Photo of the Day

close-up image of white snow on a green holly bush with red berries

Snow on the holly bush right outside our front door.

There's something I absolutely love about the particular red and white of Northwest Indiana winters. Berries that bloom in the winter, for one. And there is almost nothing more beautiful in our winters than the sight of a bright red cardinal on a bare branch, set against a backdrop of pristine white snow.

I haven't been quick enough with my camera to catch one of them this season yet, but I'm sure there will be plenty more snow to give me chances to try!

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I Don't Even Know

Every year at this time, I see eleventy million holiday adverts in which people are buying cars for each other for Christmas and leaving them in the driveway with giant red ribbons on them. And every year, I wonder: Who the fuck is buying each other cars as presents?!

Besides the Romneys, obviously.

#putaredbowonyourgoldplatedcarelevator

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Quote of the Day

[Content Note: Privilege.]

"We exchanged a grip, and he said, 'Every Sigma Chi gets a business card.' We're trying to create Sigma Chi on Wall Street, a little fraternity on Wall Street."—Conor Hails, head of the University of Pennsylvania's Sigma Chi chapter, on attending a Barclays Plc recruiting reception and approaching a banker from his fraternity with a secret handshake. Quoted in a Bloomberg piece about "the fraternity pipeline" to well-compensated jobs on Wall Street.

Bookmark this shit for the next time someone talks nonsense at your face about bootstraps.

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"In Defense of Humbug"

This is a video from 2009, which Jay Smooth retweets every year, for people who aren't having happy holidays, and to say it's okay if you're not, and to urge people to think about maybe just saying "hi" or whatever.

Happy Holiday! Happy Holiday! Happy Holiday! We're a good six weeks deep now into the "telling everybody to have a happy holiday" season. And the closer we get to the end of that season, the more urgent the need becomes to tell everyone everywhere to have a happy holiday. Even though, at this point in the year, that's probably the least useful thing you could say to anybody.

Pretty much anyone you run into this week, you can be confident they already know there's a holiday taking place, and that they're expected to be happy when this occurs. So instead of me telling you to have a happy holiday for the forty-eleventh millionth eight hundred millionth time, I'd rather take a minute to acknowledge everyone out there who's not having a happy holiday.

Everyone who can't be with the family that they love. Everyone who has to be with the family that they hate. Everyone who can't afford to express their love through the season's mandatory rituals of crass consumerism. I see you. I know that you're out there.

I know that this is the most stressful, most depressing, most unhappiest time of year for millions of people. And I know that if you're one of those people who's already unhappy, and then you gotta spend six weeks having everyone else come up to you like, "Hey, have a happy holiday! I hope you're having a happy one! Don't you go wearing a frown! Whaddaya—some kind of Scrooge? Is something wrong with you? Society DEMANDS that you BE HAPPY!" If I'm one of those people who's already unhappy, that is not helpful. That makes it worse.

If I'm not having a happy holiday, it isn't because I forgot to do it. I don't need you to remind me. I'm already acutely aware of my failure to be happy.

And, well, I mean, let me just pause for a minute and say: I'm not mad at people who say happy holidays. I say it; we all have good intentions when we say it.

But I also know that, for a whole lotta people, this holiday season is like a little box that you know everyone's supposed to fit into—and you wish that you could fit in the box, too, but you just can't fit in the box. And when you can't fit in that box, it makes you feel like the whole purpose of this holiday season is to remind you that there's something wrong with you.

So I just wanna say to everyone out there: No matter how you spend this holiday, there's nothing wrong with you doing that. And give a little love to both sides of that holiday divide. For everyone out there who is able to have a happy holiday, good for you! I'm sure you're already on top of it. Keep up the good work! And to everyone else out there, who's not fitting into that happy holiday box, I especially wanna send this out to you, and let you know I see you. There's lots of people right there with you. I've been there. And you're not alone.

Basically, I just wanna say that, wherever you are, whoever you're with, whatever your circumstances, happy holidays...are optional! If you're into that kind of thing.
The holidays don't particularly make me happy, but Jay Smooth does.

[Related Reading: Does your family look like this? Mine, neither.]

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Occam's Big Paisley Tie

[Content Note: Privilege; auditing; gaslighting. I am rerunning this piece on behalf of a friend who is dealing with some major Occam's Big Paisley Tie-ing right now.]

Yesterday, in the comments of Hallelujah_Hippo's post about "not seeing" prejudice, I said:

The correlated urge to ask me, "Well, are you sure [the incident of rank misogyny you just pointed out to me] isn't REALLY [something else]?" makes me ragefrustrated like whoa.

Yeah, I don't actually need to consider every other conceivable possible explanation for something I know is rank misogyny from a lifetime of experience in order to satisfy you, Helpful Ally.
This is something men do to women, white people do to people of color, straight people do to queer people, cis people do to trans*/intersex/genderqueer people, able-bodied people do to people with disabilities, thin people do to fat people, religious people do to atheists, etc.

Around every axis of privilege/marginalization, there are marginalized people saying, "I just experienced this heinous bit of hatred because of my marginalized identity," and privileged people saying, "Hang on, now. How can you be sure that it was because of your marginalized identity, and not just a misunderstanding, or a mistake, or a misspeak, or this thing or that thing or this other thing over here, because there's surely a perfectly logical explanation for why this behavior that looks exactly like a million other bits of behavior that you and other people in this marginalized population have experienced is actually something TOTALLY DIFFERENT. Have you considered that maybe it's just that you're too sensitive?"

If Occam's Razor is the principle by which the simplest explanation is usually the correct one, this urge to exhaust every possible explanation—no matter how convoluted, remote, unlikely, or totally fucking absurd—is Occam's Big Paisley Tie.

image of a big paisley tie
A swirling vortex of elaborate designs when a simple pinstripe just won't do.

Are you sure that salesperson didn't ignore you because zie just didn't see you? SWIRL! Well, maybe zie was just having a bad day. SWOOP! Are you certain zie heard you? SWIRL! Did you really try to get hir attention? SWOOP! Maybe zie didn't realize you needed help. SWIRL! I'm sure it's not that zie was being purposefully rude. SWOOP! Maybe zie is hard of hearing. SWIRL! Have you considered that maybe you had an unfriendly look on your face? SWOOP! You know how your face gets when you're not smiling. SWIRL! I don't know—there has to be some explanation you just didn't notice. SWOOOOOOOOP!

Certainly, there are people who engage in these critical investigations out of a misguided sense of protectiveness. They don't want their marginalized friend/relation/colleague to have been treated badly because of rank prejudice, and so their instinct is to try to find some other explanation, any other explanation, an explanation that might be more fixable than ancient and deeply entrenched bias.

But, you know, intent ain't magic. So it's just as infuriating, and functions in the same way as intentional gaslighting and emotional policing done by privileged people who put marginalized people's lived experiences through their Validity Prism with an agenda.

That is: Hearing prejudice described as prejudice and then filtering it through one's Validity Prism, because one has mistaken privilege for objectivity; and auditing that lived experience for veracity as measured against one's own personal experience, because one has mistaken privilege for default humanity.

Naturally, people with privilege (who want to defend that privilege) have a vested interest in pretending that evidence of the oppression which is the ugly underbelly of any privilege is attributable to Something Totally Different. It's harder to justify coasting by on your unexamined privilege when faced with evidence of its harm.

And so out comes Occam's Big Paisley Tie, to try to find the Something Totally Different on which to pin the blame for the prejudice that Occam's Razor—and a minimal commitment to integrity and decency—would rightfully identify.

The swirls and swoops on the tie conspire to create a pattern of distraction. But maybe this tie is really a razor! And when all else fails, comes Occam's Big Paisley's Tie Windsor Knot of Bullshit: "Have you considered that maybe you're just looking for things to get mad about?"

Fuck that tie.

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Ladies

Earlier this year, I mentioned that the women of Saturday Night Live were killing it in the digital shorts this season, after this terrific pumpkin spice douche fauxmercial. This weekend, they knocked it out of the park again with an amazing music video, "(Do It on My) Twin Bed," about getting in on in your childhood bedroom while you're home for the holidays. Paul the Spud and I were laughing until we cried over this thing all weekend.

Exterior of house decorated with Christmas lights. Interior of house: An older white couple stands by a Christmas tree. Another older white couple sits on a couch, talking. On another couch, a bunch of kids are sitting and chatting with older relatives. By the mantle, the women of SNL (Noël Wells, a thin white brunette woman; Kate McKinnon, a thin white blonde woman; Vanessa Bayer, a thin white brunette woman; Aidy Bryant, a fat white brunette woman; Cecily Strong, a thin white brunette woman; and Nasim Pedrad, a thin Iranian-American brunette woman (I'm not sure if she identifies as white or a WOC, hence noting her heritage) stand in a row, wearing club clothes. They introduce themselves to a back beat, in girl-band style. McKinnon: "We're home for the holidays." Wells: "And this year, we brought our boyfriends home with us." Thin white male cast members Taran Killam and Brooks Wheelan, and thin white male host Jimmy Fallon wave at the camera. Bayer: "But just because we're back in our mom and dad's house..." Pedrad: "Doesn't mean we can't still get a little nasty." They all laugh.

The music kicks in. From here on out, the quoted text is song lyrics, set to images of the women prance-dancing on a stage, interspersed with images of the women awkwardly getting their sexy on with uncomfortable dudes in a white metal-framed twin bed in a teenage girl's room, frozen in time, with posters of Mario Lopez and Jonathan Taylor Thomas, among others, hung on the walls.

McKinnon: Back in town visiting my mom and dad / But that don't mean I don't wanna be bad / Say what's up to my cousins / Say what's up to my neighbors / Then take my man to my childhood bedroom.

Pedrad: This is my old christening dress / And here's my stack of X-Files on VHS.

Bayer: Now we're gonna freak (freak) / In my monkey sheets / That I've had since I was a kid.

All: Let's do it on my twin bed (twin bed) / Not gonna like it (like it) / But it's the only option (option) / Where we can get it poppin' (poppin') / Let's do it on my twin bed (twin bed) / Pop and fall off it (off it) / But let's get wild (wild) / In a bed for a child. (child)

Strong: If you want an old cat to watch you bone / You're gonna want to get down in my parents' home / It'll make you spotty (spotty) / While you lick my body (body) / Then he'll throw up on your bag!

Bryant: Come on, sexy boy, gotta do this quick / While my folks are at the pharmacy; my mom is sick / She's had a cough (cough) / She got it from Jean (Jean) / And now it's a whole thing with Jean.

Wells: I'm glad you got to meet my Uncle Ted / Now keep it down 'cuz he's asleep on my trundle bed.

Uncle Ted: Hey don't mind me (me) / We're family (leeee) / Did ya hear Aunt Ruth is dead? (sad)

All: Let's do it on my twin bed (twin bed) / Even though Aunt Ruth's dead {Ruth's dead) / Wish we had more room (more room) / But grandma got the guest room (guest room) / But we'll still get nasty (nasty) / Up against my trophies (trophies) / You're a certified hottie (hottie) / Like JTT.

Talking poster of Jonathon Taylor Thomas: Aww, thanks!

Jimmy Fallon, rapping: Girl, you know I love you, but let's be clear / I'm having lots of trouble gettin' horny here / I wanna get down and do my thing / But your childhood bed has antique springs / And I guess your mom don't know how to knock / Keep my foot on the door 'cuz it doesn't lock / I can't fully undress in case your parents come through / Just shirt, no pants, like Winnie the Pooh / [inaudible under audience laughter] even tryin' to get laid / Near a photo of you from seventh grade!

The music halts to just a beat and the camera zooms in on a seventh grade photo of Kate McKinnon. Bryant (I think) says in voiceover: "Let's take it back now, y'all!" The camera moves through the picture onto a stage where a giant photo of each woman from seventh grade serves as a backdrop while they dance in front of it. IT IS SO FUNNY. And then, at the end, a giant image of Jimmy Fallon's seventh grade yearbook photo, which he stands in front of, looking embarrassed.

All: So let's do it on my twin bed (twin bed) / Not gonna like it (like it) / But ya can't be picky (picky) / When you're staying with your family! (family)

Fallon: I've been sexing in a tiny twin bed, y'all.

McKinnon: Happy holidays.

Bryant: We out.
Fucking amazing. OMG. I cannot. stop. laughing. It is a very rare thing indeed when there's a sketch on SNL to which I can relate that hard, lol.

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Daily Dose of Cute

image of Zelda the Black and Tan Mutt lying on the loveseat with her head on the arm, sleeping soundly

Zelda McEwan: American Snoozehound

As always, please feel welcome and encouraged to share pix of the fuzzy, feathered, or scaled members of your family in comments.

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The Monday Blogaround

This blogaround brought to you by snowflakes.

Recommended Reading:

Ngọc Loan Trần: Calling IN: A Less Disposable Way of Holding Each Other Accountable

Angus Johnston: Some Thoughts on Meghan Murphy, Internet Ethics, and the Morality of Quoting

Flavia Dzodan: [Content Note: Transphobia; white supremacy] #sharedgirlhood: All the Transphobic, TERFist, White Supremacist Receipts in One Post

BYP: [CN: Guns; racism; police brutality] Charges Brought Against Chicago Detective Who Fatally Shot Rekia Boyd

Zerlina Maxwell: [CN: Sexual violence; misogynoir] No One Should Listen to R. Kelly

Joseph Ehrman-Dupre: [CN: Homophobia] Source Close to 'Duck Dynasty' Clan Believes A&E Set up Phil Robertson

Leave your links and recommendations in comments...

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime



Nina Simone: "To Love Somebody"

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In the News

Here is some stuff in the news today!

Support for the Affordable Care Act has dropped to an all-time low. "Nearly all of the newfound opposition is coming from women." I wonder if some of that is the result of seeing the administration fail to vigorously defend the parts of the legislation concerning contraception.

[Content Note: Rape culture] This is a really important read about how US high schools are failing to meaningfully support girls who are raped by fellow students. This one hits very close to home for me.

[CN: Worker exploitation] German MEP Barbara Lochbihler, chair of the European parliament's subcommittee on human rights, says migrant workers in the United Arab Emirates working on "a complex of five-star hotels and museums on Saadiyat Island in the United Arab Emirates, including a new Louvre and the world's largest Guggenheim" are being exploited: "Minimum labour standards are not respected, there are systematic complaints about poor accommodation and sanitation, salaries and medical services are withheld, and both experts and the migrants themselves report excessive police force and situations of forced labour. This is unacceptable. "I therefore call on the UAE government, but also on all companies involved in the Saadiyat project—including [the] Louvre, British Museum and Guggenheim—to ensure that any form of mistreatment is addressed and that all migrants can fully enjoy their human rights."

Last Friday, a federal court in Utah ruled that the state's marriage ban was unconstitutional. And yesterday, the 10th Circuit Court of Appeals denied Utah's motion for a temporary stay of that ruling. Yay!

[CN: Racism] Steve Martin tweeted a racist "joke," the punchline of which is that people "in an African-American neighborhood" can't spell. Oh my aching sides. I love how he used "African American" to be sure he was being PC in his racist joke.

Would you like to see a video of Beyoncé shopping, being so great, and doing something nice? Well, look no further!

Keanu Reeves says he is "open to the idea of" another Bill & Ted movie. Which, let's face it, is good news for us all. "I think it's pretty surreal, playing 'Bill & Ted' at 50. But we have a good story in that. You can see the life and joy in those characters, and I think the world can always use some life and joy." Yep!

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Duck Dynasty, Continued

[Content Note: Homophobia; racism. Previously.]

Duck Dynasty patriarch Phil Robertson gave the Daily Mail exclusive access yesterday to "a small Bible study group in his home town church in West Monroe, Louisiana," where he defended his "controversial" comments regarding homosexuality. (I don't know whether he didn't address his racist comments, or whether the Daily Mail didn't cover defense of those comments, which aren't getting as much attention because racism.) Naturally, he doubled down and then some.

During Sunday's speech, he defended himself, saying he was simply quoting from the Bible and even went so far as to say Jesus could save gay people.

"I love all men and women. I am a lover of humanity, not a hater," he added.

...He said: "I have been immoral, drunk, high. I ran with the wicked people for 28 years and I have run with the Jesus people since and the contrast is astounding. I tell people, 'You are a sinner, we all are. Do you want to hear my story before I give you the bottom line on your story?'"

"We murder each other and we steal from one another, sex and immorality goes ballistic. All the diseases that just so happen to follow sexual mischief… boy there are some microbes running around now."

"Sexual sins are numerous and many, I have a few myself. So what is your safest course of action? If you're a man, find yourself a woman, marry them and keep your sex right there. You can have fun, but one thing is for sure, as long as you are both healthy in the first place, you are not going to catch some debilitating illness, there is safety there."

"Commonsense says we are not going to procreate the human race unless we have a man and a woman. From the beginning Jesus said, 'It is a man and a woman.' Adam was made and Eve was made for this reason. They left their fathers and mothers and be united to become one flesh, that's what marriage is all about."

..."Jesus will take sins away, if you're a homosexual he'll take it away, if you're an adulterer, if you're a liar, what's the difference? If you break one sin you may as well break them all."
Well, that is a very compelling case, made with nonsense and bullshit and one very specific interpretation of the Christian Bible, care of a dude who believes it's his obligation to tell other people "the bottom line on [their stories]." Terrific.

Here's the deal, Phil: There is only one time the words "I think homosexuality is wrong" are appropriate—and that is if they're immediately followed by the words "for me."

And, no, it doesn't matter what version of what denomination to which one subscribes, because people's choices are their own to make. That's what free will is. And the god continually invoked in defense of rank homophobia supposedly gave it to every human, and appointed himself the singular judge of those choices the end.

Anyway. There is still lots of screaming about free speech and censorship going on, because lots of people have no idea what those things actually mean. And don't understand that there are consequences for hate speech at most places of employment.

And, like many people who will literally use comments to accuse me of disallowing disagreement while they are disagreeing with me in comments, defenders of Robertson fail to understand that publicly auditing people's humanity doesn't happen in a vacuum, and people who react to that garbage have as much right to their reactions as the person who said nasty shit in the first place.

Not being allowed to talk shit with impunity isn't the same thing as not being allowed to talk shit at all.

If you push, expect pushback, bigots.

[Related Reading: Cracker Barrel puts 'Duck Dynasty' products back on shelves after outcry.]

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Open Thread

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Hosted by a baby elephant and some egrets.

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Sunday Shuffle

Pearl Jam, Sirens

How about you?

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Open Thread


Hosted by glue.
This week's open threads have been brought to you by things used to attach things to other things.

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Hosted by twist ties.

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The Virtual Pub Is Open

image of a pub Photoshopped to be named 'The Shakesville Alehouse'
[Explanations: lol your fat. pathetic anger bread. hey your gay.]

TFIF, Shakers!

Belly up to the bar,
and name your poison!


(And don't forget to tip your bartender!)

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Liss and Ana Talk About Elementary

[Content Note: Spoilers for the most recent episode of Elementary. Coercion; anti-Semitism.]

image of actor Jonny Lee Miller as Sherlock Holmes, making a confused face
Confused face. You and me both, Sherlock.

Ana: Lady. *slumps over in her chair* I just finished watching The One With The Old Client. I don't even know what to say. I feel like I'm watching these in a boredom stupor broken up by short little shrieks of rage before I slump over again.

Liss: Welp, I think the most telling thing I can say about this episode is that Iain and I watched it last weekend, and I totally forgot that we even watched it until you mentioned it, lol. I mean, last season, each episode would hang with me for days, and this season has been, at its best, forgettable.

Ana: I guess let's talk about Alfredo. I was so excited to have him back! But then it was all bluh because he's ambushing Sherlock with a new project. I HATED THAT. Like, it is not okay to not talk to Sherlock about that first. It's not fair to Randy, either! I would have been SO UNCOMFORTABLE if I had been Randy, and really questioning both Alfredo's competence at all this and feeling like maybe sponsorship isn't such a good thing if it means boundary-crossing like this. NONE OF THAT would have made me want Sherlock as a sponsor, for his sake as much as for mine.

Liss: Ditto. I felt profound sympathy for Randy, who was put in such an awkward position. Although I did love the moment he was given when he said to Sherlock that he respects what he has to offer because he's stayed sober. That was really cool, and the actor knocked that scene out of the park.

Ana: Uh huh. It's just too bad it was buried beneath the whole "you need to give something back to the program"… I'm just not on board with that. Kept thinking of your posts about how individual women don't owe feminism nothing. And the whole "I think you're ready [nevermind what you think]" and after only a year or whatever?? I just feel like this was super-pushy and inappropriate and reminded me of Alfredo pressuring him to accept that sobriety pin so that he can be an example to others… And all this "it's not about you," I just… no. No, I'm not okay with this, and this feels like something that could push someone (probably not Sherlock because it's a show and they need him functioning, but SOMEONE) into a relapse from the pressure. I wish we could have Alfredo in episodes where he ISN'T pressuring Sherlock to do things he doesn't want to do.

Liss: Right. Me, too. Like, I just want them to have a healthy relationship, like it totally looked like they were going to have in Season One. I don't want Alfredo pushing Sherlock, and I sure as hell don't want Sherlock being hostile to Alfredo's boundaries, like breaking into his place to fuck around with a car in the middle of the night and scaring the shit out of Alfredo.

Ana: Also: Joan wasn't consulted about this AT ALL, even though I presume he's going to be in their shared living space at odd hours, like Sherlock is at Alfredo's. But Joan would have been okay with it, I'm sure, because that's her role in the show lately: helping to pressure Sherlock into things Mycroft and Alfredo and whatever random man who walks by wants. SHE IS A HELPER GNOME. *slumps back into seat*

Liss: Remember how we used to say that the thing we loved about the show was that it wasn't totally centered around the Delicate Genius and everyone else in the cast didn't exist in service to his whims and needs? Whoooooooooops!

Ana: Whoops! I'm also sorta not okay with the suggestion that if Sherlock can't help his friend Detective Bell, he should sublimate that over into a Replacement Goldfish. Like, really?

Liss: Yeah. On the one hand, I get the whole idea about how you can't control other people's reactions and needs, and if you have energy to give, there are always people to whom it can be given in service. But, on the other hand, that's not really the same thing as holding Sherlock unreasonably responsible for some dude shooting Bell, not meaningfully exploring with him his accountability for Bell's reaction when Sherlock finally showed up, and coercing Sherlock into putting his energy in this one really specific place to which he's resistant.

Ana: Also, I guess Bell is going to be recruited into the NSA to play World of Warcraft all day. That seems nice for him, not so much for the New Yorkers maybe. Also, it's obviously working out really great for him to cut off his hand-training to spite Sherlock's face or whatever. *sigh* *settles into seat again*

Liss: I hope Detective Bell finds this post in his new surveillance detail and forwards it to the writers of the show.

Ana: I had ambivalent feels about Joan's client. I was relieved that she wasn't the killer this time (UGH), and I liked Joan putting her foot down to Sherlock, but again we have a Bad Woman hindering the investigation which, I just, uuuuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhh. (Were there any women in this episode who weren't Joan, Joan's Obstructive Client, and Complicit Art Gallery Girl Who Doesn't Know Anything About Art? I'm guessing no.)

Liss: I was relieved that the Lady with the Secret wasn't the killer this time, too, but my relief was short-lived when it turned out that the killer was instead a Jewish man who was exploiting Holocaust survivors for money. Unless I'm forgetting someone, this was the first visibly Jewish character in this series set in NYC, and he's basically a shitty stereotype of a greedy Jewish person who harms Jewish people (because it's definitely Jewish people who are most likely to harm Jewish people)? Gross.

Ana: I feel like I'm going to forget this episode by the time I finish writing this email, it just felt so insubstantial and yet still frustrated-making. I don't know how many more episodes are in Season Two, but I am pretty sure we won't be buying-and-watching Season Three next year. I has a disappoint.

Liss: I expect more, Elementary! And you know why? Because you made me feel like I could!

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Let's Continue To Misuse Correlation and Causation In Order To Harm Fat People!

[Content Note: Fat hatred, Fertility]

Here is a fun headline: "Being overweight may harm men's semen quality". Shockingly (read: not shockingly at all), the actual study under discussion tentatively found a correlation between (a) higher BMIs and lower ejaculate volume and (b) larger waists and lower sperm count. As best as I can tell from the article, no correlation whatsoever was mapped between high BMI and/or larger waists and an actual practical impact on fertility as measured by not being able to conceive when actually trying to conceive*:

About half of the men had already fathered children when the study took place and none of the couples were seeking help with infertility when they were recruited.

The researchers also did not follow up to see whether the men succeeded in having children later.
So there might be some correlation between weight and semen production which might be statistically significant and which might affect male fertility in an as-yet unquantified way. Do you think this is prematurely being peddled as a FAT MEN ARE INFERTILE!!1! and LOSE WEIGHT TO SAVE YOUR SPERM!1!! by fat hating publications? Is water wet?

Because of course NBC headlined their article with a Scary Headless Fattie and the words "A man this heavy could be harming his sperm." He's harming his sperm by being fat, ya'll! But maybe he'll read this study and this will be the final straw to cause him to stop being fat for the sake of his sperm and then his sperm won't be harmed anymore!

NBC is accusing a random citizen on the street of causing harm to his own sperm count based on a cursory glance at his external appearance. That. Is. Bullshit.

#18: You can diagnose fat people's health issues by looking at them. No.

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* Without getting into a whole long thing on fertility, the bottom line is that fertility is not a binary On/Off switch in many (I would even hazard "most") cases. Having a low sperm count might make it more difficult to conceive a child, but many men with low sperm counts are able to father children without medical aid or intervention.

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Quote of the Day

[Content Note: Racism; appropriation.]

"In December 1955, Rosa Parks took a stand against an unjust societal persecution of black people, and in December 2013, [Duck Dynasty's Phil] Robertson took a stand against persecution of Christians. What Parks did was courageous. What Mr. Robertson did was courageous too."—Republican Illinois Congressional Candidate Ian Bayne, in an email to supporters.

This is a particularly heinous bit of appropriation, given that, in addition to Robertson's well-publicized homophobic comments, he also said in the GQ interview:

I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once. Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I'm with the blacks, because we're white trash. We're going across the field. ...They're singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, 'I tell you what: These doggone white people'—not a word! ...Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues.
As previously noted, former Republican Vice-Presidential nominee Sarah Palin and Republican Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal have also defended Robertson.

[H/T to Imani.]

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This is a very strange story.

[Content Note: Sex abuse.]

Breaking into people's homes and stealing from them is a terrible thing to do, but if you happen to steal videotapes of sex abuse, then turning them into the cops is the right thing to do:

A soccer-coach has been arrested in Spain after a thief broke into his house and stole videotapes containing incriminating footage of child sex abuse, Spanish police said.

The thief must have realized what he had taken some days after the break-in and called authorities anonymously from a pay phone to say he had evidence of the alleged crimes, police in the southern city of Jaén said in a statement on Thursday.

The allegedly thief left the three videotapes -- which according to police contain footage of the suspect abusing children around 10 years old -- in a brown envelope under a car in the street.

The envelope included an anonymous note with the coach's address and a short message that read: "I've had the misfortune of having the tapes fall into my hands, and feel obligated to present them to you so you can do your job and put him ... in jail for life."
The coach, who investigators allege leveraged his position to groom his victims, has been arrested. He reported the burglary nine days before his arrest, but failed to mention to police "the camera or videotapes which allegedly contained the incriminating footage."

I hope his arrest will eventually yield justice for his victims, and bring them safety and peace.

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