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Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you’ve had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean.

Jim Guigli
Carmichael, CA

Returning Home

I wanted to draw your attention to an article that appeared in the SF Chronicle yesterday about the stalled aid in New Orleans, and the lasting devastation that Katrina brought to the lives of its residents. Now there’s a postscript.

The article detailed the cramped, exhausting, and frankly miserable life of a couple of families sharing a tiny trailer, nearly a year after the hurricane destroyed their neighborhood:

Forrest’s aunt, Denise Bienemy, 42, rises from a narrow cot in a space the size of a toilet stall that serves as a dining room, living room, bedroom and hallway. She reaches over the head of Tawana Johnson, her nephew Michael Forrest’s girlfriend, to get a jar of tomato sauce from the shelf.

Anthony emerges from his bed, wedged into the triangular space behind the bathroom three paces away, and slumps into Bienemy’s spot at the diminutive dining table. To give him more room — their knees are almost touching — Johnson gets up and leaves the trailer, squeezing past Bridget Forrest, Bienemy’s sister and Anthony’s mother.

It’s full of passages like this, describing an almost balletic routine of accomodation the Forrests and Bienemys have had to develop simply in order to share their close quarters.

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What These Guys Are Really Afraid Of

The Forbes story that won’t die (not to mention the lame efforts by Forbes to send the story — and an earlier one by the same author that began, “Wife or whore?” — down the memory hole) are given the Rebecca Traister treatment here.

Traister hits on something that I wanted to address yesterday when I read Jill’s piece below and then about how money affects divorce rates: these retrograde articles trying to push women back into the kitchen and get them married and pregnant and keep them that way are motivated by one thing: fear.

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Why You Should Marry a Career Bitch

I’m sure that the Forbes article made a few guys kinda nervous about their relationships with working women. But never fear, dudes — even if you marry a working chick, you can totally still benefit! Hipster Pit explains, in a fabulous piece that Forbes enthusiasts willl love. Brilliant.

via Gawker, which also has some choice words for Michael Noer.

The Pill Price-Hike

Wherein low-income women lose out once again (and wherein Slate almost redeems itself).

No one much noticed, but thousands of family-planning clinics across the country went into a tailspin last month. They were reacting to a drastic price increase by Ortho-McNeil, a major supplier of birth-control pills and maker of the popular contraceptive patch. The company used to charge publicly funded clinics as little as a penny a pack for the pills. Then, as of July 1, the price of some pills jumped to more than $18 a pack. Ortho’s move was apparently legal under federal pricing rules. But it’s anybody’s guess as to why the company chose to do this now, without giving the clinics any real notice.

As a result of the price hike, publicly funded clinics from Maine to New Mexico are running short on popular contraception products, scrambling to find reasonably priced generics, and scaling back on the choices they offer low-income women. Chronically underfunded, the clinics are in no shape to absorb this blow, especially now. The number of women in need of subsidized contraception is rising, while new and expensive advances in screening and prevention, like the HPV vaccine, are coming on line. Yet the national press has ignored the story of the Ortho price hike, which the Charleston Gazette in West Virginia broke in late July.

From a penny to $18. It’s low-income women who will be hit the hardest, and you can bet that few people will be standing up for them.

But so far, the episode demonstrates just how strapped—and politically friendless—the clinics that serve poor women are. Funding for Title X has been shortchanged for years. It’s unlikely to get a boost in 2007, despite the growing number of women who need help paying for contraception. Poor women need a full range of birth-control choices and better access to care, not higher prices and cutbacks at the clinics on which they rely.

Word.

Not Getting It

Slate’s defense of that Forbes article: It’s gender-neutral, we swear!

The blogs entries collected by Technorati accuse Forbes of culling the academic literature for fodder that will shove women back into the kitchen; send them back to the 1950s; and force them to put their buns in the oven and get their buns in bed.

But I’ve yet to read a blog item or a protesting e-mail from a reader that convinces me that the article—as opposed to the deliberately provocative headline—really insults women, career or otherwise.

Point one: The headline. “Don’t marry a career woman” sounds fairly insulting to career women — it says that there’s something sufficiently wrong with them to avoid marriage. If the article were titled, for example, “Don’t marry Jack Shafer,” I could see why Jack Shafer would find it insulting, even if the reasons given for not marrying Jack Shafer could apply to all Slate employees, or all journalists, or all people.

Some of the sensational findings presented in the Forbes piece appear to be gender-neutral and hence don’t bait feminists at all. For instance, Noer holds that the literature indicates that “highly educated people are more likely to have had extra-marital sex,” and “individuals who earn more than $30,000 a year are more likely to cheat.” So, if career women are bad marriage bets, so are career men. It’s a wash.

Well, no. Because the article wasn’t about how career people are bad marriage bets. It was specifically about how career women are bad marriage bets, even if the reasons that it gave to support that assertion could be applied just as easily to men. I would even argue that the fact that the statistics behind the author’s assumptions are applicable to working people in general underlies feminists’ point that the article is deeply sexist — the writer takes what are often gender-neutral findings and applies them only to women, as evidence for why men should avoid us. That does bait feminists, and it is misogynist.

Noer also cautions against marrying career women because it’s “financially devastating.” “[D]ivorced people see their overall net worth drop an average of 77%.” But if your overall net worth is going to drop an average of 77 percent, wouldn’t you want your net worth to be higher, which it could be if you marry a career woman, as opposed lower with a non-career woman?

Um, yeah. But he uses that as another reason why you shouldn’t marry a career woman. And this is where Shafer misses the boat through the rest of his piece. He’s making a lot of the same arguments that feminists are — that the Forbes article sites studies that could be interpreted in lots of different ways, and that the reasons they give for not marrying career women aren’t very good at all. Shafter seems to think that this somehow delegitimizes feminist anger over the piece, when in fact feminists are angry because it’s yet another article that reinstates traditional gender roles and seeks to remind us that if we’re successful or employed or at all independent, men won’t want us. It emphasizes the idea that male approval is the most important goal for women. And it takes, as Shafer points out, relatively gender-neutral observations and uses them as weapons against women in particular. That’s why it’s sexist, and that’s why we’re angry.

I’m also irritated at Shafer’s condescending tone and use of the word “careerist,” but that’s another matter. I should probably stop typing now, as I wouldn’t want to break a nail.

It Would Be The Best Episode of Being Bobby Brown EVER!

Get this: Osama bin Laden has a major crush on Whitney Houston, and he’s talked about killing Bobby Brown to get him out of the way.

Supposedly, bin Laden has a “paramount desire” for Houston booty, though he’s conflicted due to his hatred of music in general and syrupy, bombastic pop ballads in particular (OK, we’re projecting). Osama also seemed willing to break his “color rule” for Houston and make her an official wife. To accomplish this, the al Qaeda leader even contemplated a hit on Houston’s husband Bobby Brown. Such dramatics, considering all he needs to tempt her to his harem is a nice fat bag of crack.

Maybe that shoe really *was* following Bobby.