I Have a "Good Idea" for a "Good Guy"

So, I was watching the trailer for "The Good Guys" and I noticed that Colin Hanks (Tom Hanks' son, or, according to Iain, Tom Hanks' "weird little cousin") looks exactly like his dad. And I also noticed that he hasn't really been doing anything worthwhile lately with his career; "The Good Guys" doesn't look like an exception to that trend.

Okay. So I decided to pitch an idea to Mr. C. Hanks' agent to help get him out of this rut that he's stuck in. My plan is for Mr. C. Hanks to star in remakes of all of Mr. T. Hanks' classic films from the 80s and 90s, and they should all be shot-for-shot remakes directed by Gus Vans Ant, Esq.

I would first like to see a remake of Splash, with teen sensation Miley Sinus in the title role as the beautiful mermaid named Splash. "Hey, ya'll, my name's Splash! Don't put water on me!" It's gonna be great.

I also recommend putting immediately into production the Holy Trinity of Meg Ryan/Tom Hanks romantic comedies—Joe Versus the Volcano, Sleepless in Cincinnati, and You've Got the E-Mail—starring Mr. C. Hanks and my generation's Meg Ryan, Justin Beeper.


America's Sweethearts!

Think of the possibilities! Castaway with Kevin James as Wilson, who will get a full CGI makeover in this version. The remake of Gorrest Fump could see Mr. T. Hanks reprise the role made famous by Haley Joel Osment, Gorrest Fump, Jr., in full Benjamin Buttons make-up. A return to A League of Those Ladies' Own, the seminal favorite of lady-baseball, which reminds us of the important message, "There's no cryogenic baseball!"

In sumnation, this is an excellent idea, and Colin Hanks should do it immediately. The End.

[Thanks to Liss for the help on this one!]

Open Wide...

So...

...there's this article at CNN in which Elizabeth Gilbert gives women advice about going easy on themselves, and each other, and accepting failure as a natural part of taking risks and living a full life.

I could pick at the problems with the piece—like the disappearing of imposed cultural expectations created outside of the sisterhood, or the truly annoying tone, or the fact that the intended audience is quite evidently privileged women primarily—but I'm not really interested in recommending the piece as much as just relating its intent.

Which is about women not judging themselves and other women.

Because you really need to understand that's what it's about, irrespective of its flaws, to fully appreciate how CNN linked this piece on its front page:


"Women need to lighten up."

Sure. Thanks, CNN!

Open Wide...

Today in Just Like Jesus Would Do

Vatican investigates nuns on complaints of "feminism, activism."

Of course they do.

[H/T to Shaker Azzy.]

Open Wide...

CNNMoneyFortuneWevNewz: Well-Off Hard Hit by Inconvenience

by Shaker EastSideKate, a feminist teacher/scholar/mother/partner/derbygirl from Upstate New York.

According to some editor guy at CNN/Money/Fortune/wev, the not-quite-rich ($250k-$500k/yr) are hurting, and not at all entitled or anything.

The hard hit folks in question are "HENRYs":

"...generally folks in their 30s and 40s who got the best grades in high school, worked their way through college, and logged long hours as law firm associates or consultants on the rise"
Oh noez! What about the middle-aged lawyers who worked oh so hard?!?! They're soooo smart and deserving unlike the rest of youz!

I sense danger ahead.
"Obama was targeting the HENRYs for big tax increases, declaring that families making over $250,000 a year were 'the rich' and needed to 'pay their fair share.' Even then, I [Shawn Tully, senior editor-at-large of Fortune] argued, the HENRYs were so squeezed between their big expenses for the things they considered staples -- private schools and day care for the kids, for example -- and an immense tax burden that typically took at $100,000 from a $350,000 income, that they not only weren't rich, but stood little chance of ever saving the big nest egg to qualify as truly wealthy."
Wha?? Pay 28% of their paycheck in taxes?!? The absurdity!!! These people deserve riches! Yet you propose to tax them at a time when opting out of society is oh-so-costly!

The whole article seems to be arguing for a society that the editors of CNN/Money aren't considering. Folks with 6 figures are hurting because their incomes have been cut by 25%? They can't afford to send their kids to separate, well-funded schools? High quality child care is expensive for them? That's just zany! My child will be going to well-funded public schools, and before class, I'll just drop her off at the free daycare center where... wait, what were we talking about?

I'm not smart, or middle-aged, or hard-working, but I recognize some parallels between my situation and that of the HENRYs. Rather than pitting Obama and Engels against the HENRYs and big corporations, maybe the HENRYs and the rest of the working class are actually in the same boat. Sure, the HENRYs aren't riding in steerage, and the bubble in the early 2000's helped them afford top-shelf liquors in the boat's bar, but seriously.

Alas, having us all in the same boat doesn't allow us to dismiss less fortunate folks as less deserving. Once you do that, you might actually start having to think about, say, what was responsible for the financial meltdown, and who benefited from the run up to it. Gasp!

On second thought, the HENRYs should probably keep complaining about how unfair it is that they have to share the pain of a broken system that they toooooootally deserved to benefit from. Yes, that's it. We can totally sell them expensive stuff to carry around at their protests against the less deserving.

Open Wide...

Quote of the Day

"Obviously [Mirandizing attempted Times Square car bomber Faisal Shahzad] would be a serious mistake...at least until we find out as much information we have. … Don't give this guy his Miranda rights until we find out what it's all about."Senator John McCain, arguing that an American citizen should not be read his Miranda rights, lest, I guess, he be accidentally afforded those rights. Or something.

Open Wide...

Today's Edition of "Conniving and Sinister"



Blank

See Deeky's archive of all previous Conniving & Sinister strips here.

[In which Liss reimagines the long-running comic "Frank & Ernest," about two old straight white guys "telling it like it is," as a fat feminist white woman and a biracial queerbait telling it like it actually is from their perspectives. Hilarity ensues.]

Open Wide...

Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime



EMF: "Unbelievable"

Open Wide...

She Should Be Grateful...

In which this e-mail exchange will serve in lieu of an actual post.

elle: Lots about this article seems wrong, including the, "see? this fat black actress knows how to treat people"* at the end:

It's always a let-down when folks you've admired or respected from afar turn out to be jerks in person. Case in point: Gabourey Sidibe, the Oscar-nominated actress in the title role of "Precious."
(snip)

[A]fter meeting Sidibe at the White House Correspondents dinner and hearing about others' negative encounters with her, I'm putting down my pompoms.

I was thrilled to spot her at a table laughing uproariously with the man sitting to her right. "I know you're having a good time and I'm sorry to interrupt," I began. My next sentence didn't come out because Sidibe shouted over the din, "Yeah, come back in five minutes!" Thinking she was joking, I laughed and pretended to walk away. When I noticed that the look in her eyes meant she was serious, I walked back to her and said, "I just wanted to congratulate you on your nomination. I thought your performance was spectacular. I even wrote a column about it." After wishing her good luck, I rejoined my friends.

Back at the table, I sheepishly related the incident to my colleague Jo-Ann Armao. "Oh! She's horrible," Armao said in her wonderfully blunt way.
[Gabourey] Sidibe might be a “jerk” or she might be protective of her time and privacy or she might have been burned by the media, etc., but I wonder if part of his shock is that a fat woman has the nerve: 1) not to be flattered every time someone deigns to pay attention to her (you, know the, “you should be grateful that…”) and/or 2) to be assertive.

Liss: WTF?! Apart from the fact that Sidibe doesn't owe anyone ANYTHING, I fail utterly to see what was "mean" or rude or wevs about how Sidibe behaved. Some random dude interrupts her rollicking conversation and she doesn't immediately stop to pay attention to him, but tells him to come back? NOT RUDE. Some woman says her performance was incandescent in a fit of pretentious pique, and Sidibe isn't sure what that means and responds like most anyone would when they don't know what the hell someone is talking about? NOT RUDE. Refusing a picture on demand? NOT RUDE.

You totally hit the nail on the head: Her crime was failing to be GRATEFUL that Important People showed interest in a fat black woman. "Doesn't she know we don't show interest in fat people, or black people, or women, NO LESS ALL THREE?!"

The nerve of her!

elle: I'm going to label it "today in fat hatred," and note that the way his outrage is gendered and raced is astounding, as well.
____________________
*I’m referring to the mention of Queen Latifah.

Open Wide...

It's a Boy!

The newest addition to Shakes Manor, care of a local greyhound rescue:



Dudley Q. McEwan, 70lbs. 5oz.

Dudley (aka Dudz, Dudders, Duddly Wuddly, Lord of Duddlington, The Dud Abides) arrived at our doorstep—after a very long process of breed research, rescue research, applications, references (thanks, RedSonja!), cat introductions, and house-readying—last Thursday night. He was the first and only potential rescue we met, as it was love, and more importantly compatibility, at first sight.

As greyhounds are sight hounds, and Dudz is a retired racer who was trained to chase a "rabbit," we basically needed to adopt a failure—a dog who was never a great racer because zie had low prey drive. Hir reaction to Olivia was going to be of particular concern, since she's white (like the "rabbit"). When Dudley visited our house for a meet-and-greet, Livs puffed herself up like a great fuzzy zeppelin and hissed at him. He slowly backed away, with a look on his adorable wee face that seemed to say, "What the fuck was THAT?!"

Still, we had an introduction plan in place once he arrived, which involved a leash and Dudley's racing muzzle, which he's swell about wearing. But on Friday morning, I had him in the office with me sans leash or muzzle, because I didn't expect the cats to want to venture near him for days. Shows you what I know! Livs and Sophs were straight into the office in the morning as always, and I just decided to play it cool and see what happened, since Dudz had been scared of them at the meet-and-greet. He paid them no attention at all, even when Olivia stuck her nose into his food and water bowls.

I called Iain. "Well. That was easy!"

By Friday morning, Dudz and Livs had made…well…if not friends, exactly, they'd at least made acquaintances:


Sophie soon followed suit, and, though they are still leery of one another, yesterday morning, Sophs and Dudz touched noses in a heartbreakingly sweet and friendly little exchange.

Matilda is having none of it. She will be in the same room with Dudz, but she's firmly resisting a formal introduction, no doubt hoping the stinky lump will disappear.

Dudz is still a puppy—he's already retired from racing at a year and half old, and it's no wonder, since he evidently has the prey drive of a garden slug. He pays no attention to squirrels and rabbits on our walks, and he instantly made fast friends with a little white pooch at the dog park over the weekend. An utter failure as a racer, he is a total winner for us.


Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Dudz is already madly in love with Iain, and seems to trust him implicitly. He's more wary of me, and when I approach him (especially holding the leash), he frequently rolls over onto his back and does a little submissive urination, even in his crate. (Where he'd happily spend the whole day, left to his own shy devices.) So I'm spending a lot of time with the washing machine and the spot cleaner, lol, and also with the treat bag, using sideways approaches and crouches and averted eye contact to try to communicate in "dog" slowly but surely that I am a bearer of only good things.

When Iain is around, Dudz trusts me more, so we are taking advantage of that, too. Last night, I got on the floor and Iain curled himself around me from behind, and Dudz then flopped over along my front. It's just going to take some time for him to trust me on my own.


"Who's a good boy?"

Other than his timidity, he has so far been an absolute dream. He has the sweetest temperament—he loves people and other dogs; he takes food from your hand gently, without any snapping; he is curious about his environment but doesn't get overexcited; he walks on the leash at your side so beautifully that you barely know he's there. He's a good boy in the car, too!


He's still baffled by the concept of "toys," and one of our challenges is to bring out the happy-go-lucky inner dog in him. Too much enthusiasm scares him, so it's confidence-building first, and then we'll learn how to have fun! And he needs to put on a good 10lbs; he's only been off the track a little more than a month, so he's still got the skin-and-bones physique of a racer.


And, naturally, he can run like the wind. He was able to let loose at the dog park over the weekend, and I got some video of him running with Iain and then taking off for a bit of a gallop (please forgive my raspy breathing from the stubborn chest infection that's still hanging around):


He is, however, as are most greyhounds—the "45-mile-an-hour couch potatoes"—a lazy git who just wants to lie around and look adorable about 18 hours a day, which he does very professionally.




In fact, I'm pretty sure he's overdue for a TREAT!!!eleventy!, so if you'll pardon me for a moment, I must go give the GOOD BOY his paycheck for proficient cuteness.

[Previously: It's a Girl!]

Open Wide...

Tory Senator to Women's Groups: "Shut The Fuck Up!"

I do wish I were exaggerating. Tory (Conservative) Senator* Nancy Ruth (a white cis woman) said on Monday morning to a meeting of international women's rights groups that she'd convened:

With the recent controversy about the government's plans to omit funding for abortion from its maternal health policy for developing countries, the panelists said it was an issue they couldn't ignore.

However, during the question and answer period, Ruth advised the room that pushing the abortion issue was not the right strategy if they really wanted progress on the maternal health issue. Her comments were caught on tape by the Toronto Star.

"We've got five weeks or whatever left until the G8 starts. Shut the f--k up on this issue," she said. "If you push it, there'll be more backlash. This is now a political football. This is not about women's health in this country."

She went on to say, "Canada is still a country with free and accessible abortion. Leave it there. Don't make this an election issue."
Let me say clearly here, for the Senator's benefit, as she seems to be a bit confused on the way this works: we don't work for you. You work for us. You're appointed to be our fucking representatives in the Senate, not to be political shills for Robin Harper and his Band of Married Men, blazing their lonely and courageous trail down a well-marked and well-travelled road, stealing from the poor, and giving to the rich.

When we come to you, at your invitation, and present current women's issues to you, you don't get to turn around and fucking tell us "No, that's not an issue, shut the fuck up." You get to shut the hell up yourself, and listen to the people you swore a fucking oath to represent.

So don't hold your breath, Senator Ruth. There won't be any shutting-the-fuck-up out here. We'll continue to raise hell, our voices, and our hopes, because we expect more. We will not rest, ever, until the fight is won. And if we go to our long rest before that day, know that our children will fight on as well. And theirs. And theirs.

You will never turn the clock back on us, Ms. Ruth. Get used to it.

EDIT: I wanted to add, yes, I'm aware that Ms. Ruth has served women's rights well in the past, with her involvement in the founding of LEAF, and various other acts. Absolutely. That doesn't mean that when she turns to the Dark Side, we can't call her out on it; and silencing women about our rights, as far as I'm concerned, makes her basically Darth Harper's Padawan.

* In Canada, the Senate is an appointed body, serving as the upper house of parliament, similar to the UK's House of Lords or the US Senate (save, in the latter case, for the "appointed" bit). It is generally toothless; whenever the Upper House threatens to block some piece of legislation, the government-of-the-time threatens to abolish it, which makes all the comfy-womfy Senators in their comfy-womfy lifelong seats go all wibbly (what the hell would they do if they had to work for a living! - that shit's for the peons!), and they back down. Effectively, we have a one-house Parliament in this country.

Tip of the CaitieCap to the inimitable James Nicoll.

Open Wide...

Today in Rape Culture

[Trigger warning.]

A jury in Australia has acquitted an accused rapist on the basis that his female victim had to have been an "assisting, collaborating, consenting" partner, because there's no way the rapist could have removed her "tight size 6 skinny jeans" on his own.

Nicholas Gonzales, 23, admitted to [sexual contact] with the 24-year-old accuser, but insisted it was consensual.

The woman said Gonzales pushed her on his bed and held her down against her will, the Daily Mail reported. "I struggled to try to get up for a while and then he undid my jeans and he pulled them off," she testified.

Gonzales' lawyer pressed her, saying it would be "difficult for skinny jeans to be taken off by someone else unless the wearer's assisting, collaborating, consenting."

"I would disagree," the woman replied.
So, unless I'm mistaken, the idea here is that the woman wearing the jeans is capable of getting them off on her own, without assistance, every time she needs to pee and at the end of every day she wears them, but a man intent on raping her couldn't possibly do the same. Okay.

(And, just to be sure I understand The Rules, a short skirt means I'm "asking for it," and skinny jeans are axiomatic evidence of consent. Got it.)

What I find particularly galling about this acquittal is the idea that even if a woman did help take off her jeans, that's the same as consent. It's not remotely difficult to imagine being in a situation where an evidently dangerous man with no compunction about hurting his victim is holding her down and demands she remove (or help remove) her clothing, threatening her with ever more brutal violence if she doesn't comply. That's not consent. That's a survival strategy.

I am constantly amazed how many people—how many juries—apparently believe that victims are supposed to discern during the commission of a rape whether the rapist will really carry through on his threats, or whether merely refusing to take off one's "skinny jeans," for instance, will thwart him. Sometimes potential rapists are thwarted by something that simple, but of the two possible outcomes, it seems both the unlikeliest and riskiest, especially under duress.

And it's eminently reasonable to conclude that someone who is willing to rape you is also willing to kill you, if that is what he is threatening to do. Compliance under those circumstances is categorically not consent.

Which is why rape cases shouldn't be decided on bullshit like "those jeans didn't come off by themselves." Whether they did or didn't doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the presence or absence of consent.

Of which skinny jeans are not evidence.

The "skinny jeans defense" has been successfully used in South Korea and Italy, as well.

[H/T to Shaker Kate217.]

Open Wide...

The Situation in Nashville

by Shaker rowmyboat, a New York/New England transplant weathering storms in Nashville, Tennessee.

On the far right of this photo is the football stadium, and then in front of that is the river. In the middle there is a green-roofed building that is mostly obscured by trees, and that's where the river usually stops, but here the river has overflowed the bank and is well into the first couple blocks of the city. On the far left, people on a pedestrian bridge overlook the scene.

You may have heard that we've got a bit of a situation here in Nashville, Tennessee, and surrounding areas. Or maybe you haven't heard; my mother, who has been an assiduous follower of Nashville weather and news since I've lived here, hadn't heard that there had been about a dozen weather-related fatalities. Many of my far-flung friends in New York, Massachusetts, and elsewhere hadn't heard anything about it at all, aside from what I've been putting up on Facebook. The MSM is only slowly catching up, with the New York Times and the major TV news channels only starting to do some minor reporting of the whole thing on Monday.

First, let me say that I'm fine. My apartment had a small leak in the living room ceiling and the hot water heater has turned off for seemingly unrelated reasons. My neighborhood is on the side of a hill, so the water all went right past us. We only lost power for a couple minutes here and there – once Saturday night, and again Sunday afternoon and Monday evening.

Just fifteen blocks west of me a creek ran over. Some houses were flooded there, and on Monday afternoon the bodies of an elderly couple who went missing on Sunday were retrieved. I drove past the creek late Monday morning and there was a truck in it; the waters were so strong even in that little stream that it tore up parking lots and moved cars and trucks.

The long and short of it is that we're having what the Army Corps of Engineers has called a "once in a thousand years event." Between last Friday night and Sunday night over a foot (30.5) of rain fell in Nashville, with up to fifteen inches (38 cm) in some areas. It broke the one day and two day rainfall records for the area, and though it is only May 3 it has already been the rainiest May on record. It is also about a quarter of the average yearly rainfall for this area.

As a result, every river, pond, lake, stream, and creek in the area burst its banks, and there has been wide-spread flooding. The interstate highways around Nashville started flooding late Saturday afternoon and yesterday the TN Department of Transportation's website indicated that every highway in the Nashville metro area was flooded. The most dramatic instance of this can be seen in video and photographs of route 24 south of the city, where the waters were up over the jersey barriers, cars and trucks were submerged, and a portable classroom trailer floated down the highway and smashed to pieces against a semi truck. A great many local roads were also flooded, making it virtually impossible to leave some areas by car or foot.

Most of the damage was done Sunday while the rain was still falling and smaller waterways were over their banks. The Bellvue area of Nashville was particularly hard-hit, as were out-lying towns of Franklin and Lebanon. Lebanon's town square is underwater and the commuter rail is torn up. My landlords apparently "swam" out of their house in Bellvue yesterday. There have been over a thousand water rescues in the last two days, including people from the roofs of homes and businesses, and police officers whose squad cars had floated away.

Some areas have been evacuated, including a complete evacuation of the area of downtown by the river. Even as I write this on Monday night, more areas are evacuating. A few towns, such as Clarkesville, have instituted overnight curfews. All the school are closed, and finals were postponed and some classes canceled at the colleges in the area. The MTA buses are "suspended indefinitely." Many home and business owners do not have flood insurance because they never thought they'd need it.

The biggest of these rivers is the Cumberland, which flows past the center of the city. The football stadium that the Tennessee Titans play in sits right on the east bank, and the financial and government hub sits on the west bank, with First Avenue close up against the river. Right now (8:30 pm Monday) the river is 51.63 feet (15.74 m) deep. It seems to have crested around 6 PM at 51.86 feet (15.81 m).

Even after the rain stopped, the water in the river has kept rising, as the tributaries and everything else empties into it. The Cumberland's flood stage is 40 feet (12.19 m), and that was reached some time around 10 AM Sunday morning. Before the rain started, the river had been sitting around 19 or 20 feet (about 6 m).

51.86 feet is the tenth highest the Cumberland River has ever been measured at. The highest in the last 200 years or so (since they've been measuring it) was on January 1, 1929 at 56.2 feet (17.13 m). In the 1950s and '60s flood control infrastructure was built to help control the level of the Cumberland. Without that, we'd be well above the 1929 levels by now and the situation would be absolutely catastrophic.

Yesterday the power went down in some areas, so that thousands of residents are without electricity and some radio stations (including the NPR affiliate) aren't broadcasting. Power will be slow coming back because many of the Nashville Electric Service trucks were flooded. There have been water main breaks here and there, so that some communities have been told to boil their water (joining the club with Boston, MA). A state of emergency was declared yesterday and the National Guard came in to help, and today FEMA has gotten in on the action. Fifty-two of the ninety-five counties in the state have been declared disaster areas.

Here, in by the middle of the city, the water is still good, but we're running low. One of the two water treatment plants shut down yesterday after it flooded, so we are at half capacity, and we were ordered to start conserving water Monday morning – drinking and food prep only. On Monday afternoon, the other plant was in danger of flooding, so volunteers were called in to sandbag it and at 9 PM they are still working.

Despite efforts at conservation, as of 5:30 Monday evening Metro Water Director Scott Potter has said we aren't doing very well, and that we are very much in danger of the city's water supply being contaminated. As I understand it, once the pressure within the pipes drops below a certain level (due to us having used it up and one plant being off), groundwater my seep in and dirty it up. There would be hundreds of thousands of people without water or without clean water. Hopefully this will turn around soon, as I think it's the thing most threatening to general well-being at the moment.

As of Monday, most areas were starting to clean up as water subsided. The exception is the banks of the Cumberland. With waters continuing to rise there, more and more things have been submerged. On the east bank, LP Field, where the Titans play, is flooded. On the west bank, things are quite dire. First and Second Avenues are underwater, nearly up to the top of the first story in places. Many famous or historic buildings are flooded, including the Grand Ole Opry, the Opryland Hotel, the Schermerhorn Symphony Center where the Nashville Symphony Orchestra plays (their $2.5 million organ is ruined), the Country Music Hall of Fame, and the Bridgestone Arena where the Predators hockey team plays. Of the landmarks I can think of, the Ryman Auditorium is still dry.

Things aren't all bad, though. We've gotten a lot of lolz out of it, most notable the weather penis (which has it's own Facebook page!) that Liss posted about. There's a song. There was also the GIANT CARP that someone caught ON A ROAD. And Naomi Judd's buffalo, which got loose in Leipers Fork. Or the Tennessee State University president paddling a canoe out to rescue a faculty member from atop a haystack. You heard me right – college president, canoe, faculty member, haystack.

And then there's the Twitter hashtag: #othersituation2010. Ok, so, back in February, there was a snow storm on the way, and all the news and weather people kept talking about the situation. They said it so many times that it became a proper noun, The Situation. Washington, D.C. had Snowpocalypse, Nashville had The Situation. When this great big storm was being forecast last week, it harkened back to February's storm and quickly became The Other Situation. Some folks are a little disgruntled, because future researchers looking for information about the May Day Flood, or whatever it ends up being called on places that aren't Twitter, won't be able to find it because OtherSituation2010 is not a very good descriptive title. As a librarian/archivist, I definitely see their point, but I also think they need to chill out.

So, if you're looking for information about what's going on down here, try Twitter. Other tags include #NashvilleFlood, #flood2010, #splashville, #tennflood, #theothersituation2010, and #nashlantis. Twitter has really been key during the last few days. Other information sources include the Nashvillest blog and the various newspaper and TV news stations, such as The Tennessean and WSMV/Channel 4. You can also keep tabs on the height of the Cumberland River.

I was out Monday bringing supplies to the shelter set up at the Gordon Jewish Community Center and to a group at Trevecca Nazarine University that is bringing relief to the low-lying Chestnut Hill neighborhood around their campus. Most of the official shelters are good on supplies, but the kids at Trevecca are still taking stuff for their neighbors – in particular, "socks, underwear, dry food, and water" according to a Monday night tweet. For those both in and out of Nashville, here is a roundup of ways to help.

Open Wide...

Open Thread

Photobucket

Hosted by a duck building.

Open Wide...

Sad But Not Surprising

Bullies Target Obese Kids.

Yep, that's pretty how much I remember things, too. Not much has changed, huh?

Open Wide...

Question of the Day

We've done this one before, but it's always fun: Who's the most overrated actor of all time?

He might not be my #1 answer if I thought about it long and hard, but, off the top of my head, I gotta go with Al Pacino.

Hoo-ah! this.

Open Wide...

BADD: One Year Out of the Closet

Blogging Against Disablism Day, May 1st 2010I've been trying all day to figure out what, exactly, I wanted to say one year on from publicly identifying as disabled. And the truth is, there isn't much to say. My disability is still in approximately the same place as it was last year, with a few additional coping strategies that I'm guessing wouldn't be of any particular interest to anyone.

What there is to say is this: Identifying myself as disabled, instead of my old stand-by "fucked up," has brought me a sort of peace with my post-traumatic stress disorder that I didn't have a year ago. I am more reconciled to the idea of existing with it, rather than suffering from it.

Which, in what is decidedly not a coincidence, makes me feel less like I'm suffering and more like I'm surviving.

I've worked through a lot of internalized disblism (mostly directed at my own disability and how it relates to my sense of self; I hold myself to standards I would never hold another disabled person) over the past year, in tandem with dealing with the secondary trauma of silence, which I have imposed on myself as much as others imposed on me.

My voice remains, as ever and more so every day, my most important tool.

And so I will say again, in a clear voice: I have post-traumatic stress disorder. It is a chronic mental illness. I am disabled.

Open Wide...

Seven-Day Forecast

Patriarchal, with a 10% chance of balls:


Paraphrase provided by Gabe: "Local weather forecaster tracks weather system's movement in relation to potential storms in area with common broadcasters' light pen technique used most often in weather reporting and sports reporting, but in this particular evening's broadcast the weather forecaster inadvertently draws shapes that when viewed together appear to be male genitalia."

Open Wide...

Today's Edition of "Conniving and Sinister"

[Background.]



Blank

See Deeky's archive of all previous Conniving & Sinister strips here.

[In which Liss reimagines the long-running comic "Frank & Ernest," about two old straight white guys "telling it like it is," as a fat feminist white woman and a biracial queerbait telling it like it actually is from their perspectives. Hilarity ensues.]

Open Wide...

In Which I Share Some (Re)Sources

I'm prepping for my Construction of Femininity class and one of the things I want to explore is, what happens to women who don't meet the definition of feminine? How do they negotiate femininity, masculinity, the pressure to be either/or and external and internal pressures? What social sanctions are imposed upon them?

As one source for these kinds of reflections and life experiences, I wanted to read what butch/stud/aggressive lesbians had to say about their experiences as children and adolescents. I wanted information shared by these women, not written about them. I didn't find a lot with my own (probably clueless) searches or in academic databases. So, I wrote the organizers of the Butch Voices regional conferences and pleaded for help. They responded quickly and wonderfully. I have a few books to begin with--a number of them seem to be fiction, but historians can use that (and my class is a multi-disciplinary topics course)!

I also was given a link to a website about the Kicked Out Anthology. A description:

In the U.S., 40% of homeless youth identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender or queer (LGBTQ). Kicked Out published by Homofactus Press brings together the voices of current and former homeless LGBTQ youth and tells these forgotten stories of some of our nation’s most vulnerable citizens. Diverse contributors share stories of survival and abuse with poignant accounts of the sanctuary of community and the power of creating chosen families.
And I really want to share the video below, called "Tomboy" with y'all. It's geared towards kids, based on the book Are You a Boy or a Girl? by Karleen Pendleton Jimenez, but I will use it in my college classroom to prompt my students to talk about what they saw/experienced as youth and how they see the same lessons being perpetuated today.

Because it is for kids, it has some simple, generalized language and characters we'd probably question: "boy things" and "girl things," for example, and the girl who is "traditionally feminine" is a villain of sorts, a complete tool of the patriarchy. That in particular reminded me of the questions Gwen at Sociological Images asked here:
How do you reject the trappings of that socially-approved version of femininity without devaluing femininity, girls, and women themselves?

(snip)

My students who are trying to distance themselves from ideas of passive femininity often disparage “girly-girls,” those they see as unambiguously accepting pink culture. Thus, wearing a sparkly barrette or painting your nails pink becomes inherently problematic, a sign that you must be boy-obsessed, dumb, superficial, and so on.
That being said, here is the video:

Tomboy from Barb Taylor on Vimeo.



And if you have more suggestions for resources, please drop them in comments. I am looking now for non-fiction adn film. The discovery of this video led me to another book by Pendleton Jimenez, "Unleashing the Unpopular": Talking About Sexual Orientation and Gender Diversity in Education. I am about to beg the history department (I'm exaggerating--no begging required) to get me an exam copy as it looks as if it could be really useful to me as a professor.

Open Wide...

Yet More Today In Fat Hatred!

Why do I have the feeling that this article isn't going to have the effect the generals wanted?

Hmm...let's see, I can put myself into a malnutritive space regularly, to stay within the ridiculous restrictions of the BMI, and my reward for this will be "being eligible to go colonise another country against its will, and maybe being shot at or blown up in the bargain".

Or I can live a comfortable life, exercising, playing soccer at least once a week, refereeing another couple of times, and be ineligible for all that fun.

Hmm, choices, choices.

Tip of the CaitieCap to MzR.

Open Wide...