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Guestblogging Is Hard Work

This indentured servant was very busy today and will be tomorrow, but do note I have a guest post at Rude Pundit with real content scheduled to appear Friday morning. Yes, it is rude, and no, Mom, you probably don’t want to read it. I kiss you with this filthy mouth.

This may not be what Susie et al. were talking about when they asked us why we don’t blog about sex in their sex blogging panel at BlogHer. I figured we cover the birth control angle enough as it is, and hey, one has to start somewhere.

No comments there, so feel free to bring them back to this post.

Arrrgh.

Even the Vicodin can’t take the edge off this one. I’m watching Without a Trace on TNT. It’s the Tranny Episode, about a transwoman who goes missing. I have a strong suspicion that she won’t be one of the lucky victims to emerge alive from her ordeal. There was the requisite boyfriend in the dark who had a violent reaction to the big reveal. I was actually really excited, because when they questioned him, he said he regretted turning on her like that, and said that he wished he had her back.

But then. The hot young FBI agents went to talk to the surgeon who performed surgery on this woman. They notified him that they were worried that she might have been the victim of a hate crime. He responded (I might be paraphrasing, but not too much), “That doesn’t surprise me. A lot of men and women in transition are desperate for love and attention and they look for it in all the wrong places.”

Victim-blaming motherfuckers. It is true that transpeople–largely transwomen if we’re talking about hate-motivated murders–do sometimes get killed by intimate partners and by johns–Gwen Araujo was murdered by men with whom she had been intimate. Her behavior is not the issue, which should go without saying.

We get killed for the same reasons, and in much the same circumstances, as the victims of other hate crimes. Whenever we are visible, we are in danger. Whenever we are known, we are in danger. Other queer people are also the victims of hate crimes involving family, friends, spouses, and sexual partners. Trina Schart Hyman’s husband broke her jaw when she came out to him. We don’t get murdered because we trust the wrong people or have the temerity to try to fuck like normal people. We don’t get murdered because we hate ourselves–internalized transphobia is not the problem. We get murdered because there are people out there who murder transsexuals.

Here’s hoping she’s not going to turn up dead.

The Feminists Killed Kitty Genovese

Is there anything that we can’t blame feminism for?

From the comments over at Dawn Eden’s place, we have some deep thoughts about marriage, women, and how feminists have totally fucked shit up. And apparently, it’s our fault when a woman is stabbed to death and none of the 38 onlookers call the police:

I believe that Planned Parenthood, NARAL, et al. are in a sense responsible for instances like the Kitty Genovese case.

NARAL sorts are, in a nutshell, saying to the larger community:
“Don’t impose your morals on me. Get your rosaries out of my ovaries. It’s my choice. I’m autonomous. No man’s gonna’ tell me what to do…”

The weary response of the community is to say (specifically, here, to the young women in society):
“OK. OK. Alright, already. I won’t butt into your life. Do whatever the heck you wan’t. Go get your &*%#$ abortion. Go, sleep with a dozen men per week.”

Genovese was left to die by a society that had gotten the message, so to speak, that truly modern sorts don’t meddle in one another’s affairs.

To put a finer tip on my point, the upshot is that men and women are told, more and more, to disassociate from one another. In a world where no one harrasses one another, also no one counsels or helps the other.

Aside from her assailant, Kitty was autonomous in the ally.

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Dammit, Barbara! Life Begins at Penetration!

From Gawker, an amusing tale of a wingnut losing her shit on The View over Plan B:

It’s rare that The View’s resident pretty-but-dumb blonde Elisabeth Hasselbeck says more than 3 seconds worth of right-wing drivel, but when she does, it’s out of passion. Today the ladies (with special guest co-host Lisa Loeb) discussed the over-the-counter availability of morning-after pill Plan B, and of course this sent young Hasselbeck into a tizzy of earnest “life begins at penetration” arguments, getting herself so worked up that her voice slipped into the trying-not-to-cry quiver. Den mother Barbara Walters eventually had to step in and calm the girl down; after the segment, we’re certain that Hasselbeck stomped off to her room and slammed the door. “You’ll never understand me, Barbara! I hate this family! I can’t wait till I go to college and get away from you people!”

Be sure to watch the video.

Kinda makes you miss Star Jones.

So All I Have To Do Is Keep Them Chained Up And Half-Starved?

Lauren passed on this little item from the BBC: Study finds that hungry men prefer larger women.

A study of 61 male university students found those who were hungry were attracted to heavier women than those who were satiated.

The hungry men also paid much less attention to a woman’s body shape and regarded less curvy figures as more attractive.

The abstract of the study, published in the British Journal of Psychology, suggests that the researchers were trying to find out why male preferences for female body weight followed a consistent socio-economic pattern. You’d think general resource allocation had more to do with that than hunger qua hunger. After all, the heavier female ideal occurs in cultures where there is a lot of scarcity, and having a fleshy figure is a sign of prosperity and of having enough resources to feed oneself (as well as enough leisure not to have to work off all the calories one consumes). In cultures like ours, where not only is hunger not so widespread but the kinds of foods available to the poor are those that tend to pack on the pounds, the ideal is one of thinness — of the sort that can be achieved if one has plenty of leisure time to hit the gym and the resources to buy fresh foods.

In other words, the ideal across cultures has more to do with wealth; not only the wealth of the women themselves, but the wealth of their men. There’s a reason for arm candy.

What can be regarded as a normal and acceptable body size is also influenced by what we see, including advertising, and can change. For example, migrants from rural to urban societies show an increasing idealisation of thinner figures.

Dr Viren Swami from University College London and Dr Martin Tovée from Newcastle University believe there are biological factors at work too.

Dr Tovée explained: “Your cognitive state, your drives and your interests are dependent on your underlying physiology, your blood sugar levels and your hormone levels and these depend upon hunger.”

Except that those are transitory states, whereas cultural beauty standards are somewhat more constant. Not that they don’t change, of course — witness the shift in beauty standards from, say, Marilyn Monroe in the 50s to Twiggy in the 60s — but it takes more than a meal to make the difference.

And apparently, they didn’t test the same men both when hungry and when not hungry:

They recruited male university students as they entered or exited a campus dining hall during dinner time.

They asked the men to rate how hungry they were on a scale of one to seven. Using these responses, the researchers selected 30 hungry and 31 satiated men to take part in the study.

The men were then asked to rate the attractiveness of 50 women of varying weights, all within a healthy range, who had been photographed wearing tight grey leotards and leggings.

The hungry men rated more of the heavier women as attractive than the men who were full up.

It also doesn’t sound like they had a terribly wide selection of body types, if the weights of the women pictured were all “within a healthy range” as that is understood by the BMI-obsessed medical community.

Apparently, the researchers think that the findings are small but significant and might, given extrapolation (for instance, over time with many missed meals) could explain cultural shifts.

Maybe. But I think they’re getting closer to it when they discuss obesity and its class-relatedness:

The work could also help further our understanding of obesity, he said.

“A lot of what we are doing is looking at how flexible these representations of body size and shape are and the effect of environment. If you are growing up in an environment where you are seeing heavier body types, is this what you set your norm?

“We know that diet is related to social class and obesity tends to be class related too. So we are looking at how diet then impacts on your ideals and perceptions of what is a good or bad body shape.”

Maybe they ought not to discount the class issues.

The Elders of Zion Took Me Straight to DVD

M. Night Shyamalan’s hotly anticipated new film opens Saturday in select theatres. Zions, a follow-up to his critically-acclaimed 2002 film about aliens landing on Earth, chronicles the dark night of the soul of another defrocked minister (Mel Gibson), who thinks the planet might be on the verge of another invasion–this time, from within.

Gibson plays Reverend Turner, a grieving widower and ex-leader of a small rural community. Strange things have been happening lately in Opus Dei. Cattle mutilation, strange animal behavior, disappearing Christian babies. Most of the townsfolk are convinced that the events are a series of coincidences, or perhaps a harmless prank. Turner suspects it might be something more sinister. Something more…Jewish.

His growing suspicions are confirmed by the appearance of Crop Stars of David in several of the fields bordering the town, including his own. The rest of the townsfolk dismiss his theories as the rantings of a disturbed man, but the audience isn’t so sure, especially when shadowy figures in black hats begin to appear on news reports around the world.

Turner holes up in his farmhouse with a hunting rifle and a bottle of Maker’s Mark, and Shyamalan artfully builds the suspense as the Jew sightings–and Turner’s blood-alcohol level–increase. Turner begins to wonder if the Jews were perhaps responsible for his wife’s death…but was Turner himself the culprit? Shyamalan tells the story of the accident in broken flashbacks, and the audience begins to wonder if perhaps Turner’s alcoholism is responsible both for the Jewish invasion and the car crash. Gibson turns in a virtuosic performance as a raving, paranoid drunk.

Shyamalan doesn’t reveal the truth until the final few minutes of the film, when every audience assumption about Turner’s character and grip on reality are destroyed in an explosion of action and suspense. This critic was on the edge of his seat during this story of a man who might have uncovered a vast conspiracy…or who might just really hate Jews.

(Hat tip to Bad Reporter (go to sfgate.com for the link to his excellent parody, which I just kind of ripped off; I can’t access it right now.))

From Serbia, With Love

Arrived in Belgrade this evening — by way of a tiny propeller plane. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so terrified in my life. The plan was to relax, send some emails and go to bed early, but the manager of the hostel I’m staying in looked at my passport and discovered that it’s my birthday tomorrow and told everyone, so I’ve been persuaded to go out and start celebrating at midnight.

Tomorrow I’ll be exploring Belgrade, and I’m really excited. It looked pretty interesting out of the taxi window at dusk, so we’ll see if it holds up in the daylight.

And best of all, the hostel I’m staying at has free internet access (and clean bathrooms, thank god). So I’ll try to get around to posting some Istanbul pictures tomorrow. Perhaps even better, I’m not in New York, where it was 117 degrees today with the heat index. Good luck, Zuzu!