Protect the Spark

So. The NAACP is celebrating its 100th anniversary (!), and President Obama gave a long and fiery speech to several thousand people at a formal party last night celebrating the anniversary. The first African-American president being on-hand to help honor the NAACP's first 100 years is blub-worthy enough on its own, but the speech itself is Obama at his best, pointed and inspiring:

[The barriers of our time are] very different from the barriers faced by earlier generations. They're very different from the ones faced when fire hoses and dogs were being turned on young marchers; when Charles Hamilton Houston and a group of young Howard lawyers were dismantling segregation. But what is required to overcome today's barriers is the same as was needed then. The same commitment. The same sense of urgency. The same sense of sacrifice. The same willingness to do our part for ourselves and one another that has always defined America at its best.

…I understand there may be a temptation among some to think that discrimination is no longer a problem in 2009. And I believe that overall, there's probably never been less discrimination in America than there is today. But make no mistake: the pain of discrimination is still felt in America. By African-American women paid less for doing the same work as colleagues of a different color and gender. By Latinos made to feel unwelcome in their own country. By Muslim Americans viewed with suspicion for simply kneeling down to pray. By our gay brothers and sisters, still taunted, still attacked, still denied their rights.

On the 45th anniversary of the Civil Rights Act, discrimination must not stand. Not on account of color or gender; how you worship or who you love. Prejudice has no place in the United States of America.
I want to leave aside the very legitimate criticisms warranted by the cognitive dissonance between some of this rhetoric and some of Obama's policies (e.g. detainee program, refusal to prosecute for torture, extending half-assed federal benefits to same-sex partners), because that's not news to anyone here, so it's not the point of this post. The point is that our president gave a comprehensive address on the important history of the NAACP, the urgency of challenging bigotry of all kinds, the painful realities of a still-segregated nation, the blight of neglect, the government's integral role in creating equal opportunities, and a call to the African-American community to whom he was speaking, but also a call to us all, to protect the spark in the eyes of children, the spark that is killed by institutional inequality.

And the New York Times reported this speech with the headline: "Obama Tells Fellow Blacks: 'No Excuses' for Any Failure."

I really can't even begin to tell you how angry that framing makes me. Totally aside from the deliberately misleading and reductionist framing, to which I'll return in a moment, the headline essentially assures non-black readers (by which I mean white readers, in particular) "there's nothing to see here." Just the black president talkin' to black people—and Maude knows white folks got nothing to learn from that!

See, when it's a straight, cis, white male president talking to reg'lar Americans (straight, cis, white men) in their language, all the rest of us are meant to find ourselves in the cracks and crevices of their rhetoric, to extrapolate from their experiences—which are, after all, the experiences of which we're all meant to be desirous and for which we're all meant to strive—relevant and relatable information to our own.

But when it's the black president talking to black people, surely there's nothing anyone else could learn, nothing that needs paying attention to.

For how deeply, truly wrong that really is, I really recommend this thread at Ta-Nehisi's place, especially the comments, where he talks about how what Obama is saying is "said all the time in the community. I actually don't subscribe to the dirty laundry theory. But the notion that this wasn't being said before Obama, or even before Cosby, is deeply distressing. It betrays a deep ignorance of black people. Which is fine if your [sic] a civilian. Not so much if you get paid to write and report. … What you heard from Obama tonight, and Cosby before him, was basically what any right-raised black person heard in their home. Or in their church. Or out on the street. They didn't invent it. They got it from us. And they got it from us, because they are us."

This is an opportunity to experience and understand an important part of American culture. But because it's non-white American culture, it's dismissed out of hand as: "Obama Tells Fellow Blacks: 'No Excuses' for Any Failure."

And, Maude, the framing on that shit! Below, I will post the last 10 minutes of Obama's address, along with a transcript which is not the prepared transcript, but an actual transcript of what he said that I did, because it differs in important ways from the prepared remarks. Watch the video if you can, because, despite my best efforts, the transcript does not sufficiently capture the tone of his remarks.

It is from this section of the speech that the New York Times (and, to be clear, most of the rest of the media coverage of the event) took their go-to phrase: "No excuses"—a phrase that was not even in the prepared text. Look at everything surrounding it; see what was ignored in order to focus in on those two words. Note that it is being reported as though he were scolding members of the NAACP, rather than raising a battle cry. Note that in order to report it as a scold, the media has to ignore the cheers of the people to whom it was said, in order to infantilize them as people who need scolding so bad they cheer for it when they get it.

Note the remarkable coincidence that the mainstream media plucked out of its context the two words that most closely hew to the overarching narrative of white racists in this nation: "No excuses."

And once you're done noting the unmitigated fuckery of how this speech was misrepresented in the reporting, I encourage you to enjoy it, to really hear it, and maybe learn from it what our national media could not.

[We have to say to our children, Yes, if you're African American, the odds of growing up amid crime and gangs are higher. Yes, if you live in a poor neighborhood, you will face challenges that someone in a wealthy suburb does not. But that's not a reason to get bad grades, that's not a reason to cut class,] that's not a reason to give up on your education and drop out of school. No one has written your destiny for you. Your destiny is in your hands; you cannot forget that. That's what we have to teach all of our children. No excuses. [wild applause and cheers] No excuses. You get that education, all those hardships will just make you stronger! Better able to compete! [shouts of "Yes we can!" from audience] Yes we can. [laughs]

To parents, we can't tell our kids to do well in school and then fail to support them when they get home. You can't just contract out parenting. For our kids to excel, we have to accept our responsibility to help them learn. That means putting away the Xbox, putting our kids to bed at a reasonable hour. It means attending those parent-teacher conferences, and reading to our children, and helping them with their homework. [cheers and applause]

And, by the way, it means we need to be there for our neighbors' sons and daughters. We need to go back to the time, back, back to the day, when parents saw somebody, saw some kid foolin' 'round and, it wasn't your child, but, they'll whup ya anyway! [laughter and applause] Or at least they'll tell your parents [laughs], and the parents'll…you know. [laughs; audience laughs] That's the meaning of community. That's how we can reclaim the strength, and the determination, and the hopefulness that helped us come so far, helped us make a way out of no way.

It also means pushing our children to set their sights a little bit higher. They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot or a pretty good flow, but our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne. [laughter and applause] I want them aspiring to be scientists and engineers, doctors and teachers, not just ballers and rappers. I want them aspiring to be a Supreme Court Justice. I want them aspiring to be the President of the United States of America. [cheers and applause]

I want their horizons to be limitless! Don't tell them they can't do something. Don't feed our children with the sense of, that somehow, because of their race, that they cannot achieve.

Yes, government must be a force for opportunity. Yes, government must be a force for equality. But ultimately, if we are to be true to our past, then we also have to seize our own future, each and every day.

And that's what the NAACP is all about. The NAACP was not founded in search of a handout. The NAACP was not founded in search of favors. The NAACP was founded on a firm notion of justice; to cash the promissory note of America that says all of our children, all God's children, deserve a fair chance in the race of life. [applause]

It is a simple dream, and yet one that all too often has been denied and is still being denied to so many Americans. It's a painful thing, seeing that dream denied. I remember visiting a Chicago school in a rough neighborhood when I was a community organizer, and some of the children gathered 'round me, and I remember thinking how remarkable it was that all of these children seemed so full of hope, despite being born into poverty, despite being delivered, in some cases, into addiction, despite all the obstacles they were already facing, you could see that spark in their eyes. They were the equal of children anywhere.

And I remember the principal of the school telling me that soon that sparkle would begin to dim, that things would begin to change, that soon the laughter in their eyes would begin to fade, that soon something would shut off inside, as it sunk in—'cause kids are smarter than we give them credit for [murmurs of agreement from audience]—as it sunk in that their hopes would not come to pass—not because they weren't smart enough, not because they weren't talented enough, not because of anything about them inherently, but because, by accident of birth, they had not received a fair chance in life.

I know what can happen to a child who doesn't have that chance. But I also know what can happen to a child that does. I was raised by a single mom. I didn't come from a lot of wealth. I got into my share of trouble as a child. My life could easily have taken a turn for the worse. When I drive through Harlem or I drive through the South Side of Chicago, and I see young men on the corners, I say there but for the grace of God go I. [applause] They're no less gifted than me. They're no less talented than me. But I had some breaks.

That mother of mine, she gave me love; she pushed me; she cared about my education; she took no lip; she taught me right from wrong. Because of her, I had a chance to make the most of my abilities. I had the chance to make the most of my opportunities. I had the chance to make the most of life.

The same story holds true for Michelle. The same story holds true for so many of you. And I want all the other Barack Obamas out there, all the other Michelle Obamas out there, to have the same chance—the chance that my mother gave me, that my education gave me, that the United States of America has given me. [cheers and applause] That is how our union will be perfected and our economy rebuilt. That is how America will move forward in the next one hundred years.

And we will move forward. This I know—for I know how far we have come. Some of you saw, last week, in Ghana, Michelle and I took Malia and Sasha, and my mother-in-law, to Cape Coast Castle, in Ghana—some of you may have been there. This is where captives were once imprisoned before being auctioned, where, across an ocean, so much of the African-American experience began. We went down into the dungeons, where the captives were held. There was a church above one of the dungeons—which tells you something, about saying one thing and doing another. [cheers and applause] I was—we walked through the Door of No Return, and I was reminded of all the pain and all the hardships, all the injustices and all the indignities, on the voyage from slavery to freedom.

But I was reminded of something else. I was reminded that no matter how bitter the rod, how stony the road, we have persevered. We have not faltered, nor have we grown weary. As Americans, we have demanded, and strived for, and shaped a better destiny. And that is what we are called on to do once more. NAACP, it will not be easy. It will take time. Doubts may rise and hopes may recede.

But if John Lewis could brave Billy clubs to cross a bridge, then I know young people today can do their part to lift up our communities. If Emmet Till's uncle Mose Wright could summon the courage to testify against the men who killed his nephew, I know we can be better fathers and better brothers, and better mothers and sisters in our own families. If three civil rights workers in Mississippi—black and white, Christian and Jew, city-born and country-bred—could lay down their lives in freedom's cause, I know we can come together to face down the challenges of our own time. We can fix our schools; we can heal our sick; we can rescue our youth from violence and despair. [rising cheers and applause]

And one hundred years from now, on the 200th anniversary of the NAACP, let it be said that this generation did its part, that we too ran the race, that full of the faith that our dark past has taught us, full of the hope that the present has brought us, we faced, in our lives and all across this nation, the rising sun of a new day begun! [crescendoing cheers and applause]

Thank you. God bless you. God bless the United States of America.

[wild cheers and applase]

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Football, the Newest Co-Ed Sport

by Shaker Alexmac, a transgender woman studying at the University of Florida.

An interesting gem from the lovely sunshine state: Florida's economy is suffering a lot from economic downturn, because the housing bubble has burst. This has hurt locals schools hard, given their dependence on property taxes, so they are cutting funding for everything. Enter the Florida High School Athletic Association (FHSAA) which just announced large scheduling cuts for high school athletic events. They made two exceptions to the cuts—football and cheerleading.

These exemptions reveal the continuing sexist traditions that lurk behind football. While other sports such as basketball and baseball have women's divisions or equivalents, football does not. Its women's "match" is cheerleading. So when the FHSAA went about to make cuts for sporting events, it tried to spare football (the most important sport in the state), and, as prescribed by Title IX, it had to spare a women's equivalent—for which the board naturally choose cheerleading. The only problem is that cheerleading has nowhere near the amount of participants as football does (5,522 to 40,456). Florida Parents for Athletic Equity quickly saw this disparity and sued them for violating Title IX.

In response to this suit, the FHSAA stuck its other foot in its mouth by declaring football a co-ed sport. Yes, football in Florida is officially a co-ed sport now. Too bad for the FHSAA that only 8 girls competed in football last year. I know girls are supposed to be bad at math, but that doesn't seem equal to me.

Perhaps realizing this, they have backed down only two days before the case was to be heard. For now the FHSAA will not be cutting any sports.

The players in this story are not surprising. High school football and the culture surrounding it, in large parts of the country, continues to hold onto a 1950s mindset, so far as women are concerned. I was actually a football player in high school (I was still in the closet), and I witnessed this culture first-hand. The worst thing you could be called by coaches was a woman. Femaleness and femininity was looked down on as signs of weakness. The cheerleaders were just play-toys for the star football players—and the star running back was excused from warm ups before games so he could receive oral sex from various women.

Making football co-ed would actually serve to reduce the sexism that surrounds this event, and there are girls out there who can hang with the guys on the field. Unfortunately, the FHSAA was just trying to save their asses and would not promote football as co-ed. Women in football will remain interesting stories for newspapers, and the culture of football will not change.

While it is always fun to have a laugh at governmental incompetence in Florida, this story goes to show the continuing importance of Title IX. The field of sports still runs rampant with sexism from the little leagues up to professional sports, and without Title IX, Florida would have drastically cut women's sports while leaving the largest male sport untouched.

Girls deserve an equal opportunity to participate in sports, and Title IX is integral in making that happen. You should give a look to the Women's Sport Foundation, which supports women in sports.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Pinky and the Brain

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Radio Shakesville



It's our biggest, most exciting show yet! Or something. It's definitely our longest. For whatever that is worth. Get it here. Or here. Or via iTunes. Or try the player below.







Radio Shakesville

On this show I play some requests and dedications and other fun stuff. I also get called an asshole, so go ahead and download it for that reason alone.

Speaking of requests, I've noticed we've been getting more calls from men than women, generally speaking. Maybe we can change that. In other words, don't by shy, Shaker Women! Call in. The number is (641) 715-3900, extension: 44515.

As always, a complete list of songs used in this show is here.

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Question of the Day

Are you the type of person who generally has lots of low-level intimacy with many people, or high level intimacy with only a few people? (Or are you another type of person)

My beloved and I had a very interesting conversation today about what we mean by being "mates" (in the non-UK sense of the word) -- and what exactly made our partnered relationship different from other types of relationships we seek and maintain (beyond our choices around sexuality). It was a fascinating conversation, and I'm still working some of it through in my head.

Personally, I tend to high level intimacy with a few people, although I have lots of "acquaintance level" relationships -- many more than my Beloved does.

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Sotomayor "On Her Way" to SCOTUS

Make way; here she comes:

Sonia Sotomayor sped toward confirmation as the nation's first Hispanic justice Thursday, encouraged by Republican promises of a quick vote and cheered on by a Democratic senator's challenge to take on the Supreme Court's conservative wing when she arrives. "Battle out the ideas that you believe in, because I have a strong hunch that they are closer to the ones that I would like to see adopted by the court," Sen. Arlen Specter of Pennsylvania, a Republican turned Democrat, told Sotomayor.

Even two of her Republican critics called the 55-year-old appeals court judge's rulings "mainstream" — noteworthy concessions for President Barack Obama's first high court nominee.

...As Sotomayor concluded three grueling days of nationally televised question-and-answer rounds in the Judiciary Committee's witness chair, the panel's senior Republican, Jeff Sessions of Alabama, said, "I look forward to you getting that vote before we recess in August."

Sessions, who declared he still had "serious concerns" about Sotomayor, said he wouldn't support any attempt to block a final vote on confirmation and didn't foresee any other Republican doing so. A committee vote on confirming her is expected late this month.
Woot!

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Quote of the Day

"This view that women are somehow inferior to men ... has provided a reason or excuse for the deprivation of women's equal rights across the world for centuries. The male interpretations of religious texts and the way they interact with, and reinforce, traditional practices justify some of the most pervasive, persistent, flagrant and damaging examples of human rights abuses. ... It is simply self-defeating for any community to discriminate against half its population. ... The justification of discrimination against women and girls on grounds of religion or tradition, as if it were prescribed by a Higher Authority, is unacceptable."—Former President Jimmy Carter, who has, after six decades, severed his ties with the Southern Baptist Convention because of their institutional gender inequality.

Blub.

[H/T to Shakers Libby and cheezwiz.]

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Daily Kitteh



Monitor Cat is sleepy.

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What more could a girl want?

Wired carried an article a few days ago, about Ridiculous Life Lessons From New Girl Games, and, y'know, being a woman and a gamer, I thought "Hey, maybe I can get some new games!"

Yah, maybe not. As usual when a strongly men-dominated industry hurls itself headlong without the most basic research treads carefully into the (no doubt to them) bizarre world of girls who like games, the results are pretty spectacularly misogyriffic. It's not Wired I'm after here, but the game companies.

Because, as we know, what a girl wants with a video game is to reinforce her enculturation as a fashion-obsessed, backbiting harridan whose only goal is to be the prettiest princess of them all, so she can get the perfect boyfriend, and then be paid to blog about it. I should note these are all explicitly aimed at the "tween" market.

Okay, I may be conflating a few there, but check out these titles:

The Clique: Diss and Make Up

This one's about how to stab, gossip and just plain be rotten to other young women, in the pursuit of being part of the Pretty Committee. No, I'm not making that up. Makeup comes later.

Charm Girls Club: My Fashion Mall, My Fashion Show and My Perfect Prom

Tweens run a mall, trying to keep it drama-free and yet hip and happening. Oh, except it's not a regular mall, where, y'know, people* might go, just a girly fashion mall. Girls can't run hardware or book stores, don't be stupid!

The Daring Game for Girls

This one actually looks kinda cool - it encourages girls to seek adventure, provides information on famous women, and doesn't restrict itself to activities which are stereotypically girlish. How the hell it slipped past the marketing wonks, I've no idea: someone fell down on the job here, because something reinforcing girls' sense of their own abilities being limitless is clearly off-message.

Dreamer Series: Top Model

A game which sells the process of becoming a top model as, basically, "get your hair and makeup right, and learn how to pose". Presumably it will be left to later add-ons to include the Eating Disorders as Competitive Advantage module, the Unacceptably Dark: Skin-bleaching FTW! module, and the It's Not Sexual Harrassment If He's a Photographer or Agent module.

Imagine: Babyz Fashion

For those who can't decide between their two most important ladylife goals, babeez and clothez, this little number helps to resolve that rending conflict. Placate the greedy little beggar infant with expensive designer items, or you're a Bad Mommy.

Imagine: Detective

This is an odd one. The players solve mysteries using skills/traits within the game, such as karate and a photographic memory, oh, and, because they've got ladybits, naturally also using "sixth sense" (which I think is the buzzword of the moment for "feminine intuition"). Oh, yes, and then (as Liss can testify), the player will make just gobs of money blogging about it, as women are naturally able to make a living as bloggers.

o.O?

Ahem. Moving on.

My Boyfriend

Players get to flirt with a group of men, and to tailor themselves and their actions to winning the perfect boyfriend. I'm not even going to bother analysing that one. If you can't see the problem, you may be reading the wrong blog.

Princess in Love

Taking the "My Boyfriend" concept just a teeny bit further, here girls get to be princesses (that's never happened before!), with an appropriately princessy focus on finding the perfect Prince, or husband formerly known as Prince. Did I mention this is for tweens?

Style Lab: Makeover and Style Lab: Jewelry Design

YOU'RE NOT PRETTY ENOUGH! HURRY, COVER YOUR FACE WITH PAINT SO NO ONE HAS TO SEE YOUR HIDEOUS TWELVE-YEAR-OLD FACE! HURRY! ALSO, PESTER YOUR FATHER TO BUY YOU THE RIDICULOUSLY OVERPRICED JEWELRY WHICH CAN BE DESIGNED USING THIS, OR HE WON'T BE ABLE TO SELL NO ONE WILL EVER MARRY YOU! I may be understating the subtext here. I tried using Tiger Beatdown's habit of including more exclamation marks to show importance, but I was informed by a shadowy operative of the Department of Keeping Women In Their Place that the exclamation mark, as an obviously phallic symbol, is no longer eligible for use by ladywriters. We're only allowed one per sentence now.

Style Savvy

In this one, things are marginally better: the player is running a fashion store in a mall, and has to manage prices and inventory and so on. Kudos for imagining young women as business owners: cluedos for needing to be told it should be possible to do more than just fashion.

Gee...and the gaming industry wonders why girls and women who are gamers complain about there being no games that cater to us - or, more accurately, recognize that we exist outside of "rewards for dudeliness" and "targets of dudely behaviour" - see Grand Theft Auto, HALO, oh, just a few thousand or so of the most popular (to actual people*) games. Clearly the need was for more girliness-reinforcing software, not for making simple changes to existing games to allow women and girls to enjoy playing them as though they weren't specifically made for hormone-drenched teenage boys, by, say, not using women as prizes, or not using women's bodies to sell games to hetero men, or maybe allowing the player to play as a woman if desired, or any of those crazy crazy ideas.

I don't know why my silly ladybranez can't be just satisfied with the bounteous choice now available to me in gaming software. Just uppity, I guess. Good thing for the gaming companies that we're not a major market segment.

Tip of the CaitieCatChapeau to Shaker koach for the heads-up.

* "People" defined in the usual patriarchal way: "hetero pale-skinned men with ancestors from the 'right' countries".

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You Go, Grrl: Kimberly Anyadike

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A full transcript of the video is below, and the L.A. Times has a story here.

[H/T to Jessica.]
Voiceover: First a low pass over Compton Airport, a sharp pull-up, then touch-down around 9:30 this morning. Twenty-three cities in thirteen days: Impressive for any pilot, but then this one happens to be just fifteen years old—and now the youngest African-American [woman] to fly coast-to-coast.

Unnamed man on video helping Levi Thornhill deplane: Six thousand miles.

Levi Thornhill: I needed that!

Voiceover: First to come out was Tuskegee Airman Levi Thornhill. The historic flight a salute to the brave African-American pilots who flew during World War II, and Thornhill himself brave enough at age 86 to fly with a fifteen-year-old for sixty hours.

Thornhill: When my knees ached, I rubbed 'em. [chuckles] That's about all you can do.

Voiceover: Then out came Kimberly Anyadike, tired but elated. She says the toughest part was the turbulence.

Kimberly Anyadike: There's a lot of turbulence, especially over Texas and Arizona, 'cause all the heat and stuff, and the winds—so, it was knocking us around for awhile.

Reporter: How did you get through it?

Anyadike: Overcorrecting. [laughs] No, I tried to be as cool as I could be with the controls and stuff.

Reporter [to Thornhill]: How'd she do?

Thornhill: Wonderful.

Voiceover: Kimberly brought back souvenirs, including signatures [on the plane] from all across the country. Now it's time to be a teenager again.

Reporter: What kind of things do you want to do now, now that you're back home?

Anyadike: Eat, sleep. [laughs] Relax. [nods] Oh, I have to finish my AP homework, too!

Voiceover: Her next goal is to get her pilot license and fly solo.

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I Would Love to do Meredith Goldstein's Taxes

by Shaker Phira, a crazy, bird-owning Bostonian feminist who is lucky enough to work in a very unique female-dominated biology lab.

I've grown up and lived in or around the Boston area for my entire life, and since my parents have always subscribed to the Boston Globe, I still turn to the Globe as my primary news resource. Now that I read it online, instead of in print, I also spend a lot of time reading the various blog-columns, including Meredith Goldstein's "Love Letters."

For a long time, it's been a guilty pleasure. I've always felt as if I shouldn't be reading the column, as if somehow I might be giving ammunition to anti-feminists who might claim I read the column because my feminism has made it difficult for me to have fulfilling (heterosexual) relationships. That's not true, obviously. But that's what's made it a guilty pleasure, instead of a plain old pleasure.

But today, not only do I know why I've read the column again or again, but I also now have a burning desire to do Meredith Goldstein's taxes.*

Today's column is entitled: "I want to sweep a lady off her feet." I groaned when I read it. To me, the whole "sweep person off their feet" screams of bad romantic comedies (and Meredith apparently agrees). But then I saw Meredith's introduction to the letter:

This letter is about little feminism, purses, and lunch on Tuesdays. Not in that order. Enjoy it while I go dig up my old Women's Studies papers.
Feminism? Women's Studies papers? This was about to get interesting.

The letter, written by a young (male) lawyer, is rather obnoxious, but not in an unexpected or absolutely mind-boggling fashion. The man complains that all the "girls" he meets are either bitchy feminists who try to kill him if he treats them like ladies, or they're gold-diggers with MRS. degrees. Where oh where, he asks, can he find someone who wants to be treated like a lady?! And he writes all of this off as him being a "hopeless romantic," who just wants a real romance.

Meredith does not give him advice on where to find these "girls" who want to be treated like "ladies." She step-by-step explains the flaws within his reasoning, and more importantly, his attitudes. She immediately makes it clear that romantic comedies instill in many of us an unrealistic idea of what love is. As for feet-sweeping: "I'm all for feet-sweeping, but that should be the second or third step in any good relationship. The first step is really getting to know someone as a peer."

The use of the word "peer" here is excellent; dating and relationships involve getting to know another person as just that: another person. Additionally, you don't just magically fall into the rom-com life of getting lost in the moment or whatever. You know the person.

And Meredith doesn't think this man is getting to know the people he's dating; he's immediately expecting romance without making an effort to learn about this potential partner. Although Meredith doesn't say so outright, from this man's letter, it seems as if he's looking for a woman to act as a place-holder for his fantasy, something that many women are expected to fulfill, both historically and currently.

And then, the making-my-day point of Meredith's response:
And whatever you do, cut it out with the anti-feminist talk. It's ridiculous. You say you want to find a woman who wants to be treated like a lady. Most women want to be treated like a human. Think about how you'd want to be treated and behave accordingly. Be a friend.
Meredith is calling this man's letter and his ideas what they truly are: anti-feminist. She doesn't avoid the subject, or the language, in order to downplay the feminist issues and avoid using the "f" word.

I think it's highly unusual, not only to find feminist writing like this in mainstream newspapers, but also to see the word "feminism" used, and portrayed as a positive thing, something that isn't radical, but expected. It's not radical to suggest that a man treat a woman like a human being. Meredith is very simply and effortlessly making feminism relevant to her column-readers.

Why is it so important that the Globe has a feminist writing a relationship advice column? Not only are we getting a twice-weekly dose of advice from a feminist, but we're also getting that advice on personal relationships, which (as seen from this week's column especially) can be greatly affected by sexism, stereotypes, and gender expectations. Also, it's important because now I won't ever feel guilty reading this column ever again.

Additionally, the first comment on the column, made by someone with the username "proudfeminist," calls out the male letter-writer for constantly referring to women as "girls." It's awesome.

* The title of this post and this particular line are inspired by Melissa's "Feminism 101: On Language and the Commodification of Sex Via Humor," where she suggests that instead of saying, "I love you and want to marry you/have your babies/etc.," we try saying things like, "I love you and want to do your taxes for you free of charge."

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Blue Dogs

The Blue Dog Democrats (aka Assholes Whose Jobs Are More Important to Them Than Doing What's Right for the Country) are threatening to tank the healthcare bill. DDay's got the goods.

There is, of course, good reason to object to this bill, which is, as Lambert points out, the second-best option, and, as McClatchy reports, maybe even worse than that.

But those aren't the reasons the Blue Dogs are doing it. No one in Congress seems to give a flying fuck that a bill seeking to cautiously and carefully protect the same voraciously greedy corporations who caused the healthcare crisis in the first place is a shitty bill from the get-go. SNAFU, bitchez. Arf.

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Women Are Silly!

So. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton gives a major foreign policy address at the Council on Foreign Relations, where she was greeted (as per usual) with cheers, and this is how MSNBC covers it:


Their caption reads: "Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton greets guests at the Council on Foreign Relations on Wednesday," but might as well read instead: "Secretary of State Hillary Clinton is a woman who makes silly womany faces! See how silly she is? Blah blah blah Iran. Blah blah blah Israel. Look at her silly face! Who ever thought it was a good idea to take women seriously? They're SILLY!"

For the record, here are some photos of Secretary Clinton from the event that MSNBC could have used:


I'm just sayin'.

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Bi-Monthly Reminder & Thank You

This is, for those who have asked for it, your monthly reminder to donate to Shakesville. I know there are people who resent these reminders, but there are also people who appreciate them, so I've now taken to doing them every other month, in the hopes that will make a good compromise.

As I've said before, asking for donations is difficult for me, partly because I've got an innate aversion to asking for anything, and partly because these threads are frequently critical and stressful. But it's also one of the most feminist acts I do here.

So. Here's the reminder.

I also want say thank you, so very much, to each of you who donates or has donated, whether monthly or as a one-off. I am profoundly grateful—and I don't take a single cent for granted. I've not the words to express the depth of my appreciation, besides these: This community couldn't exist without that support, truly. Thank you.

On a related note: Earlier this week, I terminated Shakesville's relationship with BlogAds after another automatic overnight approval resulted in an ad for a sex toy shop that featured a sexualized and disembodied female foot, with which I had a problem for obvious reasons. My apologies to anyone who may have seen it and assumed because of its appearance in this space that the advertising policy had changed.

So, because of the recurring problems from BlogAds' overnight approval policy, and in addition to the advertising issues detailed here, this blog is now totally ad-free—and will remain so unless and until I can accommodate advertising without compromising the tenets of the safe space.

Thanks again for everything, Shakers.

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Emmy Noms

Complete list here. Lots of Shaker favies: Lost is up for Best Drama Series (and Michael "Benry" Emerson is up for Best Supporting Actor in a Drama), mucho love for Tina Fey and 30 Rock, ditto Kathy Griffin, Drew Barrymore and Jessica Lange were both nominate for Grey Gardens, and our regularly open-threaded Top Chef, Amazing Race, and Project Runway were all nominated for Best Reality Competition.

Discuss.

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When "Reasonable Doubt" Is Any Excuse to Get a Bro's Back

[Trigger warning.]

Shaker Knitmeapony sent me this article about an oral surgeon acquitted of charges associated with allegations he sexually assaulted 17 of his female patients after he was not "convinced beyond a reasonable doubt" because of expert testimony that suggested the women all suffered drug-induced hallucinations.

"On one hand, you have 17 people saying this is what happened to me," [Common Pleas Judge Anthony M. Mariani] said during a 30-minute statement before announcing his verdict. "On the other hand, you have expert testimony saying it could not have happened because they were under drugs."

…Mariani said he believed the women were truthful about what they thought happened. But the judge said he found compelling the testimony of defense experts who said the women could not have remembered anything because of drugs used to anesthetize them—and the fact that the drugs can cause sexual hallucinations.

"Across the street in civil division, my verdict might be different, but I must be convinced beyond a reasonable doubt," he said.
Dr. Robert John Boyda's defense attorney, William Difenderfer, "centered his defense around an argument that anesthesia drugs—especially propofol—can cause sexual hallucinations while preventing the patients from remembering anything real," which was confirmed by the defense's expert witnesses. The prosecution's expert witness, Dr. Richard Bennett of the University of Pittsburgh dental school, "testified that consciousness and memory can come and go while under deep sedation, contrary to defense testimony," but Judge Mariani was more persuaded by the defense experts.

Now, while it's accurate that propofol can cause sexual hallucinations in a minority of users—though sexual assault hallucinations typically happen only to women undergoing gynecological procedures—I can't imagine the odds that 17 women (and only women) who go to the same oral surgeon would all have exactly the same experience. We're not talking about one woman here, for which evidence of the drug having this potential side effect might indeed produce reasonable doubt, but 17 women, all of whom "told similar stories of lapsing in and out of consciousness from the anesthesia, but said they remember Boyda assaulting them in some way."

By what definition of "reasonable" is it considered reasonable to dismiss as coincidence a wildly anomalous cluster of atypical reactions to a drug shared by only the female patients of a single doctor, particularly given known cases of doctors using the drug specifically in order to sexually assault patients, because of its known side effect of producing sexual hallucinations?

Frankly, that conclusion strikes me as the very quintessence of unreasonable.

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News from Shakes Manor

[Last night, while eating dinner...]

Iain: I almost got in a fight on the way home tonight.

Liss: You did?! What happened?

Iain: I was at the garage [gas station] at the top of the road, buying soda, and there was this fooking guy in froonta me wearing a t-shirt wif the Nazi Waffen-SS symbol on the back, the double lightning, and underneaf it said: "Support yer local white boy."

Liss: Are you kidding me?

Iain: I know, right? So I said tae him, "Dude, d'ye know yer wearing a shirt wif the Nazi SS symbol on it?" And the fooking guy goes, "Yeah, ye got a problem wif that?"

Liss: Babe, fuck!

Iain: I know. So I said, "I'd hope ye would have a problem wif Hitler killing millions of innocent people." And he said, "They weren't innocent," blah blah blah, and I said, "Yer an arsehole!"

Liss: What did he say?!

Iain: He stared me doon, like he was considering gaeing for it, and then said, "Fook you!" and left.

Liss: Thank Maude.

Iain: Yeah, he was a big guy. I'll be honest wif ya; if it had come tae blows, it coulda gone eifer way.

Liss: [laughing nervously] I always say if you're going to risk getting the shit kicked out of you, make sure it's for a good cause.

Iain: Too'ally.

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Mr. deMille, I'm ready for my geekgasm

So...I was three years old (almost) when this went through the first time.

"This" being Apollo 11, the mission which landed on the moon 40 years ago this week. NASA is re-running the audio tapes over the web, timed so that the landing will take place exactly forty years to the moment after the original landing.

I'm afraid I'm a bit slow to tell you for you to hear the Liftoff announcement (about twelve minutes ago, as I write this), but in about three days or so, they're going to get to the exciting bits (touchdown on the lunar surface, and Armstrong's botched line - it was supposed to be "One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind").

I have a suspicion I'll be leaving it running for the whole time. :)

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Dreamy

Last night, I had a dream that I was at a party in Washington, and I was standing and talking to Helen Thomas (!) when Bill Clinton walked up to us, and Helen Thomas greeted him by saying, "Hey, you old leg-humper! How you doing?"

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Spider-Man

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