with stipulations: $4 million must be used to fund scholarships for women and minority students, and the recipients can't attempt to find out the donor's identity.

Predictably, the white males at al.com, upset that they've never, ever, over the course of human history been granted any advantages because of their white maleness, are complaining about discrimination.

Sheesh. I'm thinking that may deserve a Whiny Ass Titty Babytm Award.

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Reader Jonathan did not appreciate my take on the story:

I haven’t read AL.com today, so I don’t know what the white males over there are saying.

But this white male is saying that’s wonderful that a donation was made of that size and that it’s going to help minorities and women. I say we need more of that.

Now all I ask is that when someone wants to start a white males only scholarship or a donor wishes to donate a large sum of money and have stipulations that it can only be used for white males, that it be allowed just as we’ve allowed the above donation and millions other that are just as selective in their criteria.

Wait, what’s that? That would be discrimination? Interesting… Guess equality is a one way street.
To which I responded:
No, Jonathan, equality is not a one-way street. If we had reached actual equality of opportunity in this country, you’d see far more women in particular in top leadership positions — we do, after all, make up 50+ percent of the population.

For centuries, the best jobs and the scholarships, legacies, and recommendations from the power network went almost exclusively to white men. No one had to designate them so; it was simply assumed that white men were better qualified — and the people hiring, granting admission, or distributing scholarships gave them to those who looked and sounded like them.

We have only just begun in the past couple of decades to progress beyond that way of thinking, and we still have a way to go before we’re really beyond it.
Commenter Zach was a bit more direct:
Wow Jonathan, Douchebag, party of one?

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Support Choice in the Dominican Republic

Last month, the Dominican Republic took the first steps toward amending their constitution to state that life begins at conception, completely outlawing abortion even in cases of rape, incest, and the mother's life/health being threatened by the pregnancy.

Today, pro-choice groups in D.R. are seeking support from around the world, asking us to stand in solidarity with them by contacting the D.R. embassy in our own countries (or the government, if in D.R.) and urge them not to compromise women's health and rights by approving the amendment.

Shaker Frau Sally Benz provides the contact info:

If you're in the US: embassy@us.serex.gov.do

If you're in the UK: embassy@dominicanembassy.org.uk

If you're in Canada: larias@drembassy.org and copy ygutierrez@drembassy.org

For those [elsewhere], you can search for "Dominican Republic embassy in [insert name of your country here]" to find the appropriate email address.
Akimbo provides a sample letter here. It only takes a moment to copy, paste, and send. Teaspoons ahoy.

o.oP!

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The Beast Protects Itself

From the NYT:

An internal Justice Department inquiry has concluded that Bush administration lawyers committed serious lapses of judgment in writing secret memorandums authorizing brutal interrogations but that they should not be prosecuted, according to government officials briefed on its findings.

The report by the Office of Professional Responsibility, an internal ethics unit within the Justice Department, is also likely to ask state bar associations to consider possible disciplinary action, which could include reprimands or even disbarment, for some of the lawyers involved in writing the legal opinions, the officials said.
The office that produced this report is obviously misnamed, since they clearly don't understand the meaning of responsibility.

Meet the new boss...

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Officer Jack Sparrow?

Do the police in Tenaha, TX, "shake down" drivers, particularly drivers of color, in what one attorney calls "a piracy operation?"

Roderick Daniels was traveling through East Texas in October 2007 when, he says, he was the victim of a highway robbery.

The Tennessee man says he was ordered to pull his car over and surrender his jewelry and $8,500 in cash that he had with him to buy a new car.

But Daniels couldn't go to the police to report the incident.

The men who stopped him were the police.
This story caught my attention because my family and I routinely travel through Tenaha on our way to and from Louisiana. I have my own stories about East Texas police:
My experiences with the police have included:

My father and I being pulled over while I was an undergraduate, separated, and questioned. We were in Texas, our car had Louisiana plates, and the cops admitted they suspected drug trafficking.

Similarly, I was tailed closely by a cop for a while in a small East Texas town who didn't turn on his lights, initially. He was following me so closely that I put on my signal and got into the next lane. Then he turned on his lights--said I was supposed to wait until I'd traveled at least so many feet after turning on my signal to switch lanes. The problem, again, was my Louisiana plates in a Texas town. He wanted to know where I lived currently, where I was traveling to, and why. I answered, simply because I didn't know if I was allowed not to answer and I had no intention of disappearing in East Texas.
More recently (several weeks ago), my sister and her fiance were pulled over in East Texas after meeting me in Houston. Her description:
The cop pulled out behind us and trailed us for five minutes before turning on his lights. He made [my fiance] get out and come to the back of the car and made me stay in. He shined the light directly in my baby's face, woke him up, and wouldn't move the light. Of course, he started crying and I was digging for the insurance papers and wanted to cry myself.

He kept asking the same questions over and over, trying to find inconsistencies. Then he asked for permission to search the car. I told him yes because he wouldn't find anything and offered to show him all my prescription medicines. When he realized we were telling the same story, he didn't want to search the car anymore. I'll be honest, I definitely felt like it was racial profiling--he saw a black man who didn't live there, driving through town late at night. But, I threw him off by agreeing to let him search the car.
My sister's experience and one of mine occurred in Diboll, TX, 70 miles from Tenaha.

There seems to be some element of racial-profiling in the Tenaha cases, as well.
[Attorney David] Guillory, who practices in nearby Nacogdoches, Texas, estimates authorities in Tenaha seized $3 million between 2006 and 2008, and in about 150 cases -- virtually all of which involved African-American or Latino motorists -- the seizures were improper.
Emphasis mine.

You might wonder, if the stops seem suspect, why people sign waivers forfeiting their property. There is of course the very immediate fear of what can happen to you, particularly as a person of color being pulled over in a rural town by the police. Then there are the threats. According to the article, the officers routinely threaten people with jail time and the loss of their children.*

Of course, town officials deny all wrongdoing. I scoffed while reading that. Stops like this are often the result of the so-called war on drugs. You know, the "war" that disproportionately targets people of color and takes away their liberty, property, and rights. It feeds into racial-profiling which 1) encourages cops to conduct searches of people of color and their vehicles more often when they are stopped (and treat them more harshly) 2) perpetuates the stereotype that all African Americans and Latin@s with large sums of cash must be drug dealers or doing something illegal 3)justifies the intense focus on communities of color which contributes to the disproportionate numer of arrests and convictions.**

I also scoffed because the racial disparities in arrests and convictions, and the concurrent violation of PoC's rights, have been particularly well-documented in small Texas towns.

We'll see how this plays out, though I can already here the faint cries of the coming, "It's the damn outsiders trying to make something racial outta this!"

H/T Bint via Twitter

(cross-posted)
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*This is a particularly salient threat--the state intervenes disproportionately in families of color, a fact partially attributable to both racism and classism--as Dorothy Roberts said in Shattered Bonds, "the public child welfare system equates poverty with neglect," (p 25).

**For statistics about the claims I made in this paragraph, I referred to a fact sheet I put together for my class's discussion of the prison industrial complex. The fact sheet was culled from these sources.

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