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The Devil’s Tongue

As a supplement to Alley Rat’s upcoming post on Kerner’s She Comes First, I offer a post about a tongue. A plant’s “tongue”, that is.

Yesterday, a specimen of Hydrosome rivieri, one of a a class of plants commonly referred to as the “Devil’s Tongue”, bloomed here at one of the greenhouses on the Indiana University Bloomington campus. I didn’t get a chance to experience the smell, which is described as that of rotting flesh, but I was able to take a few pictures. The strategy behind the odor is to attract pollinators. (You can find information on a related species, Amorphophallus titanum, here, and pictures of this much larger plant can be found here.)

The Hydrosome rivieri pictured here is in its second day of full bloom, and I hear it does this on an annual basis. I have more pictures to share for those who are interested. Just email me.

I also thought this would also be a good post to contribute to National Poetry Month. I’m not a poet, but I like to think that I know what I like. Here’s one of my favorites from E. E. Cummings. Consider this a supplement to a supplement.

if within tonight’s erect
everywhere of black muscles fools
a weightless slowness(deftly

muting the world’s texture with drifted

gifts of featheriest slenderness and
how gradually which sescending are suddenly
received)or by doomfull connivance

accurately thither and hither myself

struts unremembered(rememberingly
with in both pockets curled hands moves)
why then toward morning he is a ghost whom

assault these whispering fists of hail

(and a few windows awaken certain faces
busily horribly blunder through new light
hush we are made of the same thing as perhaps

nothing,he murmurs carefully lying down)

[Note: This is poem XVI from Part Four of Is 5.]

I guess I’ll modestly introduce myself here. I’m Ryan of Imposter Syndrome. I live in Bloomington, IN, which is just proof positive that I’m drawn to liberal oases. Check out my blog for even nerdier discussions.

Sin and same-sex marriage

My name is Enyo and I’ll be a guest blogger this week. My blog is Redfish. I’m sorry about this post being a bit scattered, but I just haven’t been able to get my thought together very coherently.

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I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about same-sex marriage recently. I believe that banning same-sex marriage is a violation of civil rights; I am in favour of legalizing it.

When the same-sex marriage debate erupted in Ontario, and I waited to hear logical, coherent arguments against legalizing same-sex marriage.

Three years later, I’m still waiting.

Since I’m not Christian, it isn’t surprising that I find religious arguments somewhat less than convincing, but my disagreement with the arguments presented goes beyond my lack of belief in Jesus Christ. Religious-based arguments advocating for a ban on same-sex marriage don’t make sense. Not even internal sense based on the belief system from which they arise.

I have a hard time explaining what I mean by this, so I’d like to provide some links to someone who provides an example of what a consistent Christian position on homosexuality and same-sex marriage could look like. R.J. Anderson is a fellow Canadian and an evangelical Christian who believes homosexuality is a sin and has written posts about her views on Gay Marriage, Gay Marriage II and Homophobia:

“So to have an attitude of “fear and hatred” against those who commit a particular type of sin, just because it isn’t a sin that I personally happen to be engaged in, would be arrant hypocrisy, to say the least.”

Thoughts?

-Enyo Harlley
enyo_harlley@yahoo.ca

Throwback Nation

Hello again from Robert, better know as randomliberal. As I said in my one post during Project Guest Blog, I am a college student at Texas Christian University in Fort Worth, TX. I’m a political science major with a minor (possibly a double-major…depends on how long I want to be in school) in history. I work in the TCU library moving books around; while I am working, I tend to get distracted and pick up interesting looking books and start reading. Sometimes the books are interesting enough to actually check out and read more thoroughly.

The most recent of those books is A Time of Silence: Civil War and the Culture of Repression in Franco’s Spain, 1936-1945 by Michael Richards. Before reading this book, I had very little knowledge of the Spanish Civil War, beyond the fact that the Fascists won. A Time of Silence details the actions of the rebellion, led by General Francisco Franco, as they used violence to quash opposition in rebel-controlled areas of Spain. It also tells of the beginnings of the nationalist movement that led to the original failed coup attempt, which led to the civil war.

The nationalist/fascist movement was supported by two main Spanish elements: big business and the Spanish Catholic Church. Since the Republican Revolution of the early 20th century, the Church had been warning of moral decay among the populace. The liberal, capitalist, Republican system was causing the people, at least in the urban areas, to believe that they no longer needed the Church in order to be happy. The fascist movement promised a return to the good old days of hierarchy and forced religiosity if they won the war. Franco presented himself as the 2nd coming of Queen Isabel (only more masculine), who unified Spain in the late 15th century and proceded to kick out or kill everyone who wasn’t Catholic and European (ie, the Jews and the Moors who lived in the south). He promised that he would restore morality to Spain, and severely punish all who did not follow.

As a part of this new-old Spain, Franco lifted up

the Spanish peasantry as the mass embodiment of immortal religious and racial virtues, militarism and martial values, the negation of liberalism, socialism and feminism, and the idea of a national unity and a spiritual and material resurgence based on myths of empire, Reconquest and Counter-Reformation.

However, after the Civil War ended and the fascists, with Franco at the head, came to power, the peasants were virtually ignored. The new Spanish government did nothing for the masses, instead giving businesses carte blanche over their employees. Wages plummeted even as prices rose. Workers were even denied the right to organize, as unions were seen as socialist.

This is an excellent book for anyone who wants to learn more about the rise of fascism in Spain, or even if you are simply looking for a book on how fascism rises anywhere. I have also found it a little…disconcerting…but I am going to let this semi-review stand on its own for now.

Robert

PS–Thank you very much, Lauren, for allowing me to raid your blog for a few days. Since you told me to plug my blog, here it is: Random Liberal & Small Town Liberal.

NPM: Christina Rossetti

Although I prefer the moralistic mysticism of Christina Rossetti’s The Goblin Market, this one seems most appropriate. This one is for Dad.

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

“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. 😉

Even in Sweden

So, I’m accustomed to thinking that, while no country is perfect, the Scandanavians have gotten a bunch of stuff right. I’m accustomed to thinking this is especially true on gender issues, where woman have a more prominent public role than really anywhere else that readily comes to mind. Then, this morning, the New York Times publishes This distressing piece about the Swedes.

It says, in relevant part:

We’ve had to change our picture of ourselves in Sweden,” said Maria Carlshamre, a former television journalist who acknowledged last summer to viewers, against the station’s wishes, that her husband had abused her for a decade. “We are not the gender equality champions of the world.”

The turmoil began a year ago with the Amnesty International report, which took Sweden to task for failing to adequately curb violence against women and help victims cope with their situations. The organization also cited spotty prosecutions, vague statistics, old-fashioned judges and unresponsive local governments.

The report praised Sweden’s laws as “unambiguous,” but warned that “strongly worded legislation is not in itself a sufficient instrument to ensure women’s right to a life without violence.”

The group concluded that acts of violence against women had spiraled upward in Sweden in the last 15 years, a jump that could not be explained away as merely a greater willingness by women to report the incidents. The number of police reports filed for assault against women increased 40 percent in the 1990’s, according to the Swedish National Council for Crime Prevention.

In the category of outrageous messenger-shooting, this is what happened to the woman brave enough to shake the country awake:

Ms. Carlshamre said she was fired because her bosses, fearing slander charges, had warned that the topic was off limits. She then ran for a seat in the European Parliament on an anti-violence platform, and won. “Now you can’t talk about battered women like ‘them’ anymore,” she said. “It’s no longer about poor women on the fringe of society.”

(Emphasis mine.)

So what is going on here? Is the whole edifice of relative gender equality in Scandanavia, or at least Sweden, a facade? I’m guessing not. More likely, I think, the lesson to take is that the barrier between the public and private is stubborn, and that it is possible to make great gains in where women stand in relation to men in public, without corresponding gains in private.

It seems strange to me that men could become accustomed to seeing women as equals, professional peers, bosses, legislators and judges, etc. out in the world, and then could close the bedroom door and beat their wives and girlfriends. Can it really be the same guys that treat female colleagues with respect, then hit those they profess to love? Or is this a secret backlash; a large population of incorrigibles who may have to give the appearance of accepting women in public, but vent their rage at the changing world on the one woman they can get behind closed doors?

I’m afraid it’s the former, or some of both. I make assumptions about how my male peers treat women generally from how I see them treat their female colleagues. Maybe the two are more independent than I have let myself believe.

Horowitz Is Coming to Town

Bloomington that is. You may know my feelings on David Horowitz and his meddling in Hoosier affairs. He’ll be here on the Indiana University campus this Thursday for a stop on his whirlwind “Silencing the Liberal Majority” Tour. Here’s the listing from the Union Board:

Date: Thursday, April 7, 2005
Time: 7 p.m.
Location: IU Auditorium
Cost: FREE to all
Mr. Horowitz will be discussing the Academic Bill of Rights. The lecture will be followed by a Q&A session.

I’ll be there, but I won’t be heckling. That is unless you consider embarrassing Horowitz with a pointed question “heckling”.

For all the lefty Hoosiers out there, point and laugh at the Hoosier Review for getting the location of the event wrong.

Thinking about (ick!) Reality Television

I am Thomas. I am guest-blogging. If you know me at all, you know me from my comments here, and at Feministing and Mouse Words.

This from Feministing. Now, we can all be adults and admit that we have each succumbed and watched some crappy reality television (though each of us probably secretly thinks that the garbage everyone else watches is worse than the garbage we watch). Or, even if we don’t own a television, Idol and some of the others are so ubiquitous that events on these shows have been treated by the MSM as real news. In an effort to keep this phenomenon from further atrophying my brain, I’d like to pause to actually think about it.

Some contestants in game shows called “reality TV” get kicked off for making porn (define it how you like). Some don’t. Some get kicked off for committing acts of domestic violence (I’m speaking of Big Brother, here). It looks like many more don’t — This jerk, the guy from “Who Wants To Marry A Multimillionaire” and others.

Here’s the question: is it completely ideosyncratic? Do producers just wing it? Are the networks or producers actually trying to apply criteria of any kind?

I assume at some level, they are just trying to maximize the audience and keep the advertisers from getting skittish. But are they flying blind? Do they test run each contestant “scandal” by some advertisers before making a decision? How does this work? Of course, what they do in the end is a reflection of their biases no matter how they purport to reason to the conclusion — but that doesn’t mean it isn’t important to know how they get there.

Guests, Ahoy!

I’ve enlisted several people to guestblog for me, most of whom participated in Open Blog Day last month. I’ll be in every now and then to post a poem, and of course, host the FRT and pictures of dear Pablo on Friday.

Keep an eye out. We’ve got some killer voices on the way.

There Once Was a Girl From Nantucket

In honor of National Poetry Month, I will PayPal five dollars to the first person that can turn this post into a limerick using the words “rectify” and “analysis.” AND, you have to make me laugh out loud.

Not much of a challenge, or pay-off, but I’m feeling generous.