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Wednesday Dog Blogging

On Friday I will be en route to NYC, and unable to dog-blog. Plus I will be leaving my adorable canine at home, and so dog-blogging will not resume until May at the earliest (unless I dig into my massive archive of adorable Ferris pictures). So now, adorable puppy pictures:

A nice staring contest
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Adorable and physically perfect Ferris, with your hideous and helplessly flawed blogger. (just kidding, just kidding…)
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A Follow-Up

to yesterday’s very short post on the discussion board about how I’m hideous and a fat ugly pig. And it’s a long one, and I’m on a lot of painkillers, so please excuse typos or anything that just doesn’t make sense. I was a little bit in shock, and a little bit upset, when I first read the message board, so I didn’t really get into why I even posted it or why it bothered me so much. And I do appreciate all the comments, but the point of the post wasn’t to say, “Please tell me I’m pretty!” Zuzu really summed it up when she wrote, “These guys are obviously assholes, but it bothers me that being called fat and/or hideous provokes such a strong, “But you’re not fat! You’re not ugly!” response. I could just be feeling marginalized by the idea that being fat is the worst thing a woman could be called. ”

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Long Due Corral

Get your ropes and hats, cowgirls and cowboys. It’s time for a round-up. Many of these are ancient in the Land of Blogdom, but bear with me as I dump my desktop.

The Countess takes on a particularly nasty Father’s Rights manual that details how better to break the law to get back at your ex-bitch and manipulate the courts to sway in your favor. Chances are these methods won’t work, but hell, all’s fair in love and war.

The Happy Feminist details her family’s articles of educational faith, a long story of immigration, mobility, and class consciousness. Good stuff here.

DJW of Lawyers, Guns, and Money, writes why he, too, is a feminist, a thoughtful reflection on how his grandfather was bound by gender expectations that stunted his life’s dreams. An unexpected take on how feminism benefits men with comment-worthy implications.

The good folks at Something Awful take apart a few open misogynists, and I have to say I laughed out loud.

The blogger at A Magpie’s Book of Hours offers an interesting essay written by “Fatima Mernissi, a Moroccan feminist and professor at Mohammed V University, who grew up in an enclosed harem, unable to leave except once a week when she could walk, escorted and veiled, to the Hammam, or Turkish baths,” titled Size 6: The Western Women’s Harem. There is much in this essay ripe for discussion and I’d like to see what others have to say on it.

Chad at Physician, Heal Thyself writes an awesome reflection on growing up in an age of hip hop and race consciousness and the incident that inspired his essay, the kneejerk disgust he sees in white boys criticizing the genre without much knowledge before Tupac and Biggie on an airplane. I have a few people I’d like to read this essay, see also: music dorks who like to be “in the know” and think Old School begins and ends with Tupac.

The Language Guy looks at sexist language.

I like my women like I like my chicken: battered. An exercise in “context.”

About a month ago, a woman emailed me this essay she’d written for the Margins Discussion Forum, challenging my feminism because I am not explicitly anti-porn. Although I wrote her back I didn’t get anything in return, thus I figured I’d offer it here for discussion. Please note that in her essay she feels great distress over the topic, so I’d like to honor her with any discussion by not criticizing her emotion and denigrating her for her beliefs. I’d like to address her essay at a later date, and intend to do so.

At Alternet, Deanna Zandt discusses the beginnings of a completely digital world of pornography. Some of the things mentioned in Zandt’s post and the accompanying Wired article (NSFW) have interesting implications in regards to common feminist arguments against the porn industry.

Aspazia writes in response to a former student who hates feminists and feminism. This is a strong reconsideration of the personal side of anti-feminism, and a strong defense of why feminism and other social activist groups are needed. See also: HF’s Has feminism been so successful that it is now superfluous?

Ramsin Canon of Gaper’s Block comes out swinging against the pharmacists and pharmacies that refuse to dispense emergency contraception in Phase One of Operation Barefoot and Pregnant. See also: I should stop watching informative television.

Edited to Add:
At ZNet, keeping with the porn theme I’ve got going here, Gail Dines and Robert Jensen make the case that being anti-pornography is a matter of consistency in our analyses of oppression, i.e. “pornography is to patriarchy what commercial television is to capitalism.” via The Uncommon Man

Our Vaginas, Ourselves

The NYTimes addresses designer vaginas in this snarky piece:

Indeed, it has always seemed to me that one of the singular advantages of being a woman lies precisely in the “dark continent” quality of our genital cartography. If we women don’t get to stalk around flaunting our virile equipment the way men do, we also don’t have to deal with locker-room slights or bedroom disparagements. We carry our signs of arousal – our receptivity – on the inside, as opposed to the straightforward jack-in-the-box readability of men. And although it’s true that the very structural inaccessibility of the vagina may lead to difficulties with body image (how do you go about envisioning something you can’t see?), it also serves as a kind of protection against the relentless judgment – the fierce critique – of every pixel of our appearance that women, far more than men, are inclined to. Men may have begun to worry a bit more about their drooping jowls than they used to and may be the target of those abject penile-enhancement ads that pop up all over the Internet, but 90 percent of all cosmetic procedures are performed on women. So having one less visual surface to commodify – to narrow our eyes at accusingly, checking out for acceptability or desirability in terms of size, shape and firmness – leads me to offer up silent thanks for small favors of chromosomal destiny.

Ah, but no more.

I’m glad to see I’m not the only one giggling at the author’s unfortunate last name.

Indiana Weather

We are experiencing a rather unusual burst of warm air. Today, on January 2, we have a temperature of 60 degrees. The windows are open and Ethan and I are going on a bike ride despite the tornado watch and impending rain.

I hope we get a good thunderstorm tonight.

These Are Also Not Resolutions

I too hate resolutions, and don’t believe in them. But it’s good to have some goals for the new year, right? So following Lauren’s model, here they are:

1. Do all my reading, every night.
2. Exercise. Sign up for a class if I lack the motivation to do it on my own.
3. Get back out there and socialize again. Law school is not an excuse to stay home on a Friday night, and going out is good on the self esteem. Meet people. Preferably young, handsome investment bankers. (just kidding).
4. Cut back to one caffeinated beverage a day. No more of this chai in the morning, tea in the afternoon, latte in the evening business.
5. Diversify my eating habits. It is not healthy to eat the exact same things every single day, even if those things are generally good for you. And there is more to life than indian food, salmon burgers, goat cheese on baguettes, and pasta.
6. Be a better friend, and actually make an effort to call and go out with the people I care about more often.
7. Quit being so damn judgmental. Be nicer.
8. Stop biting my nails (this will not happen).
9. Read something other than blogs, law books, the New York Times, and the New Yorker. Like a book, maybe.
10. Do something unrelated to law school. Take an Italian class in the evening so I don’t forget everything, or pick up the violin and remind myself how to play.
11. Be a better blogger.

Now let’s see how many of these actually get done. Number 11 may have to wait, as I’m getting my wisdom teeth out on Tuesday and so I’ll probably be out for a couple days. As soon as I get back to New York (January 6th), blogging will pick up with more regularity.