Emmys Open Thread

The Emmy Awards were last night, and, while I was the embodiment of wev about almost the entirety of the show, including most of the winners, I loved the opening of the show, in which host Jimmy Fallon was joined in one of his patented Glee homages by, among other notables, Lost's Jorge Garcia (Hurley):


I was also pleased to see Temple Grandin win so many awards, which was a really excellent film about a very interesting woman.

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The Overton Window: Chapter One

Two pages.

That's how long the opening chapter is. Two pages. But hey, that's enough to meet our protagonist, Noah Gardner: "Good-looking, great job, fine education, puckishly amusing and even clever when he put his mind to it, reasonably fit and trim for an office jockey, Noah had all the bona fide credentials for a killer eHarmony profile" who had "spent a full decade building what most guys would call an outstanding record of success with the ladies."

Okay, so, I'm not most guys, but let me ask you something. Is "an outstanding record of success with the ladies" a common phrase among your peer group, most guys? Just wondering. It's nice though, to see Beck give a nod to Christian dating site eHarmony, I guess to keep relevant.

As he'd rounded the corner of age twenty-seven and stared the dreaded number thirty right in the face, Noah had begun to realize something... While he'd been aiming low with his standards in the game of love, the women he'd been meeting might all have been doing exactly the same thing. Now, on his twenty-eighth birthday, he still wasn't sure what he wanted in a woman but he knew what he didn't want: arm candy. He was sick of it. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to consider thinking about getting serious.

Noah is having an existential crisis. There. That's basically chapter one. Well, him having the crisis and seeing the woman of his dreams. All while standing at the vending machine at work. (Work, by the way is a PR firm named Doyle & Merchant.)

"Top psychologists tell us in Maxim magazine that the all-important first impression is set in stone within about ten seconds." Again with the pop culture reference. Beck will show you just how relevant he is. I'm waiting for a mention of Facebook and/or Youtube next.

Beck spends several paragraphs sort-of describing the woman (as yet unnamed; suspense!; can't wait for chapter two!), throwing in a mention of the Grateful Dead along the way. More relevance! Well, no. If he'd wanted to be really hip, he'd have mentioned Phish. I'd, again, love to just copy and paste the whole chapter here, to illustrate just how awful it is, but at some point, that would become cumbersome. Besides, if you really want to read this dreck yourself, get down to the library.

There follows more garbage about PR and art and lines and beauty and "the purest essence of a woman" (I'm rolling my eyes right now) ... all of which leads us to the whole crux of chapter one: "Unlikely as it must seem, he knew right then that he was in love."

Noah Gardner, he of the easy life of an outstanding record of success with the ladies, he of the existential crisis, he who may soon consider thinking about getting serious, just found something to give his life meaning: a woman.

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"Honor." You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Conservative US radio and television commentator Glenn Beck speaks at a rally dubbed 'Restoring Honor,' to show support of the US military, organized by Beck, one of the de facto leaders of the Tea Party movement at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC, on August 28, 2010. The rally has attracted controversy because it is being held on the 47th anniversary of civil rights legend Martin Luther King Jr.'s 'I Have a Dream' speech, at the Lincoln Memorial on the National Mall, where King spoke. [Getty Images.]
So, Glenn Beck had his "Restoring Honor" rally this weekend, and, despite Fox News' estimate that half a million people were in attendance, it was more like 90,000. Which is still terrifying enough.

People gather at the Lincoln Memorial on the National Mall on August 28, 2010, in Washington, DC. Thousands of Americans gathered Saturday in the heart of the US capital for a rally to 'Restore America,' led by conservative icons including talk show host Glenn Beck and former Alaska governor Sarah Palin. [Getty Images.]
Yes, Sarah Palin was there, too, right in the center of a rally stewing xenophobic nationalism, patriotic jingoism, militarism, religion, and unfettered anger in a big, fascist pot.

Former Alaska governor Sarah Palin speaks during a rally dubbed 'Restoring Honor,' to show support of the US military, organized by conservative radio and television commentator Glenn Beck. [Getty Images.]
There was a lot of this going on:

Two rally-goers stand side-by-side, a white man with a red t-shirt reading "One Nation Under God," and a white woman with a blue t-shirt reading "It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible." [Getty Images.]
And some of this:

Men wear colonial costumes as thousands gather to support TV commentator Glenn Beck at his Restoring Honor rally on the US National Mall in Washington, August 28, 2010. [Reuters Pictures.]
Tami Ernst, and her brother John Ernst, both from Houston, are dressed for the occasion at the Glenn Beck 'Restoring Honor' rally in front of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, Saturday, Aug. 28, 2010. [AP.]
As Sinclair Lewis famously said, when fascism comes to America, it will be dressed like a total jackass.

My favorite part of the rally was the giant banners featuring images of Abraham Lincoln and abolitionist Frederick Douglass affixed behind the stage.

All part of Glenn Beck's crusade to reclaim the Civil Rights Movement, no doubt. [Reuters Pictures.]
The inclusion of Frederick Douglass is great, just great. I love how it conveys that modern white conservatives are enslaved, seeking their freedom, and Beck is their Douglass. Sure.

If "honorable" doesn't describe the most privileged people on the face of the planet equating themselves to slaves, I just don't know what does.

Beck stands behind the banner of Lincoln, which reads "RESTORING HONOR." [AP.]
I will take it as further evidence that God does not exist that Lincoln was not momentarily reanimated just so he could kick Glenn Beck's ass.

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Good Morning! The Democrats Suck!

Actual Headline: Democrats can't agree over killing or saving the Bush-era tax cuts.

Of course they can't.

"It's hard to say the Republican economic policies were bad, [and] then continue them," Paul Begala, Democratic strategist and former advisor to President Clinton, told The Hill. "That is a bit of a mixed message."
lolsob.

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Hosted by a paper octopus.

This week's open threads have been hosted by octopuses. Thanks to the awesome Everything Octopus blog for many of the links and ideas!

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The Virtual Pub Is Open


[Explanations: lol your fat. pathetic anger bread. hey your gay.]

TFIF, Shakers!

Belly up to the bar,
and name your poison!

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This can't possibly lead to be an abuse of power

CNN: Court allows agents to secretly put GPS trackers on cars

Juan Pineda-Moreno was recently convicted of conspiracy to grow marijuana.

But he appealed on the grounds that sneaking onto a person's driveway and secretly tracking their car violates a person's reasonable expectation of privacy.

Gee.... do ya' think?

Well, think again:

The U.S. Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals rejected the appeal twice -- in January of this year by a three-judge panel, and then again by the full court earlier this month.

I can't even fathom the flaming rhetorical hula hoops one would have to sashay through in order to allow this sort of surveillance.

Thankfully, there's a Reagan/Bush I appointee present to walk me through it:

"You left place A, at this time, you went to place B, you took this street -- that information can be gleaned in a variety of ways," said David Rivkin, a former Justice Department attorney. "It can be old surveillance, by tailing you unbeknownst to you; it could be a GPS."

He says that a person cannot automatically expect privacy just because something is on private property.

"You have to take measures -- to build a fence, to put the car in the garage" or post a no-trespassing sign, he said. "If you don't do that, you're not going to get the privacy."

Sometimes, I don't get my country at all. I mean, last I checked we were feverously guarding the sanctity of private property from the evils of government. Oh, that's right, we were guarding our property. Who cares about that guy, lolsob.

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For Spudsy



Stay Puft Quality Marshmallows. For real.

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Today's Edition of "Conniving and Sinister"



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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 (Liss) and a biracial queerbait (Deeky) telling it like it actually is from their perspectives. Hilarity ensues.]

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No Gay Soldiers

The American Family Values Children Christian Liberty Freedom Patriot Association Foundation Organization Family Research Council is running a new ad voicing their opposition to the repeal of DADT. There are a lot of things to love about it, but I think my favorite part is the implication that there have never been, and are currently not, any gay servicemembers. Which, were that true, would render DADT unnecessary, anyway—now, wouldn't it?

Of course, logic is not one of the qualities for which members of the Family Research Council are generally known.

Male voiceover: [over footage of soldiers in WWI, WWII, Vietnam, and one of the Gulf Wars] They fought in trenches, stormed beaches, cut through sweltering jungles, marched over burning deserts. [over footage of soldiers marching, and hovering helicopters] Our military has protected our soil, seas, and skies. But today they're drawn into a new battle. [over an image of a Pride parade and a big rainbow flag, accompanied by the text "HARRY REID and HOMOSEXUAL ACTIVISTS pushing their agenda on our military] Harry Reid and homosexual activists are attempting to advance their political agenda [over image of rainbow flag flying near capital] by overturning "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." [over image of tank in the Gulf] Our military is for protection, not politics. [over FRC logo with "paid for by" text] Stop Harry Reid! Family Research Council Action PAC is responsible for the content of this advertising.
I also dearly love the idea that advocating for the inclusion of openly gay soldiers is politics, but advocating for their continued exclusion is not.

Funny how the defenders of tradition, the fierce protectors of privilege, are never the ones with the political agenda; it's those marginalized rabble-rousers who want equality, the stinking hooligans, the activists, *spit*, who have an agenda.

The heroes and patriots are merely interested in maintaining the status quo. What's the big deal about that? After all, it's working great for them!

[Via Andy.]

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The Overton Window: Prologue

The Overton Window opens with Eli Churchill at a pay phone in the middle of the desert, roll of quarters in his hand, calling Beverly, and spilling the beans on a conspiracy involving a missing two-point-three trillion dollars and eleven nuclear weapons. In two and a half pages, Beck has laid out the entire plot. To hell with suspense, or mystery. No one wants that in a thriller, right? And to say this is poorly written is an understatement. The writing is clunky, stiff, amateurish. It reads like fan fiction, with apologies to writers of fan fiction.

Let's just jump right in, shall we?

He cradled the pay-phone receiver against his shoulder, glanced down the narrow, rutted Mojave dirt road he'd traveled to get here, and then up the long, dark way in the other direction.

In this much quiet your ears could play tricks on you. He could have sworn that there'd been a sound out of place, like the snap of a stalk of dried grass underfoot, even though no other human being had any business being within twenty miles of where he stood, but he couldn't be sure.

So, Eli is in the middle of the desert, twenty miles from nowhere, on a dirt road. Using a pay phone. What? Are there lots of pay phones in the Mojave along narrow, rutted dirt roads? That seems... unlikely. And I wonder if the author has heard of this new thing they have out now called a "cellular phone." Cool thing is, you can buy disposable cell phones now, and they are completely untraceable. That's probably easier than finding a pay phone in the vast expanses of the Mojave desert.

He worked his last six quarters from their torn paper roll and dropped them one by one into the coin slot.

He had just three minutes left. In a way, it was ironic. After years of planning, he'd brought all the evidence he needed to back up his story, but not nearly enough change to buy the time to tell it.

Oh the irony. One more reason to get one of those disposable cells.

"Now where was I ..." As he riffled through his pile of photocopies a couple of the loose papers got caught up in a gust and went floating off into the night.

"You were talking about the money."

"Yes, good, okay. Two-point-three trillion dollars is what we're talking about. Do you know how much that is? From sea level that's a stack of thousand-dollar bills that would reach to outer space and back with thirty miles to spare.

Okay, as is revealed a few paragraphs down, Churchill has infiltrated this deadly conspiracy involving trillions of dollars and stolen nukes, as part of a plot to build a new "political and economic and social structure" and Eli still needs to check his notes to see if he's got this right. I mean, it doesn't sound like the kind of thing one would figure out then be unclear on afterward. Maybe he was checking his photocopies to see how high two-point-three trillion dollars would stack. And again, as if "to outer space and back" was something you'd need to reference your notes on. Not that the stacking height of great gobs money means anything. Not really anyway.

It's a lot of money, and here's what they're doing with it (just who they are will be revealed in coming chapters, no doubt):

"I've seen the place, one of the places where they're getting ready for something—something big—planning it out, you know? I got a job inside in maintenance, as a cleanup man. They thought I was just a janitor, but I had the run of the place overnights.

"I saw what they're planning to do. They're building a structure." He checked his notes to make sure he was getting it right. "Not like a building, but like a political and economic and social structure. They've been working on it for a long, long time. Decades. When they collapse the current system, this new one they've put together will be all that's left."

So, you got that? They're building a new structure. Political and economic and social. Whatever that means. It's vaguely NWOish.

"They're changing the books so that in a generation from now almost nobody will remember what this country used to be. They've got the economy set up to fall like a house of cards whenever they're ready to tap the first one at the foundation. They've got the controlled media all lined up and ready to carry out their PR campaign. And they've got people so indebted and mind-controlled and unprepared, they'll turn to anybody who says he's got the answer."

I think this is the controversial part. The part where Beck, in his author's note, implored us to think. Yes, think, because the media is controlled, the media is some great bugaboo. As if Beck himself isn't part of the media, as if Beck himself isn't a commentator on one of the biggest and most influential media outlets in the world, as if Beck's radio show doesn't pull in 9 million-plus listeners. A very influential media personality tells his audience to listen to him and not listen to influential media personalities? Ummm.... okay.

Churchill warns Beverly "they're going to stage something soon to get it all started" right before he's killed.

A glint of brilliant red light on the wall of the booth caught his attention. He turned, as the man behind him had known that he would, and let the phone drop from his hand.

Eli Churchill had enough time left to begin a quiet prayer but not enough to end it. His final appeal was interrupted by a silenced gunshot, and a .357 semi-jacketed hollow point was the last thing to go through his mind.

Oy. Really? An assassin shows up, in the middle of the desert where this phone booth is and using a silenced 357 with a laser sight, shoots Churchill dead? Because he was a janitor working undercover who made photocopies of the "new structure's" plans to use two-point-three trillion dollar and eleven nuclear weapons to topple the government. All of which he needed to tell Beverly. Whoever she is.

You know, "a .357 semi-jacketed hollow point was the last thing to go through his mind" may sound cool when Morgan Freeman says it, but on paper, it's downright silly. But then, everything about this book appears to be pretty silly.

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Friday Blogaround

This blogaround brought to you by Shaxco, proud distributors of Kate's OMG SHOEZ, now in fuchsia!

Recommended Reading:

Tami: What's So Funny About Antoine Dodson? [TW for discussion of attempted rape.]

Helen G: New Research Into Domestic Abuse Against Trans People [TW for violence]

Liz: The Government's Dereliction of Duty in the Ninth Ward

Echidne: What Are President Obama's Goals?

Living ~400lbs: "I'm squishy, but I'm NOT obese."

Audacia: What Does Feminism Mean to You? Three African Youth Activists Speak Out [video]

Leave your links in comments...

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I Would File This Under "Assvertising," But...

dhonig:

So, ladies, you say you want a raise? How should you go about getting it?

First, you have to figure out how to compete with the guy in the next cubicle. After all, he went to a school almost as good as yours. His grades were nearly as good as yours, too. He works hard. In fact, most mornings, he's the second person in the office. You know this, because you're always first. He is young, ruggedly good looking, and he washes his balls with a manly but fresh sandalwood soap.

What to do?

Fortunately, the good folks at Women's Day and Summer's Eve have a few words of advice for you.

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"1. It should start with your usual routine and all the things you do to feel your best, including showering with Summer's Eve Feminine Wash or throwing a packet of Summer's Eve Feminine Cleansing Cloths into your bag for a quick freshness pick-me-up during the day."

Um. I've seen a lot of variations on the "Your pussy is grody and stinky, lady! So buy our product to clean your disgusting naughtyparts!" meme, but never in all my days have I seen women admonished to clean their vulvas before asking for a raise.

And, seriously: "Only nice, clean girls with sparkly cooters get more money!" is a fucked-up message in ways I can't even begin to deconstruct.
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And don't forget the Summer's Eve people. Their toll-free number is 866-787-6383, and the website is HERE.
Teaspoons ahoy.

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Today in WTF?

Ever want to be class president? Ok, I never did. However, if this was your desire and you attend Nettleton Middle School in Nettleton, MS, and you're white--congratulations and good luck on your goal. If you're black? Well, too bad for you.

Nettleton Middle School in Nettleton, Miss., has segregated its elected class positions by race, according to a memo sent home with children at the school last week that was obtained by NBC News.

The memo was first brought to light when Brandy Springer, a mother of four children, contacted blogger Suzy Richardson, founder and editor of the blog mixedandhappy.com. It was also reported by Gawker.

“My [eighth-grade] daughter came home from [Nettleton] school telling me that she wanted to try out for the school reporter, but it is only open to black students,” Springer wrote Richardson. “They told her ‘she should run for class president, that was open to only white students.'”

The memo indicates that only white students can be president of the school’s eighth grade, while only black students can be vice president.

In seventh grade, whites are the only ones who can be both president and vice president, while the only position a black student at Nettleton can apply for in sixth grade is that of the class reporter.
You can read the memo (.pdf).
Separately, Springer told msnbc.com she spoke with the superintendent of the Nettleton school district on Thursday. She said he agreed the policy was outdated and that he was willing to review the policy.

The school issued a media statement on its website, but would not comment on any specific details about the memo or excerpts from the handbook.

“The processes and procedures for student elections are under review,” Superintendent Russell Taylor said in the statement. “We are reviewing the origin of these processes, historical applications, compliance issues, as well as current implications and ramifications.”
"Outdated"?! It's "under review"? WTF is there to review? That implies it may be kept and that somehow the school thinks the policy is not racist horseshit (helpful hint: it is, in fact, racist horseshit). While you're at it, Mr. Taylor, you should look at your homecoming policies, too (.pdf).

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Daily Dose o' Cute


[Also viewable here.]

Video Description: Playtime at Shakes Manor—and the best toy in the world is still a plastic milk bottle ring. Olivia goes wild while Sophie looks on; Dudley tries to figure out how to get into the game; and Matilda remains haughtily disinterested in the other room. She reserves her wild abandon for plastic packing strips, thankyouverymuch.

Still pix below the fold for anyone who can't view the video.


Dudley bringing the cute with some serious dog ears.


Sophs curled up on KBlogz's lap.


Livsy power-lounging.


Tilsy caught in mid-yawn.

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Two Minute Nostalgia Sublime



Steely Dan: "Peg"

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Be Radical! (And Hope Your Kids Don't Have a Functioning Bullshit Detector)

So, I'm reading this article about a minister, Kenda Creasy Dean, who's worried that "more teens becoming 'fake' Christians." Now, you know how I feel about those sorts of designations no matter who makes them, but I find it particularly amusing when it's a female minister wringing her hands about younger generations falling away from any particular brand of Christianity, because, well, you know.

But I digress.

The thing that really caught my attention was Dean's prescription to parents to discourage their teens from embracing a "mutant" and "imposter" faith and make them passionate about a more "conventional Christianity."

What can a parent do then?

Get "radical," Dean says.

She says parents who perform one act of radical faith in front of their children convey more than a multitude of sermons and mission trips.

A parent's radical act of faith could involve something as simple as spending a summer in Bolivia working on an agricultural renewal project or turning down a more lucrative job offer to stay at a struggling church, Dean says.

But it's not enough to be radical -- parents must explain "this is how Christians live," she says.

"If you don't say you're doing it because of your faith, kids are going to say my parents are really nice people," Dean says. "It doesn't register that faith is supposed to make you live differently unless parents help their kids connect the dots."
I know I'm just an iniquitous heathen doomed to be consigned to eternal hellfire and all, but this advice strikes me as part of the reason so many young people are falling away from USian Christianity: It reeks of privilege and cynicism to suggest that the average Christian can, and should—after spending the first sixteen (or however many) years of your kid's life not living a life that suggests "how Christians live" is by making radical sacrifices—pick up and take off to work for a summer in Bolivia.

(And why Bolivia, and not Detroit? I think we all know the answer to that, and it isn't very Christian, ahem.)

The entire concept of doing something "radical" in order to get your kids excited about their faith is so contrived; I've no doubt that seeing one's parents be radically generous because altruism is a centerpiece of their faith can be inspiring to kids being raised in religious households, but not when their parents are putting on a show just to convince their kids to be god-believers.

Call me kooky, but I don't think eternal principles are meant to be conveyed with the same transparent impetuousness as getting dragged to a museum after Mom gets a bug up her ass that we all need more culture in this house, dammit!

That aside, I also think the message that being "a person of faith" and "a nice person" are mutually exclusive—or, if you prefer, doing something "because of your faith" as opposed to doing it "because you're nice"—is alienating to a lot of young people, too, particularly at a time in one's life when one is most disposed toward activism and optimism.

When I was a teenager, recasting any natural outgrowth of philanthropy into something that was obliged by faith/religion actually felt discouraging to me. I didn't give of myself because some absentee heavenly father demanded it in exchange for eternal life; I did it because I cared about the people, animals, spaces, and/or concepts to whom/which I was dedicating my time.

To do things because of religion felt the opposite of altruistic to me; I recoiled from the idea that I would care for something only in exchange for the personal reward of being welcomed inside the Pearly Gates by St. Pete himself one day.

I know not all Christians treat community service as a carrot-and-stick lead straight into Heaven, but I am continually amazed by the number who do. And I can't believe they think doubling-down on that premise is the key to retaining young people in the church.

Good luck with all that.

P.S. The next time you hear someone questioning whether Barack Obama is a Christian, just point hir to this post. He does fake radical to try to inspire faith among the increasingly faithless like nobody's bizness.

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This is a real thing in the world.



The cover for Toby Keith's new album "Bullets in the Gun."

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