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Of playbooks, emulators and ‘people’

I’m definitely of the opinion that men and women are more similar than different, and that the general tendency of patriarchal society to push us further apart, with concepts like “men are from Mars, women are from Venus” and so on, only serves to perpetuate gender inequality. Although there appears to be scientific evidence that there are such things as “male” brains and “female” brains (and that transsexual people have the wrong brain for their body’s sex), I still don’t think there is any value in such division. The human brain is an incredibly powerful computer, and Alan Turing showed how any computer can be persuaded to understand any other computer (practical examples: an Apple Mac running a PC emulator, a PC running a Commodore Amiga emulator, etc). No reason why man-brain can’t run a female-brain emulator either.

{NB: It’s now thought by some physicists that the human brain might be a “quantum gravity computer”, which doesn’t work in quite the same way as a Turing machine – but is actually more powerful}

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Attack of the 50-Foot Mikhaela

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Awesome feminist cartoonist Mikhaela Reid has a new book out, and she’ll be touring the country to promote it. She’s a pretty cool lady, so pick up a copy or stop by to see her in the following cities:

Sat Jun 9, 4pm | Detroit: Mikhaela Reid & Masheka Wood Cartoon Slideshow & Signing @ Green Brain Comics, 13210 Michigan Ave., Dearborn, MI

Tue Jun 12, 7pm | NYC: Masheka Wood & Mikhaela Reid Cartoon Slideshow & Book Launch Bash @ Bluestockings Books, 1720 Allen Street, NYC

Fri Jun 22, 7 pm | NYC: Planned Parenthood book event w/ Jessica Valenti, Mikhaela Reid & Amber Madison @ Think Coffee, 248 Mercer Street, NYC

Sat July 7, 2pm | DC: Cartoonists With Attitude Cartoon Slideshow w/ Ted Rall, Keith Knight, Mikhaela Reid, Stephanie McMillan, Ruben Bolling, Jen Sorensen, Masheka Wood & more @ Borders, 18th & L Streets NW Washington, DC

Fri Sept. 28, TBA | Boston/Cambridge: Mikhaela Reid & Masheka Wood Cartoon Slideshow & Signing w/ Center for New Words (location and time TBA)

TBA October, 7 pm | Brooklyn: Mikhaela Reid & Masheka Wood Cartoon Slideshow & Signing @ Rocketship (date and time TBA)

You can read Mikhaela’s writing and see more of her work here.

As if his portrayal of Spock weren’t enough

Leonard Nimoy, photographer, has been studying the fat female nude for the past eight years.

And? He gets it.

He has a show of photographs of obese women on view at the R. Michelson Galleries in Northampton, Mass., through June; a larger show at the gallery is scheduled to coincide with the November publication of his book on the subject, “The Full Body Project,” from Five Ties Publishing. The Louis Stern Fine Arts gallery in Los Angeles and the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston have acquired a few images from the project. A few hang at the Bonni Benrubi Gallery in New York. (Their explicitness prevents the images from being reprinted here.)

These women are not hiding beneath muumuus or waving from the bottom of the Grand Canyon à la Carnie Wilson in early Wilson Phillips videos. They are fleshy and proud, celebrating their girth, reveling in it. It is, Mr. Nimoy says, a direct response to the pressure women face to conform to a Size 2.

“The average American woman, according to articles I’ve read, weighs 25 percent more than the models who are showing the clothes they are being sold,” Mr. Nimoy said, his breathing slightly labored by allergies and a mild case of emphysema. “So, most women will not be able to look like those models. But they’re being presented with clothes, cosmetics, surgery, diet pills, diet programs, therapy, with the idea that they can aspire to look like those people. It’s a big, big industry. Billions of dollars. And the cruelest part of it is that these women are being told, ‘You don’t look right.’ ”

Mind you, he didn’t always get it. He didn’t always understand that how women were viewed in relation to body size depends on cultural factors, until he met a woman at one of his shows who wanted to know why he never shot fat women:

His enlightenment came about eight years ago, when he had been showing pictures from his Shekhina series — sensual, provocative images of naked women in religious Jewish wear — at a lecture in Nevada. Afterward, a 250-pound woman approached him and asked if he wanted to take pictures of her, a different body type. He agreed, and she came to the studio at his Tahoe house. She arrived with all sorts of clothes and props, “as if she were playing a farmer’s wife in a butter commercial,” he said.

His wife, Susan, who was assisting him, said, “No, we want to shoot nude.” So the model removed her clothing and lay down on the table. At first Mr. Nimoy was very nervous, he said.

“The nudity wasn’t the problem,” he said, “but I’d never worked with that kind of a figure before. I didn’t quite know how to treat her. I didn’t want to do her some kind of injustice. I was concerned that I would present this person within the envelope of an art form.”

But soon he relaxed into it, lulled by the clicking of the camera and the woman’s comfort with her body. He placed some of the shots in various exhibitions, and they invariably garnered the most attention. “People always wanted to know: ‘Who is she? How did you come to shoot her? Why? Where? What was it all about?’ ”

He decided to pursue the subject further and was led to Heather MacAllister, the founder and artistic director of Big Burlesque and the Fat Bottom Revue, a troupe of plus-size female performers in San Francisco. Ms. MacAllister died in February of ovarian cancer, but something she said to Mr. Nimoy in one of their first meetings struck a chord. “ ‘Any time a fat person gets on a stage to perform and is not the butt of a joke — that’s a political statement,’ ” he recalled. “I thought that was profound.”

And the reaction has been, predictably, a mix of admiration and revulsion:

“We do overhear some reductive ‘Is Nimoy into fat chicks’ comments when the gallery room is first entered,” he continued, “but in fact the fun nature of the work and the quality seem to shut people up by the time they leave. I’ve had a few crank e-mails with snide remarks, but not a one from gallery visitors.”

Hey! Sounds like the Salon letters section whenever something even passingly size-positive is posted.

Friday Random Ten – the Homestretch Edition

1. Can-U – Old Song
2. The Avett Brothers – Salvation Song
3. Guided by Voices – A Salty Salute
4. Jay-Z – December 4th
5. The Kinks – Big Sky
6. Tom Waits – Shore Leave
7. Portishead – Mysterons
8. The Mountain Goats – Lion’s Teeth
9. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – (Are You) The One I’ve Been Waiting For?
10. Bob Dylan – Not Dark Yet

Friday Random Video – last week it was Michael, so now it’s Miss Jackson:

And finally, because I’ve been up to my eyes in dry legal whatnot all week (and will be until May 9th — cross your fingers for me), I could use a little literature. So I give you two of my favorite Adrienne Rich poems:

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Outrage comes cheap these days, and death threats come cheaper

Bill Donohue, head of the watchdog Catholic League, said it was “one of the worst assaults on Christian sensibilities ever.”

“It’s not just the ugliness of the portrayal, but the timing — to choose Holy Week is astounding,” he said.

My God! What could it be? What could be making the little vein throb in the forehead of anti-Semite and professional pearl-clutcher Bill Donahue now? ONE OF THE WORST ASSAULTS ON CHRISTIAN SENSIBILITIES EVER??? MY GOD, MAN, WHAT CAN IT BE?

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Art Stuff

Don’t forget! The Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art opens this Friday at the Brooklyn Museum. Which I haven’t visited in an unconscionably long time. Like, not since before they re-opened the renovated front entrance (which does look lovely; I’ve seen it from the outside, when I’ve been to craft fairs in the parking lot. Yes, I am properly chastened).

Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party
will be permanently installed (I *did* see that, on my last visit several years ago, when I was on a date for First Saturday with a Dutch guy named Hildo (and I’m sorry, I’m twelve years old and kept thinking of the obvious there, particularly since he kept dating me and didn’t even try to kiss me), but I had a hard time getting a good look at it, it was so popular).

There’s also a complementary exhibit drawn from the permanent collection, of ceramics done by women artists.

Plus, First Saturdays are a lot of fun. There’s always a band and dance lessons as well as a film (I saw “It” with Hildo, which is a damn good movie and a good look at how sex appeal was frankly expressed on film pre-Hays Code; Clara Bow even had a single-mother roommate). The other cool thing is that the museum is not only trying, but succeeding, in drawing a local and diverse crowd with these events.

Protect the Children: Hide Your Dictionary

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If there are children around, please shield their eyes. If you’re under the age of 18, or value your child-like innocence, or are an adult who thinks that there is a vast empty space below your belly-button and above your knees, please stop reading now, because I’m going to be writing a very naughty word:

Scrotum.

This may have upset you, and for that I apologize. I suspect this blog may now be banned from libraries everywhere (if it made it through the family-friendly filter in the first place). Because apparently, the anatomically correct words for human and animal body parts are unacceptable in Freedom-land. First there was the Hoohah Monologues, because some people are offended by the word “vagina.” Now there’s the banning of a Newbery-Medal-winning book because the author uses the word “scrotum” and that makes some librarians and parents uncomfortable.

The story involves a dog who is bitten on the scrotum love spuds by a rattlesnake. According to the author, the real-life dog of a friend of hers was bitten on the hangy-thing-below-the-weewee by a snake, and she based the story off of that incident.

“I think it’s a good case of an author not realizing her audience,” said Frederick Muller, a librarian at Halsted Middle School in Newton, N.J. “If I were a third- or fourth-grade teacher, I wouldn’t want to have to explain that.”

Well, he could explain it to them the way that my dad explained a scrotum gonad to my sister and I when, as little tykes, we saw a large dog running around and became extremely upset because we thought he had a tumor between his legs (our own dog was neutered): “Girls, that’s a scrotum, and it holds testicles. You might have heard the boys in the back of the school bus call them ‘balls.'”*

My mom laughed, we got it, and although I grew up to be a sexual deviant (or a “feminist”), my sister turned out all right.

Ms. Nilsson, reached at Sunnyside Elementary School in Durango, Colo., said she had heard from dozens of librarians who agreed with her stance. “I don’t want to start an issue about censorship,” she said. “But you won’t find men’s genitalia in quality literature.”

“At least not for children,” she added.

Too bad you will find male genitalia on roughly half the population of the world. And in the works of such tawdry, quality-lacking authors like James Joyce, Ernest Hemingway, D.H. Lawrence, Toni Morrison, Margaret Atwood, Ian McEwan, Salman Rushdie, Haruki Murakami, George Orwell, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez. And of course, family values crusaders like Bill O’Reilly, Newt Gingrich and Lynn Cheney at least make illusions to our naughty-parts in their forays into literature.

But, as readers point out, it’s about the children!

What on earth is this? Now this lady wants to turn a kid’s book into an explicit anatomy lesson? What for exactly? What happened to simply asking your parents about various body parts? This is completely unacceptable material for a children’s book as anybody with any average amount of common sense should know. I will ask our local libraries to ban this book from their shelves. Tell her to confine scrotal literature to her own family library.

Other readers wondered why the dog couldn’t have been bitten on the leg instead of the naughty place. So here are my questions: Why are some body parts considered totally taboo? Why is a bite on the scrotum an “explicit anatomy lesson” while a bite on the finger would go unnoticed? Why is the scrotum so much more controversial than the leg? After all, in many cultures, legs are considered quite sexual, and showing too much of them –or covering them with pants instead of a skirt — is scandalous. Little boys have scrota. It doesn’t sexualize children to use the anatomically correct word for a part of their body in a totally non-sexual situation. Teachers and librarians don’t even have to explain the sexual purpose of the scrotum if they don’t want to, any more than they have to explain the sexual purpose of the lips or the hands or the tongue. But half the class already knows it’s there, and the other half probably has a pretty good idea — ain’t nothing wrong with naming it. Why is the word itself controversial?

We have one of the highest teen pregnancy rates in the world. We have incredibly high STI rates. We far exceed other developed Western nations in our abortion rate (although countries where abortion is illegal and “pro-life” social policies are the norm pretty consistently beat us). Our knee-jerk anti-sex prudishness has very real social consequences, and they’re more wide-spread than banning books. The far right faction that opposes accurate sexual health education and any sort of rational response to human nature is a small minority in this country, but they are extremely vocal, and they have a whole lot of influence. The media focus on this book seems disproportionate, but it is evidence of a larger cultural battle between those who support science, human rights, sexual freedom, bodily autonomy, intellectualism, and proven solutions to social problems, and those who oppose all of those things. A minority of authoritarian, Puritanical librarians and parents have succeeded in banning this book from several libraries. People who share their views have succeeded in teaching students medically inaccurate, sexist and irresponsible abstinence-only “education, putting them in very real physical danger — 95% of people in this country have sex before marriage, and curriculum which boils down to “Don’t do it you filthy slut” isn’t going to be particularly helpful throughout these students’ lives (it’s also worth noting that a whole lot of people still value planning their pregnancies even after marriage).

Yes, this is silly, manufactured outrage over a word. But it’s also a microcosm of something that is very, very wrong with this country.

*Yes, this conversation did actually happen.

Happy Banned Book Week!

Amanda and Redneck Mother have some substantive posts that are both worth reading. My experience growing up was similar to theirs — my parents never censored what I read, as long as it was in book form (I wasn’t allowed to read teen magazines until I was actually a teenager, and Cosmo and Glamour were definitely off limits until I was in later high school). Part of their reasoning, I think, is that I was a voracious reader and would read just about any book I got my hands on, and so there wasn’t much of a point in trying to bar me from reading certain things — if I wasn’t allowed to read them in the living room, I’d just stay up until 2am reading them with a flashlight under my covers. So even when I was reading books like “Disclosure” in 7th grade, I think they figured that it would be one of many things I’d read, and that it was better for me to be reading something “mature” than to not be reading at all, or to be reading The Babysitter’s Club until I was 16. I was addicted to Steven King in late elementary school, and moved on to John Grisham and Michael Crichton by middle school. As long as I was also reading somthing substantive, my parents didn’t really have a problem with it.

And reading the banned list, I see a bunch of books that my parents purposely gave me, with Judie Blume being the most obvious example. Of the top 100 most challenged books, I spot many of my favorites (and many that were assigned to me in school): I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Bridge to Terabithia, The Catcher in the Rye, The Color Purple, The Bluest Eye, Beloved, To Kill a Mockingbird, etc. And as Amanda says, the primary connection between all these books is their ability to make adults really uncomfortable, be it through talking about sex, talking about the issues that adolescents face, or talking about oppressive social forces that we have yet to fully move away from.

I would further argue that it’s part of the general anti-intellectualism we see on the right. Now, people on the left have certainly sought to challenge books as well, but not nearly to the extent that we’ve seen from social conservatives in the United States — and the most frequent challenges reflect that. If we just don’t read about sex and racism and curse words, then they will somehow cease to be issues, apparently. If we simply say it’s inappropriate, then it ceases to be real.

Of course, this isn’t such a step away from how our current administration goes about its business. It doesn’t like a particular fact or issue? Simply put the President up there to say, “It’s not happening” or “We don’t think that’s true” and call it a day. These head-in-the-sand policies, which social conservatives have always relied on, have filtered up to the very top positions of power in this country. That’s a scary thing, and should serve as a reminder that the anti-intellectualism that encourages book-bannings and Intelligent Design theories taught on par with evolution and claims that global warming is a myth isn’t just a funny red-state religious-right thing that we can afford to giggle at and ignore. It’s an entire life philosophy that, at its heart, is anti-enlightenment and deeply frightening. It starts in school libraries, reaches out into the classrooms, and has somehow made its way up to the Presidency. Progressives have to be vigilant in fighting extremism in all its forms, including in our schools, our towns and our homes.

Celebrate Banned Book week — go and buy yourself a copy of one of the top 10, or check it out from the library.