Thursday, May 29, 2008
My Gears Keep Grinding.
I welcome you back to the second edition of "You Know What Really Grinds My Gears." I've been on hiatus, not because there isn't plenty to grind my gears, but because I've had better things to do. Luckily my schedule is now wide open (as in, really, I have nothing else better to do).
As some of you know, I hate to love (or love to hate, I can't decide) celebrities. And I really love to hate worthless celebrity "news." But what I really hate to hate is worthless and all-around talentless celebrities. Two shining turds of example are "musicians" Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson. Wentz is best know for being in some shitty band, posting presumably horrifying naked photos on his livejournal, and for being a sort of dude-loving bisexual. Ashlee Simpson is best know for spelling "Ashley" the wrong way, being someones sister, and sucking. You'd assume that when two talentless wrongs get together, they'd make a who-the-hell-cares. But in our sad and rapidly sinking world of reality TV and mass-produced crap, these people are golden tabloid fodder.
The two chart toppers recently made "news" with a shot gun wedding (that's right, sterilization is still illegal- among white people, that is- so these stars reproducing). More recently, Ashlee made news by taking her husbands name. Really? How Shocking: the daughter of a Texas pastor takes her husband's name. Call CNN! (actually, Yahoo!News.) It's almost as shocking that the "artists" rushed to the alter after Pete, some how, some way, knocked up Ashlee. God knows still knows your sins, ya'll. But good for you, Christians, for making your bastard child legit. Ashlee Simpson, excuse me Ashlee Wentz, let me cheer for your bravery in standing up to liberal Hollywood by taking your eye-liner wearing husband's last name.
Now, this isn't the first time that I've been peeved about names. I wrote about the news media referring to Hillary Clinton as Mrs. Clinton instead of the proper Ms. Clinton. I've always been fascinated with names and no, I don't think a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. But whole name game is part of a bigger problem: the public still has a sick satisfaction and deep-seated need to attach women, married or not, with some man. If Clinton demanded that she be addressed as Ms. Clinton, would housewives in Missouri still stand up and cheer? Just some people feel uneasy or confused not knowing the racial background of a biracial person, some people feel equally dissatisfied with not knowing if a "Ms." or Suzy Smith-Jones is married. The fact is that we like people neat and tied up with a bow, especially women.
I don't care that Ashlee Simpson took her bisexual husband's last name and with deaths in Burma, China, and Iraq, who should care? It's hardly newsworthy when that actor, painter, businesswoman, or stay-at-home mom keeps her own name, even though she is balking a patriarchal tradition every time she does it.
So while traditionalist and anti-feminists squeal with delight at the news of Ashlee Wentz, I will continue to value important news and true equality. Not to mention real music. And if you hadn't already guessed, I will remain by the same name until I die, regardless of whether I am married, single, or bisexual like Pete Wentz.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
bikes and babes
Wheels of change
A bicycle is a perfect machine: simple, elegant and efficient. It does exactly what it needs to do, whenever it needs to do it (unless, of course, its chain falls off in the middle of the pouring rain on a bridge, but that's a story for another time). But beyond providing environmentally friendly transportation, exercise and a heartening feeling of bohemian European-ness as one pedals along, there's a convincing case (laid out by none other than Susan B. Anthony herself!) that the bicycle advanced the cause of women's liberation more than any other inanimate object.
According to this Mental Floss article, in the 19th century, "the Victorian lady rarely exercised or engaged in physical activity, which left her poorly conditioned." But the appearance and popularity of the bicycle in the late 1800s changed all that. Unlike horses, which could be difficult to control (particularly when one was trammeled by the dangerously ladylike convention of riding sidesaddle), "bicycles, by comparison, were easy to manipulate. There was no reason a woman couldn't get on a bike and sedately pedal farther from her home than she'd ever been before."
I used to live in Holland, where bicycles are as much a part of the landscape as cars are in the States, and the sense of freedom when you are riding across a perfectly flat landscape with the wind at your back can be pretty exhilarating, physically and psychologically. But reading this, I can't help thinking, a little sadly, of the spinning classes I walk past every day at the gym -- 30 or 40 women, all in terrific shape, pedaling none too sedately … and going nowhere.
-- Rachel Shukert
Yes, Satan?
Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I thought you were someone else.
Maybe it's because of all time time sipping soy chai lattes at New Moon, but I believe the Devil (yeah, capital D) is among us. This Devil- a "they" or "gender-queer"- is found under the harsh florescent lights, glowing through the big screen TVs, and nestled between the 48 pack of Crystal Lite at Costco.
I recently went to this super! mega! store in suburban Detroit. A bleary and weary traveler, I had left my cocoon in Northern New England to be traveling along a highway with McDonald's and wacky-wavy-inflatable-balloon-man on every corner.
My mother wanted to go to Costco because I'm home now, I eat a lot, and food is expensive. I walk into this superstore to find 100+ televisions blasting "the game" and kiddies running around, throwing dvds, ipods, and pool toys that we just can't live without.
A salesperson in a hairnet offers me a nip of some new ranch dressing. No thank you, I say. Some woman is being eaten by her pants as she grabs 100 frozen chicken patties in a bag. An able-bodied 50-something is riding around in a motorized scooter, as I contemplate what health problems have been caused by this establishment, how my taxes will have to pay for it, and if I'm really a republican after all.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not above the deals at Costco. Although the bulk food wasn't on my tab, I squealed at the huge jar of almond butter and 4 logs of fresh mozzarella. But just like seeing the same "vintage" floral dress hanging on a rack with 10 other floral dresses just like it at Urban Outfitters, there is something sad, and sick, about bulk consumerism. I don't need to be wearing the same dress as some ironic glasses girl at Indie Party number 346 and I don't need three gallons of soy milk at a time.
There is something satisfying about finding an adorable dress (for $2) in a church basement and there is something sexy- yeah, I said it- about scooping out the fresh mozzarella balls out of the water in the fromage section. While my mother and I were buying feta, spinach, and garbanzo beans (so many!), Costco took the love and humanity out of food.
Costco doesn't use plastic bags and it saves hardworking Americans money. But it is also the poster-child for American consumerism and a complete alienation from local food or food from the land.
Welcome to Suburbia. Welcome to America.
sometimes i think that love is just physical
"But women are also programmed for infidelity, Buss says. They have a drive to monopolize the economic resources of their mate, according to the theory, but also to keep a man or two in reserve, because men die earlier than women, or men go off, and women need protection. Recent analyses of genetic databases reveal that fully 10 percent of people have different biological fathers from the men they name as their fathers, Buss notes; that’s evidence of women cheating. But Buss says the difference between the genders in the desire for variety is not minor (as, say, the gender difference in height is, about 10 percent on average); it is staggering, “like the difference between how far the average man and woman can throw a rock.” Consider the Website meet2cheat, in which married people find one another for recreational sex; it charges $59 for a man’s three-month entry fee, $9 for a woman. Cheating wives are harder to come by. “Women are going to get bored, just like men, but I don’t think they have this driving constant need,” says Nancy Heneson, a science writer who’s covered evolutionary psychology since its early days."
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“Marriage isn’t the problem; it’s the best answer anyone’s come up with,” Squire says. “Men and women are equally oppressed by expectations. Expectations are ridiculously high now. Nobody expected you to find personal fulfillment and happiness in marriage. Marriage can be very satisfying, but it’s not going to be this heady romance for 40 years.” Marriage involves routine, and routine kills passion. “What does Bataille say?” Squire continues. “There is nothing erotic that is not transgressive. Marriage has many benefits and values, but eroticism is not one of them.”
A long and supportive marriage may be more valuable than a sexually faithful one, Squire says. “Why does society consider it more moral for you to break up a marriage, go through a divorce, disrupt your children’s lives maybe forever, just to be able to fuck someone with whom the fucking is going to get just as boring as it was with the first person before long?”
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I ... suggested that we could change sexual norms to, say, encourage New York waitresses to look on being mistresses as a cool option. “That’s fringe,” my friend said dismissively. Wives weren’t going to allow it, and we men grant them a lot of power; they’re all as dominant as Yoko Ono. “Look, we’re the weaker animal,” he said. “They commandeer the situation.” He and I love our wives and depend on them. In each of our cases, they make our homes, manage our social calendar, bind up our wounds and finish our thoughts, and are stitched into our extended families more intimately than we are. They seem emotionally better equipped than we are. If my marriage broke up, my wife could easily move in with a sister. I’d be as lost as plankton.
Later, I related my friend’s Yoko analogy to my wife. She pointed out that Ono and Lennon had a marriage based on what they both cared most passionately about, art—not money or sex, to judge from the fact that Lennon went off for a year with a mistress and the marriage survived. But how many of us can afford that? Tuten says that even the New York art world is short on mistresses. “Victor Hugo had a mistress even when he was in exile in Jersey. He lived in a house with his family and the mistress lived down the road, and he went to and fro. I don’t know anyone in the art world who has that. I don’t know too many men who have enough money to set up an apartment for a woman.”
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Polyamory is something of that fantasy I and other men I know harbor, of a community of free-loving people in multiple relationships. Not just dyads, or couples, but triads, or a woman with two “primaries,” a whole community of friends with benefits. “With practice, we can develop an intimacy based on warmth and mutual respect, much freer than desperation, neediness, or the blind insanity of falling in love,” Dossie Easton and Catherine A. Liszt, two former hippies, write in The Ethical Slut. (sounds like a great idea to me!-em)
My most liberated male friend has expressed a similar view. He finds my confession of sexual torment backward. “It breaks my fucking heart to hear you talk that way. That any person has to talk about where their sexuality has led them in a shameful manner, in relation to other people. That a person’s sexuality has led them to hurt, and I don’t mean physically, another person— that breaks my heart.”
If we simply got rid of a vow of sexual exclusivity and the piety around “faithfulness,” which is a religiously inscribed misnomer for sexual exclusivity anyway, we have no idea what the family would look like in 100 years, he says. Okay, most people would be sexually exclusive and married. But there would be a party going on at the other end of town, in a community of people of high sexual desire who understood that about one another and didn’t feel jealousy or possessiveness.
“Underneath it all is this issue, if there is some divide between the sexes overall in how important sex is, how often you have it and with whom, and whether biological or not, how do we deal with that? We institutionalize things. We create institutions like marriage. For most people, it seems to work. That seems to be the issue we’re dealing with. Should that change?”
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The obvious question is whether we can import a European understanding. The stereotype is that in Europe, they have got this figured out, and every time they snigger over our scandals, they seem more superior. A gay friend tells me that gay European friends laugh at him because even gay relationships here tend to follow a bourgeois, monogamous model.
David Buss points out that in the U.S., it is very difficult for a candidate to be elected who has no professed religious belief, while this is not the case in Europe. In Germany, prostitution is legal. “It’s cleaned up and taxed, and the prostitutes get health insurance and benefits that they couldn’t get if it was illegal.” And German husbands and wives take separate vacations with the understanding that romance might ensue. “You could argue that European sensibility is more civilized and natural.”
BUT Vincent says that French women have to “put up with a lot” and so too do those instinctual Italians. “I’ve heard this mythology so many times, that Italian women, they’re more mature, more understanding of men’s needs, they expect infidelity. They don’t complain,” says Tuten, who was married to an Italian woman. “I don’t know if it’s true. A lot of Italian women expect their husbands to turn into philanderers, and how do they live with it? Some live by suffering.”
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“I think we’re getting into a question of social stability. The male libido is considered a very dangerous and a potentially disruptive force in society. I think that’s why there are so many religious dictums and taboos around that. The idea that one is allowed multiple partners—this is something that has to be rigidly controlled.”
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Nonetheless, the one strong impression I took away from interviewing peers is that American mores are evolving, especially among the affluent. An affair or two is handleable for the rich, says a friend, Jo Mango. “They’re more well read, better informed, and more tolerant. They say, ‘Get over it.’ It’s way costlier to break up. Because look what happens: You lose your living situation and your community in a divorce.” A sophisticated New Yorker made a similar point: “I don’t believe that straying diminishes your love or commitment to your partner. It’s not a zero-sum game. However, it does get complicated and hurtful when you start developing an emotional relationship with another woman.
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A gay friend who has “brooded” over his infidelity for a long time, sometimes feeling that he ought to confess, told me it’s a very 17-year-old American view of the world to think that you should tell someone you love everything and somehow the world will be a better place. Instead, he reminds himself, he’s a grown-up, he has secrets.
He’s keeping those secrets to protect himself as much as his mate. “A relationship is a myth you create with each other. It isn’t necessarily true, but it’s meaningful. The key to that myth is that the other person is enough for you. You know in your head that another person isn’t enough for you. But if you don’t honor the myth, then it crumbles.”
the entire article's here.
Q's:
so what's so wrong about cheating? By not cheating, are women just consigning themselves to traditional gender roles or are they really less sexual? Are our gender relationships naturally determined (ie evolutionarily) or culturally constructed (ie ancient religious texts that have promoted the subordination of women)?
Do we really all want the same thing? Even in a really broad sense, like satisfaction, companionship, etc.?
How can we change these social norms? The guy in the article says that women hold the power. I guess one way to get the party started is to use it. If we want to change gender and sexual relationship norms, how would we approach the conversation with the "other side?
And, are men being honest when they say they want strong, independent, sexually liberated women? We all know no one wants to realize (or fuck) their fantasy (thanks Meres!), so then what?
Also, why isn't everyone just having sex all the time? Why should we care about anything else, really? Talk about a way to fill the void.
And is that last quote about relationships as myths cynical or realistic? If it's a myth, what's the point of having a relationship at all? Why not be honest with yourself and everyone else and not engage in false emotional interaction? Finally, if relationships are a myth, and if no one is ever enough, is that part of the human condition, ie humanity's lot in life, or is it a culturally constructed void perpetuated by Disney's happily ever after and the instant gratification of MTV's hard-bodied mindlessness?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
fucking fuck.
I had to stop watching this because i was in public and was about to cry from holding in laughter...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
good idea.
George Bush says,
" the solution to high gas prices is drilling for more oil and building more refineries."
Genius. Four More Years!
Monday, May 12, 2008
People are Good
But today, the people of Burlington turned all that around. I've always thought that people are really willing to help each other out, but we don't because nobody ever asks. Perhaps my crazy German aunt, Tante Gisela, illustrated this best when we were walking around Berlin and she needed to pee. Without hesitation, she knocked on the nearest house door and simply asked to use the bathroom. The residents were more than happy to oblige, and that was that. (Although I thought she was a little crazy)
Yesterday I asked my neighbors for a loan to get a CSA share at a local farm. By 10 am today, I had six (SIX!) offers from strangers, happy to loan a college student a couple hundred bucks. I couldn't be a less safe bet (I mean, come on, I'm a college student who spent two weeks scrounging for food!), and yet so many people were willing to give me a shot. Wow.
So here's my conclusion: there are, actually, more good people than bad people out there, but the problem is that they don't ever really show their 'goodness.' If everyone were just a little less shy, then we could all do a better job helping each other out. That said, everybody should join the Front Porch Forum (frontporchforum.com)
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
The Importance of Art
The incorporation of art therapy in a prison setting is growing to be a more widely accepted practice: