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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

This will break your heart


posted by bitchphd


Kudos to the young woman who made the video this news report discusses--but ho. lee. shit. Though as Tami says, this shouldn't be surprising at all:
If the black version of Barbie was so damned great, then the little white girls on the commercial would be playing with her, too.
I remember when Pseudonymous Kid was a baby, buying him a waldorf doll with a little baby that snapped onto the mommy dolls breast via a clever snap "nipple." I deliberately chose a doll with dark brown skin and dreds, in part because he already had a doll (that had been his father's as a child) that was a little blond-haired boy (being German and all). Later I found an absolutely gorgeous black doll in a used furniture store for $10--not a cuddly type doll, a display-type doll. Now, I am *not* a doll person, but this particular little girl was absolutely beautiful, so for $10 I bought it, took it home, examined it, found the name of the maker on one of the arms or a leg or something, looked it up, and found out it was a $400 doll.

So for a while PK had two black dolls and one white one. And of course no one ever said anything one way or the other about it, but I was definitely more "aware"--self-conscious about being self-conscious about it, if you know what I mean--that two of the dolls were black than I was of his having dolls at all (being a boy) or about the fact that the two black dolls were also little girls, and he was a boy. Crossing the race line was a much bigger deal, toy-wise, than crossing the gender one.

Those two dolls, by the way, were later sent by Mr. B. to his brother's daughter. Who is mixed-race. He didn't send the little boy doll, probably because that doll is "his" doll and he has an emotional attachment to it the way we all do to our very favorite kids toys, the ones we would never give away even to our most adored niece or nephew. But I, at least, would probably not have thought to send the dolls to my sister's youngest, who is white, even though PK himself never got into any of the dolls--he was (and is) a stuffed animal kid, like I was as a girl.

Now, I did resist sending the dolls to baby E., mostly because I kind of felt sentimental about them myself, but they tended to sit prettily on my dresser every once in a while when I cleaned between long stretches of sitting there under enormous piles of clothes. But I would be lying if I didn't say that aside from the "maybe she will like these dolls that are otherwise being mostly ignored" thought, the fact that she and the dolls were both "black" was a big part of why I agreed that he could send them.

So yeah. The video is absolutely horrifying. But those little girls and boys aren't thinking anything about their dolls that I don't think myself, even though none of us--watch the little girl at 1:30--wants to have to admit it.

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America's Next Top Pundit


posted by Sybil Vane
As you may have seen in our tweets yesterday, LeBlanc wants the bitches to participate in this WaPo contest to win a weekly column there. Below, you will find my first draft at an entry in a contest to be a part of the illustrious WaPo community

News of the recent penalties leveled against a Utah company that employs children [although, to be fair, they were 13-15 and I think we all know how a) we all like to think of humans this age as objects and b) how that makes it difficult to think any *actual* harm is being done to them] to work in its phone bank has me thinking. Specifically, it has me thinking, well, why shouldn’t they appeal? Partly, this is practical: what do they have a lot of in Utah? Mormons. What do Mormons have a lot of? Kids. What do we know about capitalism? It seizes the resources at hand. What do we know happens when the government tries to muddle around in that seizure? Unmitigated disaster, and an inefficiently administered one at that.

But then I started thinking of it more philosophically; specifically, I wondered, how about these child labor laws anyway? More exactly, how about we spend some time consider the labor children impose, rather than just he labor from which they should be protected. I’m not talking about the labor they usher into their parents’ lives – in case you’ve not heard, it’s the 21st century and we have a little thing called BIRTH CONTROL. Readily available in preschools even I hear. Please do not complain to me about how a child makes your life more labor intensive. Don’t want to wipe someone’s ass or help with homework, don’t have kids. Fin.

No, what I am thinking about it more how children impose labor onto the lives on non-parents. There are the obvious impositions – the waitress who has to clean up crushed French fries from the floor, the babysitter who has to babysit, the airplane passenger who has to actively squeeze her fingers into her ears – but there’s also the more insidious labor. That labor is made up of responsibilities shirked by parents in the name of the sacrosanct act of parenting (which, let’s be honest, almost always means going to a soccer game) that are then picked up by non-parents. The managing of someone else’s meeting when a parent has to stay home with a sick kid, the resignation to heading up late afternoon or evening tasks because someone has to get home to make dinner or attend a play, the rescheduling of early morning sessions because of parent-teacher conferences. You all know what I mean. That is LABOR and it is being redistributed from its rightful owners to non-breeders.

We can all agree that the answer is not forcing these parents to cut back on their “parenting” and pay more attention to work. Heaven knows we have more than our fair share of crummy parenting (read: mothering) already doing on in this country. But if we could get those *kids* to pick up the labor, well, doesn’t that kill two birds with one stone? Sure, these kids will only be able to handle menial tasks, they aren’t going to teach your economics seminar at 7pm, but still. Responsible and ecologically minded citizens will be assured that some other task (their laundry maybe? Cleaning the bathrooms? Or the freezer?) is being taken out of their hands, and the kids will get a MUCH needed kick in the pants lesson about responsibility and obligations to community.

So continue braving the way, Weston Wats Center, Inc., I say. Show us the way to a more progressive and balanced society, one where everyone’s work counts and is counted.

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Monday, September 28, 2009

why do i even HAVE cobloggers?


posted by bitchphd
Well, the NYC roundtable thingy was awesome and Tenured Radical is my new bff even though she hates children and mommies and I will blog more about that (the roundtable, not the mommy-hating, though maybe that too, who knows) later but right now I am still having coffee and thinking about unpacking. And my boyfriend served me coffee in the morning and took me to see a pre-release showing of the new Coen brothers movie, which is fucking awesome, people, and was his usual quiet urbane self and I was indulged most deliciously which I am a total sucker for, goddammit. And I had dinner with this fine lady, who is always most excellent company, and we talked about how we, too, not-so-sekritly hate children, at least sometimes. And I bought Pseudonymous Kid Pseudonymous Bosch's second book, If You're Reading This, It's Too Late, which I had originally bought the first one purely on the strength of the author's name, of course, but it turns out that the series is totally fun for clever kids who enjoy metafiction, so. And PK was all "ooh!" when I pulled it out of my suitcase. I think he was even more excited about the book than he was about the Mexican jumping beans I picked up during a brief plane change at the Phoenix airport. And the cats are glad I'm home and now I need more coffee and probably something solid to eat so I'ma hit "post" and if my cobloggers can't be bothered to feed you real content today this might be all you get because PK wants to make cookies.

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Friday, September 25, 2009

But we are the boss of you


posted by bitchphd
Hey, bitches: wish Ding a happy goddamn 40th birthday.

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You're not the boss of me


posted by bitchphd
Jesus christ, people, you think the comment thread about Sybil's bratty boys was annoying? Check out THIS shit. Woman tweets about having a miscarriage and gets blasted with "shame on you" bullshit from jillions of sf-important asshole strangers complaining that it's "gross" to talk about miscarriage (oh noes, your poor tender ears! Women bleed!), telling her how she should feel (really?!?), promoting ignorant and irritating anti-abortion nonsense, the works. ONE person responds to her having mentioned in the tweet that it takes three weeks to get an abortion in Wisconsin.

Said woman, being a righteous bitch, writes a fantastic "fuckally'all" blog post telling the masses to get a damn life. *Continues* to get comments scolding her for having the nerve to write about her own life and feelings.

Sometimes I want to go around slapping the shit out of people.

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Wow


posted by bitchphd
I haven't seen this mentioned anywhere but on Lawyers, Guns and Money:
Justice Sotomayor suggested the majority might have it all wrong -- and that instead the court should reconsider the 19th century rulings that first afforded corporations the same rights flesh-and-blood people have.

Judges "created corporations as persons, gave birth to corporations as persons," she said. "There could be an argument made that that was the court's error to start with...[imbuing] a creature of state law with human characteristics."

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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

40 things


posted by Delia Christina
So this is one of those rare posts where advice and suggestions are actively solicited.

I'm turning 40 on Saturday and folks have been asking if I've put together my list of 40 Things, yet. I confess, I have not. I have not decided on the bucket list of 40 memorable things I want to happen to me during my 40th year on earth.

I've been busy falling love and stuff. (So we can cross that one off.)

But I'm a lazy bitch when it comes to things like this; I need suggestions.

For those who can remember, when you hit 40, what did you do to mark the event?

(Or, for the bear cubs in the house, what'll it be?)

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Where are the parents?


posted by bitchphd
If you care about kids or culture, go here and watch all seven videos. It'll take you a couple hours. Bookmark it for this evening if you don't have time now. But if you value your blood pressure, don't read the comments.

And god help me, if we get one comment here about "parental responsibility" I will fucking put a boot in someone's ass.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Hot/Hate for Teacher


posted by Sybil Vane
My first-year Gen Ed service class is not a fun place to be. I know this is supposed to be something of a truism, everyone groans about the freshmen service classes, but historically, I have liked them. I like getting first crack at incoming students, I like the shiny newness of first year students. I don't really even mind teaching them how to write.

But none of that is really happening this semester. Nw school, new job, I'm clearly not yet in my rhythm, started the semester a little nervous in the classroom. I've brought a different version of me to the classroom, I'm sure. And these students are, well. They are not the students at my graduate institution. Or my students in my not-top-tier state school MA program. And it's taking me awhile to translate that into knowing how I have to prepare differently (this is, in name and content, a class I have taught no fewer than 5 times at my graduate institution). Adding to the problems is the fact that I have never in my life taught a class with such a range of skill-levels. There are some students who probably have no business in this class.

The class has the normal smattering of very bright students students who did the normal thing of talking a decent amount the first few days and then getting tired of being over-relied on, so who have now clammed up. They are, in this case, all women. It also has a smattering of total jackasses lounging in the back who are all men. And who really chap my ass. These are the boys who made a production several weeks ago of not knowing what to call me since they didn't know if I am married (I know I blogged that, but the blogger dashboard seems to have disappeared the link). They started the semester making smart-ass comments here and there that were at least vaguely pertinent so I let it go since, frankly, it kept the rest of the class awake. But this morphed into their talking amongst themselves while I spoke, sleeping, etc. So I started pausing in my lecture to say, "Shut the fuck up." or saying, "You're sleeping, you're absent. Just leave and stop distracting me." And so now they've taken to just sulking in the back throughout class. And the class has, overall, taken on the tone of an overly disciplined swamp of reluctance and hesitation. It's irritating beyond belief.

So today I ran into two of the classes smartest women and started talking with them about how much I want to hear more from them in class. They knew, and confessed their unwillingness to dominate class discussion (not something a male student has *ever* worried to me about, but which at least 5 female students have said to me). They said they worried that it would make the class atmosphere even worse if they same few people kept talking. I explained that I understood, but that I do think it's more effective for students to know that their peers are smart than to know that their professor is smart. And that, frankly, their contributing more would just make my life more pleasant.

They both acknowledged that the atmosphere was difficult and when I murmured something about not quite having a handle on how that happened, one of them offered her explanation:

"Oh, well, all those guys in the back, they really hate you because you're so pretty. I hear them talking about it ALL THE TIME."

Instead of vomiting, and with full awareness that I wanted NOTHING to do with a conversation about how my students discuss me when I'm not around, I said, "Listen, I don't want to know anything about that, but will say that when you hear that sort of thing, pay attention and think about how you're going to deal with that shit as a professional. Or, like, anywhere/everywhere."

So, yea. My male jackass students "hate me because I'm so pretty" because:

A) They can't stand the experience of an attractive woman in a power position (e.g. "Who does that bitch think she is?")
B) Attractive women can be sexualized objects, not speaking subjects (e.g. "You look so much cuter with something in your mouth.")
C) Finding me attractive has nothing to do with it, they hate me because they hate women (e.g. "Bros before hos")
D) All of the above (e.g.)

It's too easy, right?

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Scenes from a Feminist Wedding, Pt. 1


posted by Silvana
Me: Look, I'm just worried that if I actually start investing energy in this thing, I'm going to suddenly become a Bridezilla.
Dude: That's ridiculous.
Me: Why?
Dude: Look, you need to listen to me.
Me: Okay.
Dude: Are you listening?
Me: Yes.
Dude: How about now?
Me: Stop being annoying.
Dude: I could do this all night.
Me: Seriously, get on with it.
Dude: You don't need to worry about becoming a Bridezilla. Because that's not you, that's not me, and that's not what's going to happen. If you're going to worry about anything, you should worry that we're going to be lazy and it's gonna be two weeks before the thing and we'll be buying a sheet cake from Costco.
Me: I like sheet cake!
Dude: You just proved my point.
Me: I don't want to have a fancy cake. People spend hundreds of dollars on cakes. That's fucking stupid. I say, $50, tops.
Dude: I don't know that I'm ready to set a cake budget just yet. We should have a rad cake!
Me: I don't give a shit about cake. Well, I don't care how it looks. It should taste good.
Dude: I want a cake that looks cool.
Me: Well, I hereby delegate all cake-related decisions to you, now and forever.
Dude: Fine.
Me: Did I already tell you my idea for the ceremony, about how I want you to be the climax?
Dude: You mean how you want me to enter last? Yes, you did.
Me: I'm serious about that!
Dude: Why do I have to be the climax? I want you to be the climax!
Me: Why? Why should I be the climax and not you? It's just as arbitrary. Except my way subverts the patriarchy.
Dude: I want to see you coming down the aisle to me.
Me: Well, I want to see you coming to me!
Dude: Look, there are plenty of reasons why you should be the climax.
Me: Name them.
Dude: 1) You're more beautiful.
Me: Wrong.
Dude: 2) You're sexier.
Me: What?!
Dude: 3) You're more beloved.
Me: Now that's total bullshit.
Dude: No it's not!
Me: First of all, to say I'm more beautiful, well that's your opinion and I think it's unsubstantiated. Second of all, I'm sexier? I don't know how you would even measure that. I mean, how could I be sexier? Maybe if you think women are the sex class, then yeah, I'm sexier.
Dude: You're the sex class of my heart.
Me: And to say I'm more beloved? Well that's just objectively false. I mean, if either of us are more beloved, it's obviously you.
Dude: Fine. But come on, "sex class of my heart" was funny.
Me: Yes, that was funny.
Dude: You should tweet that.

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Monday, September 21, 2009

Trigger Warning


posted by Silvana
I don't think I've ever issued a trigger warning before. Not on this blog, not on any of the other blogs I've written for. I am uncomfortable with them for a whole host of reasons, some of which I am sure will piss people off immensely. The primary one is that when I read feminist blogs where post after post is tagged with a trigger warning, it gives me the impression that the proprietors think survivors of sexual assault are so delicate as to need to be warned about any potential violent narrative that is upcoming. As if they don't already know that a post titled "Area Man rapes seventeen women" or whatever is going to be really goddamn upsetting. In general, I prefer to make the subject matter clear in the post title or in the first line, and trust people to make the decision that's right for them as to whether to read, rather than foreground what amounts to IF YOU HAVE BEEN RAPED MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T READ THIS.

Which I don't like.

All this is to say that given my position, it's telling that I feel very uncomfortable, today, for the very first time, posting what I'm about to post without some kind of warning. So here it is: this post contains things that are racist, sexist, misogynist, ablist, and violent.

But I feel the need to post a trigger warning because I was actually triggered by something I saw on Saturday night. Alas, the world doesn't give you trigger warnings. Blogs do. I suppose sometimes movies do, because at least they're rated and there's an explanation given for the rating (Language, Sexual Violence). But walking down the street? There's no trigger warning for that.

On Saturday night I went to see The Informant! with friends. It was delightful. We had pizza afterward. I could have had them give me a ride home but I was feeling energetic and liked the idea of taking the train home late, something I rarely do, and people-watching. It was fascinating. A whole different crowd from the people I usually see on the train during my daily commute. And I was fine. But when I got off at my stop and was walking down the stairwell something caught my eye.

It was one of those "HELLO MY NAME IS" name-tag stickers, slapped on the wall. In the blank space on the sticker, someone had written in bold black Sharpie, in all capital letters:

RAPE NIGGER GIRLS

I stood there, three steps from the bottom. My first instinct was to get out my phone and take a picture, because, what the fuck? I looked up and saw some other people coming down the stairs, and I froze. I can't have these people see me take a picture of this. I don't want to draw their attention, to me, or to it. Should I rip it off the wall? Should I talk to the station attendant? Should I call the CTA? Should I fall to my knees and weep?

The people, two men and a woman, were coming closer, halfway down the stairs now. I looked closer. Underneath those three words was a cartoonish drawing of a face, head tipped back, with tears sprouting upwards from the eyes like in Looney Tunes. I gagged. I pushed through the turnstile and walked home. I did nothing.

My neighborhood is a diverse one. I thought, what if some 10-year-old black girl sees that? What if any black woman sees that? What if white men see that? What will they all think? Will they be able to just walk on by? Will my hypothetical young black woman feel a punch in the gut like the one I felt, only 10,000 times worse? What would possess someone to write that? What would possess someone to gleefully draw that picture? Ahead of time? Carefully place it on the wall in the train station, right near the bottom, right where people are turning to go around a corner, right in eyesight?

I feel sick.

I can't think about it anymore.

Then, this morning, I arrive at work and click through my google reader, blog after blog, blah blah blah. News. And I see this.

Apparently, invocations to commit violence against women aren't just being slapped on the walls of CTA stations on nametag stickers by wayward white supremacist graffiti artists. No, also they are on the FUCK MOTHERFUCKING FUCK sides of buses. Two hundred and fifty of them.

DEAF GIRLS CAN'T HEAR YOU COMING

I feel sick.

BLIND GIRLS CAN'T SEE YOU COMING

I want to throw up and collapse to the ground and I'm weak in the knees and I can't breathe and I'm having trouble writing this because I just want to pound on the keyboard saying FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. Sorry, the CTA says. These ads weren't approved. We will take them down. And I haven't even heard about this until today even though I read every single fucking thing on the internet and this happened LAST WEEK because it's just, you know, incredibly banal. Oh, look, someone is offended by something? Oops! And what about my clients? What about these young black deaf women who are treated like shit at every turn, their bodies appropriated and mangled and taken over by the state, the Department of Children and Family Services Department of Public Health Department of Healthcare and Family Services Women Infants and Children Department of Human Services Social Security Administration Cook County State's Attorney Illinois Department of Corrections United States Department of Justice.

Fuck.

Because when I see DEAF GIRLS CAN'T HEAR YOU COMING what I see is RAPE DEAF GIRLS.

Because I am not an idiot and I have literally seen the writing on the wall and I know what it means.

And then, I think to myself, well at least the Chicago Tribune was on the case, at least they came out strong and hard, and these horrific ads will go away before they reach the eyes of every deaf girl in the city, who by the way use public transit a lot because guess what? They're poor. Thank you Chicago Tribune.

Except not, because right here at the end of their editorial about the ads is this beautiful nugget, which says of the advertising campaign: "It's no more or less offensive than Chelsea Handler's "My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands," which was also a best seller."

Wait, what? You mean this book? A woman writing about her sex life, full of bizarre, interesting, sometimes funny, and uniformly CONSENSUAL experiences? The ad campaign that exhorts its male consumers to rape women with disabilities? That's as offensive as a woman writing a humorous romp about consensual sex.

It's BED-AND-TELL? That's the problem?

I feel so triggered I want to fucking punch someone. Trigger Warning.

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Friday, September 18, 2009

Bleg for a feminist web developer


posted by bitchphd
40 days for choice was started, I am pleased to report, by a reader in response to the anti-abortion 40 days for life campaign, which begins next week. If you have web skills and are interested in helping out, they really need someone to help them put together a "sponsor a picketer" page--email la4choice@gmail.com if you're willing to help (pro bono--this is pretty much two women working their asses off here).

If you're not a web developer but are pro-choice and interested, read on.
Dear Friends,

On May 31st of this year, abortion provider Dr. George Tiller was shot to death in his church. His murderer has told the AP that he knows there are "many other similar events planned around the country as long as abortion remains legal."

Now, on the heels of this tragedy, Operation Rescue is mobilizing for what they boast will be "the largest, most widespread coordinated pro-life outreach ever." From September 23rd through November 1st, anti-choice activists will descend upon women's health clinics nationwide for a campaign of harassment and obstruction.

We need to organize quickly to protect the clinics and the staff who work for women's health care, as well as the patients who need treatment. To that end, we are compiling a national list of actions planned to counter this anti-choice campaign and need your help. Here's what you can do:


1. If you are on Facebook, join the 40 Days for CHOICE group and invite your friends.

2. Please review the list of targeted clinics. If your local clinic is on the list, call them. Ask how you can help. Remember that they are busy serving women's health care needs every day, and be ready to organize something independently if they do not have anything planned. Please post any questions to the group, or e-mail us at la4choice@gmail.com for organization help or ideas.

3. Post or email us with information about clinic defense and counter-demonstrations in your area so we can add it to the national list.

4. Show up! If each of us passes this information along to every pro-choice person we know, spends 15 minutes reaching out to our local clinic, especially if it's on the targeted list, and participates in clinic defense in whatever way we can, it will have a huge impact on this attack on every woman's right to safe and legal abortion.

In Los Angeles, a counter-protest is being organized - e-mail la4choice@gmail.com for details. Please pass along this email and keep passing it along until November 1, 2009.

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Recycled Content Fridays: Al-Hurra


posted by Silvana
Other bloggers do it, don't they? But this is even better, because I'm going to use content you probably haven't actually seen before. Via Matthew Yglesias' Twitter, I find this Washington Post commentary which briefly notes that Tom Dine, director of AIPAC, is lobbying for American-owned Arabic-language media outfit Al-Hurra. Al-Hurra launched in 2004, designed to be an antidote to the propagandistic Al-Jazeera, which I'm sure you've all heard of by now and which no one had heard of in 2001. I wrote about Al-Hurra and Al-Jazeera for a long-defunct blog, back in early 2005, and when I read the WaPo piece I managed to go back and find what I'd written. As it turns out, it's actually pretty good, so I thought I'd give you a taste for what I was writing back when I was still a tadpole law student. These days, Al-Hurra is even more of a joke than it was then, as aptly demonstrated by Dine's lobbying gig.

(Note: the article that I refer to in the first sentence was about how Al-Hurra is broadcast in Fus'ha, commonly known as "classical Arabic," a language that is used in the Qur'an, newspapers, and books. An overwhelming number of people throughout the Arab world do not understand it because they are literate or barely literate. I thought TNR's archives were supposed to have been fixed, but I can't find the article anywhere. It was called "The Language Barrier," was about Al-Hurra, and was written in the first couple months of 2005. If anyone can figure out how to find it, I'll add a link and give you a pony. And I don't know who wrote it, sorry.)
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A very interesting article from The New Republic on language in the Arab World: The Language Barrier.

Pan-Arabism is something of a myth whose perpetuation is encouraged mainly by the incentive of the ease it affords us. The programmers of Al-Hurra (which, I believe, means “the free;” wow, what originality) think that their American brand of “freedom TV” is going to somehow convince Arabs across the region that democracy is a good thing and that everything Al-Jazeera says is a lie. (side note: “jazeera,” or, as we Egyptians would say, “gezira,” means “island,” making the warring television factions equivalent to “no man is an island!” “yes, he is!").

As TNR points out, there’s a serious language problem here. But this problem affects both Al-Jazeera and Al-Hurra, a fact which TNR failed to mention. Al-Jazeera’s programming is also conducted entirely in Fus’ha, making it just as ineffective as Al-Hurra’s. The main problem that both networks face is that each of their slants is so obviously propagandistic that only the most uneducated and easily influenced viewers would be convinced by their rhetoric. Trouble is, these uneducated and easily influenced viewers can’t understand what the hell either network is saying. Over Christmas, my sister and I would flip back and forth between the two channels, with my dad translating (our Fus’ha is even worse than your average Egyptian), laughing at the absurdity of the programming. I remember one particular segment on Al-Hurra detailing how great the lives of the Iraqi people were since the US’ occupation, in which a man interviewed declared happily "now I have money to buy a computer!"

My point is that you can’t fight the effects of one ridiculous channel in a language few can understand with another ridiculous channel in a language few can understand. If the producers behind Al-Hurra had conceived of separate channels, perhaps with only prime-time programming, in several colloquial dialects with reporting that at least pretended to be relatively slant-free, maybe then they’d have a chance. As it stands, both people who support the United States and people who don’t, think the channel is contrived propaganda of the most worthless order. I hate to malign Al-Hurra, as I happen to have a friend that works for them, but with the US' reputation for journalistic ethics (set aside our media complaints for now and compare our mainstream media to that of, say, Jordan or Egypt, and it looks pretty damn good), you’d think we could come up with something a little better.

This brings me to the other problem with this Pan-Arabist approach to propaganda through "information." If you want democracy to appeal to Arabs across the region, not only is using a single language not going to work, neither is using a single approach. You can't reach out to radically different people with a lone rhetoric. That's the main problem with the current American conception of the Arab world, which is as a homogenous cultural entity united in some common evil goal to destroy America and Christianity. It’s simply not the case. I was reading the Daily Show book last night, which in its "Middle East" section, as a classroom activity, had the following instruction: "match up each country [on the left] with its sworn enemy [on the right]." The list on the left had 20-some-odd Arab nations, the list on the right had a lone member: Israel. Thinking about this today, I think that this is pretty much the only thing that unites the Arab world into an entity (other than Islam, of course, which is not as definitive a uniting factor, in my opinion). Trying to make democracy look good in a 30-minute program that will appeal to, say, Egyptians, Iraqis, and Saudis in the same way is nearly impossible. These groups are more different from eachother culturally than one might think; even though they all practice Islam, Egyptians revile Saudi Arabia’s opressive theocracy and medieval practices (cf. hand-chopping, women not being able to drive, etc), and Iraqis and Egyptians aren’t too happy with eachother on religion cause of, you know, that whole Sunni/Shiite thing. I'm not quite sure how Saudis and Iraqis feel about eachother, but I imagine it's not much more favorably.

So, at long last, here’s my point (I know I said I was getting to it two paragraphs ago, but that was a fake-out). Whatever extent to which Arab nations identify with one another is mainly due to the presence of Israel and other perceived threats to the Arab world as a whole (such as, oh, I dunno, the US), rather than some set of intrinsic cultural values and characteristics. One of the few appeals (at least to Egyptians, I can’t speak for the rest of the Arab world) of American-style democracy is the free flow of information from responsible and fair media sources. Trying to sell democracy using such obviously propagandistic tactics is selling ourselves short. You can’t fight fire with fire.
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UPDATE: 9/21/09 One of our commenters, The Chemist, has posted a reply which picks apart what I've written very well. I'm promoting it to the front page and noting that, on reflection, I agree with most of it and the original post I wrote was probably crap.

"I disagree on three major points which effectively render the article an exercise in pointless meandering. I'm going to tie one hand behind my back and assume that the article is correct (despite making no effort to affirm this by statistic or relevant expert) in assuming such large proportions of Arabs don't understand fus'ha and that it's a problematic standard.

The first point in the article that I begin having serious issues with is the assertion that Al-Jazeera is equally propagandist when compared to Al-Hurra. Al-Jazeerah is nowhere near that brand of slanted, and most of its reporters take the time and effort to look over issues thoroughly. There are biases, though they tend to be specific towards the individual reporters, and there is a universal (probably unwritten) editorial rule that restricts direct criticism of Arab sovereigns and leaders. Self-censorship is not the same as propaganda. NOT that this light touch has stopped various governments from trying to exert pressure on the network, and has motivated serious talk about the launching of new independent Qatari satellite, because right now your television programming considerations are limited by either Arabsat or Nilesat, run by the Saudis and the Egyptians respectively.

Al-Hurra, by contrast, is an imperialistic endeavor that has no designs on being impartial or providing information without a filter. The creation of the network was motivated by militaristic and strategic considerations, even if it fails at the realpolitik level. Whatever criticism a person may have about Al-Jazeerah, there is no way a reasonable person should be comparing the two networks in equivalent terms. Not even by the bullshit standard of "equal time" that most American mainstream news networks have adopted.

This article also ignores a secondary dynamic that I'm a little shocked at. It implies that uneducated people don't care about the news, and don't spend any time acquiring information, or even that they ignore the new broadcasts entirely. Fus'ha is not a different language completely and one can get the gist of things with pictures often speaking louder than words. Note that Arab news networks do not possess the same level of squeamishness as their American counterparts. If it bleeds, it leads in a big way. You don't watch bodies get dragged to ambulances without at least being inculcated with the desire to know what happened.

So who fills the information gap?(Assuming it exists and is as large as the article implies) Mostly friends and relatives it would seem. Some people like to scare themselves by imagining the Friday pulpit does all the talking, but the fact is that in most Arab countries there is serious censorship and most imams can't say what they want- and most people are keenly aware of this as well. (Yet even these imams speak in high fus'ha, so I don't know why I brought it up. Unless the initial assertion of the article is pure bullshit.)

Another issue I have is that the article states fus'ha and Qur'an are identical modes of language. I was raised in a religious family and I was memorizing vast segments of it when I was five. I can tell you that comparing fus'ha to Qur'an is like comparing Orwell to Shakespeare. I have a copy of the Quran that uses notes in the margins to explain in fus'ha what the more archaic expressions and verses mean.

I've often heard this myth: That Qur'an and fus'ha are one and the same. That's nonsense. Let's face it, most Arabs don't know what a bikir is whether or not they're educated. It's a baby camel of a specific age range (which I can't remember), that is big enough to ride. This is the same as most English speakers not knowing what the Shakespearean meaning of apostrophe is. It means to speak to someone who is absent, or to an object as if it's a person. (Of course, it would seem too many English speakers don't know how to use apostrophes but that's a different story.)

This article fails on many, many levels. The only cogent and important point it makes is that Pan-Arabism is not a sufficient mentality when evaluating the Arab world. When taking a closer look though, nothing the person is saying really justifies that point of view, however valid it may be.

For people who want to learn more about Al-Jazeerah, I might recommend the book Al-Jazeera: The Story of the Network that is Rattling Governments and Redefining Modern Journalism by Mohammed el-Nawawy, who is the Senior editor of the Journal of Middle East Media, and someone who actually understands journalism in the Middle East."

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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Bitch


posted by bitchphd
Fuck Dooce. She's come up with an idea that is brilliant and that I am too lazy to copy. Fucking bitch. I love her.

P.S. Why is it that reading other people's hate mail is even more entertaining than reading my own?

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America's Sweetheart


posted by Silvana
Over the last six months or so, I have seen some mainstream white dude bloggers get a lot more insightful about racism than they previously were. Chief among the pack is Matthew Yglesias, who consistently debunks the idea that people being falsely accused of racism is a problem we need to worry about. So blogging's white dude sweetheart is doing okay.

Insofar as this country has a sweetheart in mainstream journalism who's a dude, it's Matt Lauer. And what did the fine, sweet, goofy, delightful Mr. Lauer ask his distinguished guest, author Michael Dyson this morning?
Lauer: Michael, I don't know which is worse. Is it worse if some of this opposition to President Obama is fueled by outright racism, or is it worse if some liberals, in an attempt to defend President Obama and his plans, invoke the charge of racism to discredit the critics?
Really? You don't know whether it's worse to be racist, or to call someone a racist?

It takes a very strong and dignified sort of person of an oppressed class to respond calmly to a question like that. I, for one, know I wouldn't be able to. Is it worse, young lady, if we put you down, make racially loaded jokes, imply that rape is funny, tell you you must be stupid when you don't laugh, downplay your abilities, describe you as a "credit to your race" when you succeed and a slur when you don't, tease you, beat you, exclude you, fire you, pay you less when we don't fire you, say that if you're poor it's your own fault, say that if you're not poor it's because of affirmative action and you don't deserve it, say that you're stupid, lazy, weak, confused, interrupt you when you speak, appropriate your ideas as our own and forget you exist, laugh at you when you dare you point out what we've done?

Is it worse to do all that, or for someone to speak up, at long last, and say, my god, this isn't right?

Gee, I just don't know.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Links from various people I like


posted by bitchphd
None of whom are credited here, because after having gone through these (and other links I'm not sharing because my interest in them was either entirely idiosyncratic or else they weren't as interesting as I'd hoped) I've completely forgotten who initially alerted me to them and am too damn lazy to comb through my browsing history and figure it out. SUE ME.

1. Crystal Lee Sutton, better known as "Norma Rae," dead at 68 of cancer. Oh, by the way, her insurance company delayed her treatment for two months while they decided whether or not they'd deign to cover it. Even in death, she's still part woman, part symbol. RIP.

2. Really nice blog post about Agee and Evans's Let Us Now Praise Famous Men, which I have owned for years but not yet gotten around to reading. My curiosity is newly piqued, though, after reading this post (which also has some nice links to photos you probably haven't seen). Maybe yours will be, too.

3. Why the California GOP refused to allow a vote to fund domestic violence shelters. Two important facts behind the story: all funding for shelters was cut in the most recent budget battle; the primary reason they refused to let this (and nineteen other) bills come to the floor was because they're holding them hostage in order to force Dems to agree not to support state funding to help poor people prepare their tax returns.

4. Some cute illustrations about the problem of sleep. Especially if you have kids. Or mosquitoes.

5. Why jazz music rocks. Some technical music-talk here which I'll have to re-read more carefully, what with not being a musician and all. Also an awesome fucking version of Ko-ko.

6. Charlie Diradour, who is running against Cantor for one of VA's seats in the House of Representatives, begins his campaign with an ad linking decency, patriotism, and anti-Washington sentiment. It's an intriguing and appealing approach (though I confess the anti-Washington stuff strikes me as kinda canned and regrettable; then again, I'm not the target audience). I will be really interested if this approach, which to me sounds like a continuation of the Obama campaign's tone--appealing to our better instincts rather than our baser ones--works. I hope so. It would be fucking awesome if American political discourse began successfully using the language of reasonable adults.

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What were they thinking?


posted by bitchphd
Tenured Radical, who I am going to meet next week, offers an exceedingly thoughtful post about last Saturday's protesters in D.C.

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Monday, September 14, 2009

Culture Wars


posted by Sybil Vane
2 stories and a link.

Read Bérubé's piece in The Chronicle about the (non)impact of Cultural Studies, as a discipline.

Has cultural studies made the American university a more egalitarian or progressive institution? Those seem to me to be useful questions to ask, and one useful way of answering them is to say, sadly, no. Cultural studies hasn't had much of an impact at all.

Let me tell you - they sure as shit haven't had any impact on the environments in which I'm raising my kid either.

Last week, she had her first dental cleaning. Hunky dory, all goes well (although my attempts to suss out the dentist for a reaction to my recently developed position on orthodontics as abusive cosmetic surgery were unsuccessful), fun and games, etc, until she gets to pick out her two toys at the end of the visit. She rummages through the box awhile and selects a lizard happily, then goes back to rummaging. At which point the hygienist says, "Well, ok dear, but you had best pick a girl toy next time." I could've decked her. And the kid, who may not care about such things but certainly knows what they mean, picks a dumb pencil with a fluffball top. And she asks me, "What do you do with it?" and the hygienist says, "Well, you write with it of course!" And I say, "Listen, someone may write with it, but you don't because I don't have a bloody clue how we would go about sharpening it, save my getting out a steak knife and whittling it. Go ahead and assume it's a magic wand." May as well be a fluff-topped abacus.

In the second place. I was going to overlook the fact that she came home from her secular Montessori school the other day carrying a colored picture of Pope Gregory. Because, ok, maybe there is some papal history lesson going on. Or the local church donated some workbooks. Whatever, Pope Gregory is hardly seductive. But then tonight at dinner she announced that she wanted to say her new blessing that they sing "over snack." And proceeded to sing some song about thanking GOD our FATHER for all HIS BLESSINGS and AMEN and I don't know what else, I may have blacked out.

So now am I going to be the new mom in town who politely if severely asks about wtf is going on there? Probably, but man I really don't feel like it. And I have to go back to the sexist hygienist to get my teeth scraped next week.

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Sunday, September 13, 2009

"Jaws" ain't shit


posted by bitchphd
Fuck all the news about the teabaggers and healthcare and Joe Wilson and whatever other crap is going on. I want an answer to a simple question.

Why the fuck do "conservatives" object to government regulation and enforcement?

Seriously. I can't believe that there is anyone out there, not even Grover Norquist (get thee behind me, Satan), who honestly believes that the profits of coal companies are more important than making sure that people don't have to bathe their children in water that they *know* is poisoning them.

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Friday, September 11, 2009

The Stakes


posted by Sybil Vane
While the anti-choicers get to work trying to drum up a holy war in the fight for women's bodies, don't be distracted into thinking we all need to step back a bit and see the forest for the trees.

Because these are the trees. A young woman being prosecuted because she induced her own abortion at home. Who had to go into hiding while awaiting trial because her home was firebombed.

Also don't forget to remember that these people are crazy.

As part of the memorial, each cross will contain a "certificate of spiritual adoption" — a pink or blue certificate that symbolizes a life lost to abortion. For a $5 donation, supporters can add their name to a certificate, choose a baby name and pledge to pray for the being's soul. Each certificate is then rolled up and slid into a cross.

"Choose a baby name?" For $5? How dare you think you have the right. How dare you.

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Memorare


posted by taddyporter

Requiem æternam dona eis,
Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
If this were the day of wrath, dies irae, I would add, bring me bin Laden's head packed in salt.
But this is not the day of wrath.
This is the day of mourning.

in the weeds


posted by Delia Christina
I am a Bruin from the early 90s. I went to UCLA at the apotheosis of Derrida, the battles for ethnic studies, Bloomian debates about the value of multiculturalism, the identity wars, the canon wars, and the LA Riots/Uprising. This mini-biography informs my subject position.

Two events stood out for me during that time: my introduction to semiotics and becoming a AAP tutor for first generation students of color. (If there are old Bruins of color out there from the 90s, give a shout out if you were AAP, too.) The two events stand out because they reinforced each other.

I remember reading some text, about Saussure, explaining the signifier, the signified, the sign and how it could be a lens through which to create meaning, or interpret meaning, in the world; it was like that moment in The Matrix, when Neo could finally see the code running behind everything. The concept of systems of meaning, of 'hidden' ideologies and values fascinated me. It was glorious play to break down the semiotic system of the Western (the genre), for instance; or to disassemble the semiotic system of a Vogue magazine.

Lay over this a growing gendered and racial politicization through hanging out with feminist and proud brown undergrad and grad student tutors in AAP (who could even politicize math) and suddenly my way of looking at the world changed.

Like Paul on the Damascus road, my scales had fallen away.

There are no accidents, my reading taught me. There is no 'But, it's just a monkey!' Because the chain of signification doesn't end with the word or image 'monkey.' Every piece of the sign has its own signifier and signified, and these bits have cultural histories and meanings of their own. The words and images are fraught with ideological, culturally hegemonic meaning; for something to be without value or meaning, its conception would need never to happen.

It is sheer mental laziness that people cannot ask simple critical questions about what is going on around them:
What does this mean (both literally and ideologically?)
Where is this coming from?
What is the value system manifested by this event/image/language, etc.?
Where do I meet these values?
Where do these values come from? (what is the context?)
Who wants me to agree with these values and meanings?
Who benefits from my agreement?
Who doesn't?

From my Tweets, you can probably tell I've been taking a look at the Van Jones resignation and the rhetoric that led to his resignation.

What does this resignation mean? It means several things. It means that we lost an important policy maker and progressive on the frontline of green economies and policy; it means that it will be that much harder to bring green economic empowerment to urban (i.e., of color) communities; it means that, once again, a smart man was brought low (however temporarily) by mediocre minds beneath him.

From the opposing side, it means that the Big Black Buck stereotype works.
It also means that the progressive movement is wearing a target on its front.

Where did this come from? It came from Glenn Beck who has lost all his major advertising sponsors because of the petition campaign waged by ColorofChange (of which Jones was a founder) in protest to his white supremacist remarks about President Obama. He, and other conservative hosts, drew a target on Jones and went for it.

What is being valued? In the action against Jones, racial stereotypes, racialized anxiety about communists and militants and 'un-American' behavior is in play. In the larger political drama, the values of the status quo are firmly supported.

Where do I meet these values? They bother me, deeply. Beck's campaign was as big an example of race-baiting that I've ever seen.

(Let's pause here: what distinguishes the campaign that ColorofChange launched against Beck and the one Beck ran against Jones? Ideological honesty. ColorofChange is an anti-racism and racial justice organization; Beck's language was identified as supporting white supremacist ideology and they petitioned sponsors to distance themselves. Were Beck's words white supremacist? Yes. In contrast, Beck's campaign was fabricated out of whole cloth - both the rationale for it and the claims made in it. Would he admit his attack was racially motivated? No. But it is, because no other explanation has merit.)

Where do these values come from? They come from long-standing white supremacist history and practice of demonizing people of color who threaten the perceived status quo or current power structure.

Who wants me to agree with these values? The side Beck fights for. Those whose interests would not be met by a green economy benefitting, and including, poor communities and communities of color. Those whose interests would not be met by a successful Obama administration.

Who benefits from my agreement? The side Beck fights for. Those whose interests would not be met by a green economy benefitting poor communities and communities of color. Those who have an interest in a failed Obama administration.

Who doesn't? Those outside the power structure Beck supports. (I.e., the rest of us)

Systems are systems. But they aren't impersonal systems. They come from us and we, whether we're talking about race or gender or sexuality or class, have a choice to support the system, to critique the system and/or to dismantle it. (If that's even possible.)

The Van Jones action, and others planned by men like Dobbs (who can't get enough of the nativists), Beck and Limbaugh, has made me look closely at the continuing activities of the GOP and their operators against this administration. Even the outrageous outburst by Joe Wilson (who has a disturbing background of his own) makes me look aslant at the real value system running beneath the GOP these days.

Do they really want to become (in the words of Tim Wise) the Afrikaner party of the United States? Do they want that? Do they really want to hang a sign on this country that says 'For Whites Only'?

Because if that's what they really want, I think we need to call it what it is.

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Thursday, September 10, 2009

Hell yeah


posted by bitchphd

First ruling based on Ledbetter Fair Pay Act.
Mary Lou Mikula managed the police grants budget for Allegheny County, Pennsylvania. She was paid several thousand dollars less than a male manager with whom she shared many responsibilities from her date of hire and continued to be paid less despite her repeated requests for a pay increase. In an initial panel opinion, the Third Circuit held that her Title VII claim was not filed in a timely manner despite the passage of the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act. NWLC filed a petition for rehearing in April, and the court’s decision today makes clear that each discriminatory paycheck renews the time period for filing a Title VII claim.

“Today’s decision shows that laws matter."

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News? What news?


posted by bitchphd
Dear WaPo: the point isn't that it was rude. The point is that it was wrong.

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Make my dinner


posted by Silvana
We haven't had a food post in a while, have we? It's because you all SHAMED ME INTO SILENCE, assholes.

I stopped by the farmers' (farmer's?) market on my way to work today. Having no agenda and no grand plan, I picked up a hodge-podge of things that looked tasty to me at that very moment. Now I have to figure out what to do with the stuff! Suggestions! Recipes! Have at it in the comments! I'm not averse to buying some more ingredients, but would like to not go too overboard here, people.

I got:
- Sicilian eggplants, 2 (these guys)
- Heirloom sweet corn, 2 ears
- Yellow cipollini onions, a pound or so
- Sweet potatoes, the narrow spindly ones, a pound or so

Other things in my fridge I would like to use if possible:
- Goat cheese
- Bacon
- Beer (Guinness)

My kitchen is generally stocked with most spices imaginable, no fresh herbs (although they can be obtained), and a rather wide variety of beans and pastas.

Proceed! The person whose recipe I use wins a prize! Or something! Maybe a picture of my boobs.

Not really.

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Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Videorama


posted by bitchphd
Robert Reich explains, clearly and briefly, what a "public option" is, why it matters, and what to do to try to save it. Forward away.

Did your kid fail to be indoctrinated yesterday because her or his teacher had other things on the lesson plan? No worries! Here's Obama's speech. (video and text)

As a reward for being indoctrinated, you can then show your kids this fun video about science. No, really. Pseudonymous Kid has been watching it non-stop since yesterday evening. At bedtime he declared that he hated me and wished me dead because I wouldn't let him keep watching. It's *that* good.



Today, as it happens, is no-cat day on the internets. Here, then, are some pictures of PK's mice.









Squeaky, in the foreground, is nearly 3 years old. We call her the immortal mouse. Also/or the Methuselah mouse, in honor of this fabulous series (very good fantasy for kids; a fairly picky adult fantasy-reader friend of mine says it's pretty good for grownups, too). In the background is Star. You can see where she got her name.



Squeaky again. The other mouse is named Chiaroscuro, after a character in this book, which probably doesn't need my recommendation. (If you don't know it, though, trust me: awesome.) Zebra, who is also black and white (like Chiaroscuro, only more black than white) didn't make it into the frame on this photoshoot.

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Systems, not people


posted by Silvana
One of the things a feminist has to constantly contend with is the accusation that she hates or dislikes men. I've been fortunate enough not to have to field many of these complaints, but that's probably because I spend most of my time around like-minded people. Any time there is an allegation that a particular cultural artifact is sexist or misogynist, a sharp and hot-burning defensiveness comes to the fore: I am not a sexist. I am not an oppressor of women. I, me, my friends, my family, my colleagues, my co-workers, my frat buddies, my children, my parents, my mentors—are not bad people.

And I always want to say: it's not about you. It's about the system in which you a willing and/or unwilling participant (usually both, in different ways).

Last month, Sheryl WuDunn and Nicholas Kristof published a piece in the New York Times called "The Women's Crusade," which is an excerpt from their forthcoming book on the worldwide oppression of women, Half the Sky. If you haven't read the piece by now, you surely must. It does two primary things. First, it catalogues the myriad ways, from the banal to the terrifying, that women are given short shrift, violated, hurt and killed throughout the world. Second, it makes the case for ending the oppression of women, not just as a moral good but as an economic and developmental good for the world's developing nations.

It's a beautiful and horrifying piece of journalism, and I am truly awed by the scope of their work. But as Melissa McEwan noted in an excellent piece analyzing the Times article, there's just a little something missing.
Inflicted by whom?
The injustices perpetrated by whom?
Marginalized by whom?
Takes place at the hands of whom?
Missing because of whom?

It's just the most amazing thing that the jack-booted enforcers of the patriarchy can't stop demanding, "What about the men?" in every feminist thread on the planet, but when there's actually a place in which it is not only appropriate and useful, but necessary to ask and answer the question, "What about the men?" there's a yawning cavern of silence.
I sincerely hope that the book from which the Times article is an excerpt does more to explain how it is that the world's women come to be so poor, downtrodden, disenfranchised, abused, and, ultimately, dead. Because the upshot of the article is "give women money." I don't disagree with the principle that putting development aid directly in the hands of poor people, specifically women, rather that in the governments that keep those poor people under their iron boots, is more likely to work. But the article simply elides the mechanisms by which women got to be the way they are. And because of its focus on developing nations, it gives the impression that we seem to have figured these things out in the west. And hoo boy, we haven't. Especially not here.

That brings us to this piece by Edwin Okong'o which criticizes the WuDunn/Kristof piece for painting an unfair and unrepresentative picture of the developing world as being full of monsters who do nothing but do harm to women and get drunk. Sometimes both. Okong'o gets it so very right, and at the same time, so very wrong. First, the right part:
This distrust is further aggravated by Western journalist’s reluctance to seek the expertise of local people. A common complaint of people of the developing world is that they only appear in Western stories as subjects – either as poor, hopeless victims, or as savage creatures in need of the West’s moral intervention. They are never considered vital ingredients of the problem-solving recipe.

Kristof and WuDunn, for instance, almost exclusively tap experts from the West: Michael Kremer and Erica Field of Harvard; Esther Duflo of M.I.T.; William Easterly, New York University; Dr. Lewis Wall, the Worldwide Fistula Fund; Michael Horowitz, conservative agitator on humanitarian issues; the activist Jo Luck, Heifer Foundation; Larry Summers, Bill Gates, the World Bank, the U.S. military’s Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Yes, yes, yes. The condescension and sense of otherness was dripping from the Times piece. Here in the West, we just have no idea what those crazy savages are doing to their women over there! Let me tell you about it! Top that off with a graphic that loudly proclaims "SAVING THE WORLD'S WOMEN" and you've got a knight-in-shining armor complex right there. But Okong'o mars his excellent analysis of the moral and cultural superiority demonstrated by such triumphalist journalism with some what-about-the-men-ism of exactly the kind Melissa McEwan wasn't asking for earlier:
Men in the developing world do not deny there exist serious violations of women’s rights. Many of us have seen injustices committed against our mothers, sisters and other women we love. We have lived with men who spend lavishly while their children languish in poverty.

But we also know men who protect their mothers and educate their sisters and daughters. To pile such men with rapists, misogynists and wife beaters is outright offensive and counterproductive.
Not all of us are bad! Of course there are men in Africa and all over the developing world who are allies, who are participants in the fight for gender equality and justice. But just like the existence of allies in the United States isn't enough to dismantle the patriarchy, it isn't enough in Kenya, either. And it distracts from the issue, and, frankly, insults all of our intelligence, to mount a "some of us are good guys" defense in the face of such terrifying stories and statistics. He says one more thing that drives me crazy:
One thing I have found more effective is encouraging young men to think about their mothers and sisters. You should see their faces when I ask them how they would feel if someone abused their little sister, or if the woman being abused by her in-laws was their mother.
I have heard this from so many men, Western and non-Western, black and white, old and young, as if the way to get men to fight sexism is to remind men that they are related to women. This does not work. Men around the world not only have no trouble being violent toward woman A despite the fact that they are related to woman B, they have no trouble being violent toward woman B herself. There's a reason that domestic violence is called domestic violence—because it's coming from members of your goddamned family. Men are not stupid. They fully realize that the things they are inflicting on women could be inflicted by other men on their mothers or sisters. Raising their ire with hypotheticals, and causing them to engage in destructive macho puffery ("I would kill anyone who did that to my mother!") only serves to help them feel better about themselves, to reassure themselves of their goodness and righteousness.

The problem with the WuDunn/Kristof piece is not that they painted third-world men as misogynist oppressors each and every one. It's that they left out of the conversation any discussion of the systems that endeavor to keep women oppressed and poor, leaving the racist, xenophobic and triumphalist Western reader free to assume that it is the fault of the dark and violent nature of the men of the developing world. It's a familiar and comfortable reflex, to paint non-Westerners as other. It creates a cocoon of fake security. (For example, you often see that conservative writers are hugely invested in painting Muslim countries, and Islam generally, as oppressive to women. This last week we saw even Phyllis Chesler railing against Naomi Wolf for daring to assert that some Muslim women might enjoy wearing the veil.)

Contrary to Okong'o, what WuDunn and Kristof needed to do was not qualify their statements by reminding us that not all men are evil patriarchs bent on oppression, but put their narrative in an analytical context, of why and how these things happen, and why and how they go unpunished in silence.

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Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Go down fighting


posted by bitchphd


From MoveOn.

Just in case you haven't heard the latest.

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An Honest Woman


posted by Sybil Vane
Quick follow-up to last week's roundtable on policy, privilege, and relationship status:
Last night, I was shuffling some scheduled things to accommodate a court date to contest a citation associated with the accident Little V and I were in last month. I started wondering what I should wear, what would make me look the least like a reckless driver, and this thought popped in: "I wonder if I can find my wedding rings. I should wear them."
Married privilege.

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Monday, September 07, 2009

High Windows/Linkfest


posted by Sybil Vane
Because I feel at a loss for words at the end of this holiday weekend, when my 3 weeks of parent-hosting has ended and my partner gets ready to scoot out of dodge at 4am and it smelled like fall today and I feel like a little kid left accidentally in charge of a house.

Rather than (my) words, some others I've been reading:

Inside Higher Ed reports on the ways colleges and universities 'hide" adjuncts when reporting their stats to US News and World Report for those college rankings. Which, basically, amounts to just saying "adjuncts - regardless of their 3/3/ or 4/4/ loads - aren't full time faculty, so when you ask up how many full-time faculty are tenure track, well, I guess the answer is all of 'em!" It's really a shameful practice.

I am loving following Melanie Oudin at the Open.

I am being somewhat cheered by Arianna Huffington, which is a sentence I've not before used.

I've been reminding myself about the Reagan and Bush addresses to schoolchildren.

I've been reading the President's address and feeling mortified that parents are keeping their kids out of school to keep them from hearing it. Or, even worse, successfully insisting that schools not show it. Shame on you, your contempt for educators and your fucking shitty parenting.

And this, just because it's how I feel.

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Sunday, September 06, 2009

in which i am a better journalist than michael kinsley


posted by bitchphd
Remember the latest heroine of the week post?

Turns out it was bullshit. The post's been updated accordingly. Because this blog cares about facts.

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You Would Think My Love Was Really Something Good


posted by taddyporter


It was the Age of Wisdom
It was the Age of Foolishness

I've spent quite a bit of the summer feeling sorry for myself. From my friends I've received advice at regular intervals to buck up Taddy, things could be worse.

Which advice I have hotly rejected. Could be worse? Worse how?

Now my friends, being my friends, have taken the heat with grace and not returned fire. They have smothered the fires of my bitterness with their love and their tenderness and
their affection.

And their humor. My buddies Rey and Spooky and Annie shaved their heads in solidarity with my own hairless state. Not only is that shit hilarious, it also demonstrates how things could, in fact be worse.

Annie has always had a spectacular head of blazing red hair. She has worn it up, down, in pigtails, in a bun, in a squash blossom, loose around her shoulders, tight atop her head. I have loved her hair. I have loved her for her hair. I have shampooed her hair. I've oiled her hair. I've spent the winter evenings brushing it and combing it and just luxuriating in it.

Seeing her unhaired this way has made me realize that, shit, things could be worse. Much worse. Seeing Rey and Spooky unhaired has made me realize that, not only could things be worse, they could be downright homely.

And then, two nights ago, some of my friends and family were in a terrible car crash. And I realized how bad things could get. Bad. Very very bad. And in the blink of an eye.

Nobody was badly hurt, thanks be to God.

Rey, Annie, Spooky, my brother Rory, and my cousin Jeanne had taken my car to a little shebeen up the road from here. On the way home, they hit 600 pounds of bull wapiti.

Now, I own two passenger vehicles. A 1968 Dodge Power Wagon with what you would call a harlequin color scheme. I've driven it everyday for fifteen years and three engine transplants.

Then there's my baby. My baby baby baby baby baby baby.

A 1999 Volvo S70 T5. Fire engine red. Five speed. Turbo charged. Fuel injected. Leather seats. With butt warmers. Sun roof. Smoked windows. 8 speaker sound system. 6 disc multichanger CD player. Power everything. Big fat slicks. Magnesium rims.

No spinners. Spinners are for pimps.

It even had a name. Alyshia. Named for the wife of my friend, the Crime Scene. He sold me the car. We used to joke about riding Alyshia.

Well, not really. CS has a restricted sense of humor.

I've only had it for about a year. And now she's gone. Alyshia's gone. When you slam 3000 pounds of Swedish steel into 600 pounds of American elk, neither are ever the same again.

But my friends and family are OK. A little wear and tear, of course. Rey has a broken nose. Spooky, Annie, Rory, and Jeanne are each black and blue and moving slow. But they are all intact and present and will have a great story for our friends at the bar.

There is one problem. Rory and Jeanne are here to escort me to Wisconsin for my last set of alchemical marinades. We were going to drive back in the S70 and now we are without transport. Rory is off to BigTown this morning to see what we can rent. I guess we'll find a way.

And the provenance of the S70 is a little, shall we say, tricky. As a result, there could be a complication with the insurance claim. Crime Scene says he'll take care of it. He's very good with paperwork.

But that's the worst of it. That's the very worst of it. And it could be so so so very much worse. I weep when I think how much worse it could be.

So, you know, things are really pretty good.

Now, I'm not gonna lie. They could be better. But I have my friends and I have my family. And I love them more than my own life. I really do.

Plus: 400 pounds of wapiti chops!

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Friday, September 04, 2009

If You Can Download This - Thank a Worker


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Happy Labor Day!


I'll say this for school camping trips


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Even though they're demanding, exhausting, hot, sweaty, force one to deal with dozens of ill-behaved, hot sweaty children--who aren't even one's own children!--not to mention the mosquito bites and LAUNDRY OMIGOD and tie-dyed hands and exhaustion....

.... at least one is blissfully unaware of the latest pathetic White House backpedalling. And one was, for three blissfully sweat-soaked, dirt-encrusted, bug-bitten days, not thinking of the sinking ship that was healthcare reform.

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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Married Privilege: A Roundtable


posted by Silvana
M. LeBlanc: By my count, we've got one married lady in a commuter marriage with a kid and a full-time job, one married lady with a kid and a non-full-time job, one non-married lady with a full-time job, and another non-married lady with a full-time job in a commuter relationship who's about to be married.

So we've got this topic covered, don'tcha think?

I don't feel like I have the policy chops to assess whether singles are getting the short end of the stick with respect to policies and benefits. I do know that the coverage of marriage vs. single in my tax course in law school was very complicated. There was something called a "marriage penalty," but then, I have anecdotal evidence from friends who said they paid a lot less in taxes after they got married. I do know from filing my taxes that there seems to be a disfavoring of the "married filing separately" route, but I don't know why. I assume that's because they don't want households taking a particular benefit twice, and so if you want to take advantage of various benefits you have to file jointly.

I also know that there are various tax benefits, credits and deductions if you have children. However, I'm not in a position to say whether those benefits and credits actually offset the additional expense of having a child or children (my guess is they don't).

There's also the matter of the various federal benefits that are conferred upon marriage; these are often discussed in the context of the gay marriage "debate." And I think those are significant. Let's not forget about health insurance, provision for dependents by military and government employers, and so forth.

But I think we really have to separate the policy issues from the social issues. Because it's clear to me that from a social perspective, married people are given much more social support and validation than un-married people are. The outpouring of goodwill, offers of help, and advice I've gotten since announcing my engagement has truly been shocking. Particularly from other female attorneys at my organization who now seem more interested in helping me find a job in Washington DC now that I'm moving there to be with my "fiance" rather than because my boyfriend is there and I think it will be beneficial for my career. I have seen similar things with other married and planning-to-be-married people that I know. It is as if when you get married you join some invisible group, you are raised in status in some amorphous way.

I am very uncomfortable with being a recipient of that privilege.

Sybil: I will be in and out of this today because of too much bullshit to do, but I want to quickly note that this:

It is as if when you get married you join some invisible group, you are raised in status in some amorphous way.

Is not something I have experienced, but maybe that is part of getting married young (I was 23), which is really not a status-y thing to do at all. It's sort of a hick thing to do from what I can tell from the now-less-hick-like environs in which I find myself. I do know for sure that more social support by way of more relationship possibilities existed for me once I became a mother. Other parents with whom I work found me interesting in more substantive ways and I think many of my closer relationships might not have happened without parent-status. But I also *know* that several people immediately found me less serious and less scholarly.

The fuss that attends an engagement is culturally rote and has to do, in part, with the giganto wedding industry, which needs to be parsed out of a heaping of privilege that attends marriage.

Bitch: Frankly, I think it's more complicated than a simple "status rises" thing. I got married at 24, in Omaha, while Mr. B. was in the military, and definitely this made me more "legit" among the wives of his coworkers. Among my friends, it was anomalous, but I don't think particularly stigmatized. One of his commanding officer's wives actually asked me point-blank at a party shortly before I moved away for my PhD program whether or not Mr. B. was "serious about his career"--which, if you know anything about military culture, was seriously uncool of her. I said "yes, and so am I about mine." <<-bitchy.

There are, obviously, definite social "perks" for married women, certainly past the age of say 30. You fit into a box people understand. You probably, if you're middle-class and educated, have a higher standard of living b/c your husband probably makes as much or more money than you do.

OTOH, there are also social stigmas, especially if you don't live a cookie-cutter suburban life. As Sybil points out, your coworkers and some of your peers are likely to make assumptions about your values and priorities that might be offensive. If you have kids, it's worse. God knows I feel a little defensive about being, let's be honest, a stay-home mom (no part-time job for me right now, actually). There's the whole "soccer mom" stereotype and the "Park Slope mom" stereotype and popular images of educated mothers as spoiled, entitled bitches, with their SUVs and their big strollers that take up room and their "demands" that people accomodate them/their children. I'm highly tuned into that particular stereotype, though, b/c I'm sort of the target of it: single mom, highly educated, staying home, only one kid, volunteers a *lot* in my kids' school, husband has high income, etc.

I guess I feel like the question of whether marriage (and esp. marriage-with-kids) = status depends, a lot, on which peer group we're talking about. The peer group in which my marital/parenting status is "high" is a peer group I'm uncomfortable with. The peer group in which my marital/parenting status is "low"--educated city dwellers--is a peer group I prefer but I often feel like I have to "prove" myself to, in that cliched "oh but you're not like the others" vein.

Re. policy, as I'm saying on twitter, I completely agree that poverty policies, at least, tend overwhelmingly to focus on parents-with-kids. I think, though, that they often actually disfavor married couples--e.g., shelters for women with kids (but not couples with kids), income limits that preclude a partner with a job that isn't under-the-table, all the stories (which may be apocryphal) about ppl having to lie about whether their boyfriend/man lives there to keep their benefits, etc. I'm certain that having kids is the #1 risk factor for poverty, especially for women (blah blah divorce statistics, lost income, etc).

Agree wholeheartedly that the mortgage-interest-deduction is hugely regressive (though I also confess that I'm damn glad that I'll finally be able to start using it on 2009's taxes). Not sure it specifically favors married folks, though, or people with children as such; I have no idea what the statistics might be on, say, single people who own condos or whatever vs. married couples in single-family housing in terms of relative tax benefits of ownership (but would be v. interested to find out).

Agree 100% that a lot of economic realities/policies seem to benefit married women--e.g., my ability to have health insurance through Mr. B., my standard of living while being unemployed, etc. But long-term, of course, I'm fucked: I haven't earned enough in the States to qualify for any social security yet, and I'm in my 40s already. If we divorce or Mr. B. dies I have nothing. (Qualification: if he dies while his employer is providing a $1mil life insurance package to me, that's not true, but that's of course contingent on his employment.)

I see the economic benefits vs. downsides as still being a (much less severe) version of the pre-women's movement devils' bargain. *If* you marry and stay married--which of course isn't entirely up to you--then you're economically better off than if you were single, at least as long as your husband lives. It seems to me that the one thing that US culture has really internalized from the women's movement of the 70s is that (educated, middle-class) women have a right (and single women an obligation) to earn their own money, hold their own property/assets, etc. I think as a nation we're still not there yet as far as acknowledging that there is a distinction between what one is legally allowed to do and what's actually practical; hanging onto a career, building one's own assets and a pension and all that, if you're married and have kids, is still structurally discouraged. Blah blah stories about banks questioning our separate accounts, or automatically putting us on each others' accounts, or the relative limits of what I can put into a Roth IRA vs. what Mr. B. and his employer can put into a 401k.

It feels a little bit like an affirmative action argument to me: yes, there are policies that favor X historically oppressed group. I'm pretty resistant to the idea that those policies constitute discrimination against Y group (in this case, single women), inasmuch as it seems to me that single women have been the greatest beneficiaries of 70s feminism so far. (With the exception of no-fault divorce, which is obviously a huge huge change for married women.)

Sybil: B's point about disparate peer groups and the extent to which marriage signifies acceptance rings very true for me. My closest friend from grad school, in fact, has admitted that she had to get over the fact that I was married at 25 when I came to a PhD program in order to feel like she could develop a close relationship with me. The financial benefits we receive via tax deductions, mortgage interest write off (it's incredibly difficult, especially in this climate, for single women to get mortgages) and health benefits (which are enormously valuable and cheap in our case, but which have to do with husband's job at a foreign company as much as with marriage) are incredible assets, but the actual support I have received from my peer group is as well.

Ding: I’m much less interested in the social advantages to being part of a family unit because that, to me, is what happens in a capitalist, Western, patriarchal, hetero-coercive society, anyway.

But on the public policy end of things, I think you can make the argument that childless single people (whether single voluntarily, like me) or single involuntarily (an elderly, recently widowed woman, for instance), have been left out of policy discussions, even though they/we are just as vulnerable to the same economic conditions.

Or, maybe I can’t make that case - the data that’s available predominantly reflects the material reality of families, even single-headed ones, and rarely includes the economic conditions of single childless adults (unless those conditions happen to intersect with another vulnerable demo, like age or disability), low-income or lower-middle. But this absence flies in the face of growing demographic research that single childless adults, as a population, are growing. But, again, where are the policies that reflect that growing reality?

Aren’t single childless people unemployed? Aren’t single childless adults also victims of this horrible economy? Aren’t single childless adults living in poverty? Aren’t single childless adults in mortgage crisis? Don’t single childless adults have trouble with accessing healthcare, much less paying for it? What are our housing issues (which do exist, in a changing landscape that is seeing less rentals for more condos)? Where are we as a target demographic in the largest public support legislation since the Depression? (Practically nowhere, once you wade through the language.)

I’m not saying our issues are greater than others but it’s sort of frustrating that we’re a demo that rarely gets any policy play. (I mean, even one of the bigger policy players in Chicago frames all their work on asset poverty around families, even though their own research shows that single childless adults are at risk, too!)
Yes; it is a social non profit given that single-women headed families are among the most economically vulnerable. (The elderly and disabled are similarly vulnerable.) But I also know that low-income single childless adults face economic vulnerabilities that just aren’t addressed through public policy. While my single parenting and chronically unemployed aunt has access to food stamps, housing vouchers, TANF, Medicaid, welfare (as imperfect as it is), whatever, I would not say my theoretical single childless uncle would have that same access.

(Which reminds me – who gets left out in this single childless adult limbo when it comes to poverty? Dudes. Especially dudes of color.)

For instance, the IL Earned Income Tax Credit is available to working poor families, based on income eligibility. Though it’s not the perfect solution to poverty in the state, and it’s one of the lowest in the country, it’s a solid effort to economically support working families in Illinois. However, childless adults were *not eligible* for a benefit that has made real material impact on income-poor families in the state, despite the fact that single childless people live on similar economic bubbles. Basically, the tax burden on low income single childless adults has remained the same since the 70s, while for single-headed families, it’s been reduced steadily (it’s still teeny but at least it has been going down.) Recent legislative clarifications may have changed IL law to include ‘all taxable individuals’ but the eligibility is still based on income level rather than net worth, which would benefit more single childless individuals.

And it’s this notion of net worth that is sort of at the center of all this, in my head. (I’ve been readiing a lot of policy on this so it’s sticking in my head and arguments about changing how we measure vulnerability make sense to me.)
Under an income measure of poverty, I don’t count even though, from where I’m sitting, I’m pretty vulnerable. If I had lost my job this summer, in this economy, I’d have 6 mos of unemployment, no COBRA (because it’s too expensive and I’d have to use all my meager savings to pay rent), and then I’d be homeless. Really. (I have a friend who’s living this reality right now.) And all of this is more likely because I have a low net worth – I don’t have assets and, since I’m from a community of color to boot, I’m less likely to. Married people, for the most part, are encouraged/conditioned to acquire assets (home, savings, investments) in the name of supporting a family. What are single childless populations conditioned to do? Become married. (ok, that might be a cheap shot.)

I also think this policy concentration on income rather than net worth/asset poverty artificially skews our picture of who’s vulnerable in our society, to the detriment of both singletons and marrieds. (And I hate both those monikers.) I think that concentrating on income we don’t question some assumptions made about single childless adults:

· Our expenses are lower than married people, or parenting adults, because we’re childless
· Our needs aren’t as great or we simply don’t need what families need
· We are self sufficient and already get what we need
· We are economically stable because we can do more with less

Really? Are all those things true? I seriously doubt it.
There’s all sorts of intersectionality going on, too - age, race, geography, intergenerational net worth – so it’s not like I’m saying that single childless adult issues trump all other social problems. But it would be nice to get on the board – or at least have the gap acknowledged.
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