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Cutting Fat Doesn’t Cut Heart Disease Risk

I’ve been saying it all along: A low-fat diet isn’t the answer.

Based entirely on my non-scientific experience living in Italy, I think a diet rich in natural foods is best, even if those foods are high in fat (like olive oil). People long before me have lauded the virtues of the Mediterranean diet, and I’m a strong believer. Processed foods, and foods with lots of preservatives, are going to be harder for your body to break down. Better to eat pure creme fraiche than a box of Snackwells.

Of course, like I said, this is based on nothing other than the fact that both times I lived abroad, my body felt 100 times better than it had when I was in the states. I ate more, and was less active, but didn’t gain weight. My entire system just felt cleaner. I never got stomach aches, or felt sick after eating. And, my mom recently sent me a National Geographic article naming Sardinians as some of the longest-living people in the world. So I believe it.

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Swill

Charming. Diet wine, pitched to women by playing to their insecurities:

This off-the-mark targeting reaches its full height with White Lie, Beringer Blass’ new lower-calorie, lower-alcohol wine for women. The marketing of this Chardonnay revolves around the maxim “a little white lie never hurt anyone.” Minor fibs like “My hair is naturally this color,” are printed on the red label under the White Lie name, in florid cursive, and an additional lie—”But it was on sale”; “I can’t wait for football season”—is offered on each cork. The company has even enlisted the talents of chick-lit author Jennifer Weiner (Good in Bed; In Her Shoes) to pen an endorsement of the wine and judge its promotional short-story contest.

Great. It’s the Chick Lit of wines.

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Performance-Enhancing Soft Drinks… For Four-Year-Olds

No, it’s not a joke. The latest sports drink, Spark, is being marketed to kids between the ages of 4 and 11, and contains as much caffeine as in a cup of coffee — purportedly to encourange athletic performance (another version of the drink contains twice as much caffeine and is being marketed to teenagers and adults).

Not only is caffeine probably not the best thing to be giving young children, but putting it in a sports drink implies that (a) improved athletic ability is more important than physical health, and (b) in order to perform at your peak, you have to take an enhancement drug. That’s a dangerous mindset to project onto children.

In an advertisement on its Web site for youth products, AdvoCare described an elementary school wrestler as a “high-performance athlete” and quoted him as saying: “I feel the products are helping me grow stronger, and my focus when I’m wrestling is better. I take them before and after games and practices, even if I’m just playing football for fun with my friends.”

It also seems to be putting a lot of unnecessary pressure on elementary school kids to refer to them as high-performance athletes.

Angela B. Foster, whose 12-year-old daughter, Taylor, is featured in another endorsement for AdvoCare products, said in a telephone interview that Spark was safe and helpful for not only Taylor, who practices 20 hours a week and is hoping for a college scholarship in gymnastics, but also for her 11-year-old brother, who plays soccer and runs track, and her 7-year-old sister. “We use Spark for all of them,” Foster said.

The Foster children use the teenage and adult version, with 120 milligrams of caffeine, even though it is labeled as not for use by children. “They don’t use the kids’ stuff,” Foster said. “They said it tastes too much like Kool-Aid.”

In her endorsement for AdvoCare’s children’s products, Taylor said: “I have more energy and I like them a lot. I would suggest that anyone try them!”

Nothing like sacrificing your kids’ physical health for sports — kind of the opposite of the whole point of being an athlete, isn’t it?

Friday Random 10, 2nd ed.

I’m never as cool as Lauren (although I do constantly download the songs she lists). Bear with me anyway. I’m so glad it’s the weekend.

1. Joss Stone and Melissa Ethridge: Cry (live Janis Joplin cover)
2. Ray LaMontagne: Jolene
3. Anne Sofie von Otter and Elvis Costello: Put Your Head On My Shoulder
4. Busta Rhymes, LL Cool J and Method Man: Hit ‘Em High
5. The Pixies: Here Comes Your Man
6. The Cure: Pictures of You
7. Nirvana: The Man Who Sold the World (yeah, I’m from Seattle, what can I say…)
8. Bright Eyes: First Day of My Life
9. Belle & Sebastian: I Could Be Dreaming
10. Pavement: Stereo

Friday Random Story (this Friday only): Walking out of the subway today, I got attacked by a pigeon (I hate pigeons). That is, it flew up in my face and started beating its wings. I flailed my arms around, and yelled, “UGGGHH!” (because pigeons are disgusting). Everyone walking past starting laughing at me. I walk down half a block, and a woman who had apparently seen the whole thing from about 40 feet away, says, “Those pigeons are OUT OF CONTROL!”

I had a good laugh.

And as a final thought, I have a new game to add: Friday Random Wine I Am Drinking As I Write This. This week: Gazela, a Portugese vinho verde. Highly recommended. Serve cold.

Blonde Ambition

Today’s vanity-laced topics: hair, language and looking at American politics from Europe. Pictures will be interspursed. And it’s a fucking novel.

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Stupid Oracle

I don’t drink Starbucks. We have too many little coffee shops in town that I love to support to submit myself to Starbucks coffee. Nonetheless, as per my usual order of a grande soy latte with Irish Creme, the Starbucks Oracle labels me:

Personality type: Hippie

In addition to being a hippie, you are a hypochondriac health nut. You secretly think that your insistence on only consuming all-natural products is because you’re so intelligent and well-informed; it’s actually because you’re a sucker. You’ve dabbled in Wicca or other pseudo-religions that attract morons and have changed your sexual orientation a few times this year. You probably live in California. Everyone who drinks Grande Soy Latte with Irish Creme should be forced to eat a McDonald’s bacon cheeseburger.

Also drinks: Beverages with lots of marketing that says they’re herbal and organic
Can also be found at: Whole Foods, indoor rock climbing facilities

The funny thing is that none of this is true. I’m definitely not a hippie, a hypochondriac, or a health nut. I don’t insist on ingesting organic foods, I’ve never dabbled in Wicca, and have always been of one boring sexual orientation.

I drink soy because cow milk makes me fart. Too bad the oracle didn’t forsee that one.

via After School Snack

“Exceeding Proper Measure”

Hello everyone…Lenka from farkleberries here, proud to be guest-blogging at feministe this week!

I thought this might be a good forum to discuss something that’s been on my mind a lot lately: the increasing media and public trend of equating food with “sin,” intemperance, even immorality, especially when women are doing the eating. Strangely enough, after I decided on this morning’s topic I consulted the Virtual I Ching, and darned if both hexagrams didn’t come up as “Corners of the Mouth: Providing Nourishment“:

At the foot of the mountain, thunder:
The image of Providing Nourishment.
Thus the superior man is careful of his words
And temperate in eating and drinking.

“The superior man takes it as a pattern for the nourishment and cultivation of his character. Words are a movement going from within outward. Eating and drinking are movements from without inward. Both kinds of movement can be modified by tranquillity. For tranquillity keeps the words that come out of the mouth from exceeding proper measure, and keeps the food that goes into the mouth from exceeding its proper measure. Thus character is cultivated.”

Excusing the androcentric language of the ancient oracle, we read in these old words the same prejudicial sentiment that underlies the belief that overweight people, especially women, are somehow inferior to those that are not – and that women should not only be thin, but they should just be “temperate in their use of words,” and just shut up.

On that note, a little about my personal experience with weight. After being a very thin teenager (5′ 3″ and 92 pounds without really trying; my high school nurse was concerned that I might be anorexic) until about age 20, I rose to a high of about 165 pounds about 6 years later. I did eventually lose the weight again, although like many people I’ve had alternating periods of lower and higher body weights that have depended on my emotional state, my job, and my relationship status. Currently I’m about midway between these two weights, and to be perfectly honest, although I’m still about 20 pounds above my Met Life actuarial “ideal weight,” I feel as though this is the “right” weight for this point in my life. Fortunately, I’ve concluded that I am most content with myself and my body where I am, and in retrospect I realize that during both my very “thin” and very “heavy” phases, I was experiencing some level of depression and unhappiness.

Although I received positive feedback from my always-skinny parents on my “shape” when was extra-thin, for me, being thin did not equate with being happy. However, like much of our society, they simply assumed that when my weight was down, I was “successful and cheery.” For me, optimal balance is not necessarily where society decrees my “proper measure” to be.

But at those times when I’ve been heavier, I did notice that I somehow became “invisible” to the outside world. One of the effects I saw was that people at sales desks or in other positions of service would frequently overlook me for other, thinner shoppers, even when I had tried to get their attention first. Part of me thought I was imagining things, or being paranoid. After some time, I realized I wasn’t imagining it.

Today, I read this story about a Rice Unversity study that examined prejudice against overweight female shoppers [via Brutal Women] at a large Houston shopping mall. Apparently, it’s true: if you are overweight, salespeople will treat you like a second-class citizen:

Sales clerks tend to subtly discriminate against overweight shoppers but treat them more favorably if they perceive that the individual is trying to lose weight, according to a study by Rice University researchers.

The research, conducted in a large Houston shopping mall, will be presented in a poster session at the annual conference of the Society for Industrial and Organizational Psychology (SIOP) April 15-17 in Los Angeles. SIOP singled out the study as the most outstanding student contribution to the conference by selecting it for the organization’s John C. Flanagan Award…The researchers used female participants only for their study because research consistently shows that women are judged and stigmatized on the basis of weight and appearance more than men are, King said.

Ten average-weight Caucasian women between the ages of 19 and 28 played the role of customer in four different scenarios: an average-weight shopper in casual attire, an average-weight shopper in professional attire, an obese shopper (the result of a size 22 obesity prosthetic worn under the clothing) in casual attire and an obese shopper in professional attire. Following a memorized script, the shoppers sought assistance with picking out a birthday gift in various stores; after each shopping experience, they filled out a questionnaire evaluating the way they were treated by the sales clerk. A tape recorder in their purse captured the conversations so that the sales clerks’ tone, inflection and choice of words could be analyzed. In addition, the researchers stationed an observer in the store within hearing range of the shopper to provide a second opinion of how each interaction fared by filling out a questionnaire after each shopping experience.

Based on data from interactions in 152 stores in a large mall, the researchers found greater levels of interpersonal discrimination directed toward obese shoppers than toward average-weight shoppers. The findings were based on the observers’ and customers’ reports of the sales clerks’ eye contact, friendliness, rudeness, smile, premature ending of the interaction, length of interaction time, and negative language and tone. Almost three-fourths of the sales clerks were women.

“One of the most stigmatized groups is the obese because their problem is perceived to be controllable,” King said. She noted that in her study, the casually dressed obese shoppers experienced more interpersonal discrimination than the professionally dressed obese shoppers and both the casually dressed and professionally dressed average-weight shoppers. The professional attire implied that the obese shopper was making an effort to improve her appearance, which removed the justification for prejudice, King said.

The next phase of the study seemed to bear that analysis out. Seven women between the ages of 19 and 24 (six Caucasian, one Hispanic) took on the role of obese and non-obese shoppers, but another variable was added: the shopper carried either a diet cola or an ice cream drink. The diet-cola drinker called attention to her drink and mentioned that she’s on a diet and just completed a half marathon. The shopper with the ice cream drink also called attention to her beverage and mentioned that she’s not on a diet and could never run a half marathon.

Based on interactions conducted in 66 stores, interpersonal discrimination did not differ between average-weight shoppers regardless of whether they were carrying the diet cola or the ice cream drink, or between obese shoppers who drank the diet beverage. As King noted, the perception that the latter group was making an effort to lose weight lowered the justification for discrimination against them. The obese shoppers with the ice cream drink received the greatest amount of interpersonal discrimination, presumably because they fit the stereotype of overweight people as being lazy.

Perhaps the results of this study don’t come as surprising news, but the research does prove what many of us suspected all along. The article goes on to mention that the women who experienced weight-related informal discrimination filled out questionnaires detailing their satisfaction with their shopping experience, how much they spent, and whether they would shop at that establishment again. Many of them spent considerably less when they were treated poorly, and would not return to the store in the future. Clearly, even informal weight discrimination impacts businesses’ bottom line.

Looking beyond this study, we see evidence of contradictory messages consumers receive regarding their consumption habits. While some merchants intentionally or unwittingly discriminate against larger-size customers, other marketers like restaurants that may occupy the same venues are increasingly advertising not only “super size” items, but “super-super-size” items with gruesomely high calorie counts that colloqually go by the name “food porn.”

The term is apt. Even if many women aren’t indulging in 1,400-calorie hamburgers, societal perception of overindulgence in food increasingly tags women as not only sloppy or intemperate, but downright sinful. Observe how people – especially women – police themselves when selecting from a buffet or dishing up family style. Men and other women often think nothing of expressing comments like “you sure must be hungry!” “you’re sure you want to eat all that?” “Something you’re not telling us, dear? You’re not eating for two, are you? (wink, wink)”

Ironically, the more food (incorrectly) becomes associated with immorality or forbidden pleasure, the more out of touch we become with our real bodies and our natural appetites. Much has been written about the so-called “French Paradox” and the idea that European women are statistically less obese than American women. My theory? Woman abroad are probably far less uptight about eating in general, and know how to enjoy food without viewing every bite as a crime against prevailing standards of beauty.

Food isn’t the enemy, but our internalized and socially sanctioned toxic attitudes about women, nourishment and body image certainly are.

UPDATE: I just want to clarify something in my post that may be unclear, as it was taken out of context on Joel’s post, mentioned in the comments. He makes some valid detailed points in his disagreement with my post, but the point I am responding to was his mention of my “struggle with anorexia”‘:

Hello Joel –

Thank you for the detailed response.

May I correct something you wrote in your post? You mention that “Lenka has a history of anorexia. I do not wish to belittle her struggle against this disease.”

Actually, Joel, I do not have a history of anorexia, or of any other eating disorder. What I wrote in the post was that in my teen years, I weighed about 92 pounds – on the low side of normal weight for my height, but I was a normal eater with a healthy teen appetite.

However, I was quite skinny with a very small frame, and the high school nurse notified my parents that my low weight was of concern. Anorexia is of course a serious issue for young girls, but that, fortunately, was not a problem. In the twenty years since then, I’ve had fluctuations mainly in my jobs (some sedentary, some rather active) and exercise levels which are at the root of those weight changes.

I just wanted to address that specific point.

By the way, thank you for the detailed follow up…yes, this Rice U. study did only address the experiences women in the test group, but if the test group were composed of men, I am sure there would be similar effects.

In case anyone’s curious, that current “comfortable weight” I mentioned is 138 pounds. Not terribly high, but still 20 pounds overweight according to those Met Life tables. 😉

Basketball and a Bad, Bad Mood

I’m in a sour mood today, therefore holing myself up in the house and making some garbage soup. Fresh okra is available this time of year, and that’s one thing that makes the soup so damn good. That and the tobasco sauce.

I’ll also be working on Clapotis, cleaning house, and drinking coffee even though I practically gave it up months ago. Pablo also informs me that his litter box needs emptied (he must have learned to read, write, and type when I was out last night – and with such good grammar!).

On days like this my mood requires a quarantine. It may very well be contagious.

In the meantime, read about feminist conflict over Jerry Falwell’s Liberty University women’s basketball team becoming part of the Sweet Sixteen. Roni sent me this story, but being no sports expert have very little to say on the subject. Roni says,

So a man who hates feminists, hates political correctness, and rejects socialism was seen sitting courtside and cheering on his women’s basketball team. Talk about Twilight Zone.

Remember Title IX, anyone?

There is also an interesting discussion taking place at Women’s Hoops regarding (presumably) anti-feminist women taking advantage of feminist advancements in athletics. Women’s Hoops is a very cool site that talks about everything from women in basketball to athletic politics to Title IX.

Dr. B weighs in as well on the subject with Women’s Sports and Sexuality.