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Calling All Computer Nerds

Or anyone who knows anything about computers, really. I’m probably going to be buying a new computer sometime in the next month. It needs to be a laptop, and it cannot be a Mac (nothing personal, it’s just that Macs don’t work with the law school test-taking software). I’m looking for something light and ideally compact (I go back and forth on the idea of typing on a little keyboard and staring at a small screen, but I think the convenience factor outweighs those things — thoughts?). I also obviously want something that’s going to last for a while, since I am not a big electronic toys person (I don’t even own an ipod) and will be irritated if I have to buy another computer in a year or two. I’ll be carrying it back and forth to school every day, and I fall a lot, so durability is important. I am unfortunately not joking.

Budget is $2000 or less (hopefully less). I’ll be looking at Consumer Reports at some point, but since you all appear to use computers, I thought I’d check here first. Any thoughts, tips, recommendations, etc would be greatly appreciated.

The Rape of Mr. Smith

via Tyra (whose blog I, the bad blog-reader, just discovered — but it’s fantastic, go check it out) in the comments of the Feminist Rape Apologists post:

The law discriminates against rape victims in a manner which would not be tolerated by victims of any other crime. In the following example, a holdup victim is asked questions similar in form to those usually asked a victim of rape.

“Mr. Smith, you were held up at gunpoint on the corner of 16th and Locust?”
“Yes.”
“Did you struggle with the robber?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“He was armed.”
“Then you made a conscious decision to comply with his demands rather than to resist?”
“Yes.”
“Did you scream? Cry out?”
“No. I was afraid.”
“I see. Have you ever been held up before?”
“No.”
“Have you ever given money away?”
“Yes, of course–”
“And did you do so willingly?”
“What are you getting at?”
“Well, let’s put it like this, Mr. Smith. You’ve given away money in the past–in fact, you have quite a reputation for philanthropy. How can we be sure that you weren’t contriving to have your money taken from you by force?”
“Listen, if I wanted–”
“Never mind. What time did this holdup take place, Mr. Smith?”
“About 11 p.m.”
“You were out on the streets at 11 p.m.? Doing what?”
“Just walking.”
“Just walking? You know it’s dangerous being out on the street that late at night. Weren’t you aware that you could have been held up?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.”
“What were you wearing at the time, Mr. Smith?”
“Let’s see. A suit. Yes, a suit.”
“An expensive suit?”
“Well–yes.”
“In other words, Mr. Smith, you were walking around the streets late at night in a suit that practically advertised the fact that you might be a good target for some easy money, isn’t that so? I mean, if we didn’t know better, Mr. Smith, we might even think you were asking for this to happen, mightn’t we?”
“Look, can’t we talkin about the past history of the guy who did this to me?”
“I’m afraid not, Mr. Smith. I don’t think you would want to violate his rights, now, would you?”

Just something to think about.

The fear of fat is fucking up my commute

Well, this is interesting. Seems like at least once a week during my morning commute, the MTA stops or delays a train due to a sick passenger. And they never do tell you what the deal is, or how long, or why they can’t just dump the person on a platform in the care of some nice transit officers and get on with the trip (what can I say? I’m heartless when I’m late to work).

I can’t recall ever knowing exactly the cause of a delay or what exactly was wrong with the “sick passengers” holding up my commute (well, except for that one time when some guy in my car was bleeding all over the floor from some kind of jobsite accident and other passengers got pissed off at him for getting on the train instead of getting help because he was ambulatory and they wanted to go home).

All this by way of saying, now I do know what the holdup is much of the time: fear of fat. Specifically, fainting dieters.

NEW YORK – Sick subway passengers, most of them dieters who faint from dizziness, are among the top causes of train delays, according to the Metropolitan Transportation Authority.

After track work and signal problems, ill passengers rated among the main reasons for subway disruptions between October 2005 and October 2006, according to an analysis of MTA statistics, AM New York reported Tuesday.

Asim Nelson, a transit emergency medical technician, told the paper that fainting dieters topped the “sick customer” list.

“Not eating for three or four days, you are going to go down,” Nelson said. “If you don’t eat for 12 hours, you are going to get weak.” . . .

Fainting spells caused by missed meals topped other “sick customer” causes, including flu symptoms, anxiety attacks, hangovers and heat exhaustion, according to Nelson.

Nelson is part of the MTA’s “sick Customer Response Program,” which consists of emergency medical technicians and registered nurses. When a rider becomes sick, the train conductor must stay with the passenger until emergency responders arrive.

Ironically, or perhaps not so much, the article is accompanied by an ad for Zone Diet chefs. At least they encourage eating frequently in small amounts so this kind of thing doesn’t happen.

The pitfalls of one-size-fits-all measures

According to the National Institutes of Health, the man on the left in this photo is obese. I wouldn’t doubt the one on the right is, too.

I don’t really have time to write an in-depth post on this today, but Ezra has a good post today about an article in The New Republic by Paul Campos that was just brought out from behind the subscription wall (you do need to register to read it).

The gist of the article is that the “obesity crisis” is largely manufactured, and what’s behind it is both a diet industry that funds a lot of the research and stands to make a lot of money offering “solutions” as well as just plain visceral disgust of seeing fat people:

Obesity research in the United States is almost wholly funded by the weight-loss industry. For all the government’s apparent interest in the fat “epidemic,” in recent years less than 1 percent of the federal health research budget has gone toward obesity-related research. (For example, in 1995, the National Institutes of Health spent $87 million on obesity research out of a total budget of $11.3 billion.) And, while it’s virtually impossible to determine just how much the dieting industry spends on such research, it is safe to say that it is many, many times more. Indeed, many of the nation’s most prominent obesity researchers have direct financial stakes in companies that produce weight-loss products. (When they are quoted in the media, such researchers routinely fail to disclose their financial interests in the matters on which they are commenting, in part because journalists fail to ask them about potential conflicts.) And the contamination of supposedly disinterested research goes well beyond the effects of such direct financial interests. As Laura Fraser points out in her book Losing It: False Hopes and Fat Profits in the Diet Industry, “Diet and pharmaceutical companies influence every step along the way of the scientific process. They pay for the ads that keep obesity journals publishing. They underwrite medical conferences, flying physicians around the country expense-free and paying them large lecture fees to attend.”

This situation creates a kind of structural distortion, analogous to that which takes place in the stock market when analysts employed by brokerage houses make recommendations to clients intended to inflate the price of stock issued by companies that in return send their business to the brokerages’ investment-banking divisions. In such circumstances, it’s easy for all the players to convince themselves of the purity of their motives. “It isn’t diabolical,” eating-disorders specialist David Garner told Fraser. “Some people are very committed to the belief that weight loss is a national health problem. It’s just that, if their livelihood is based in large part on the diet industry, they can’t be impartial.” Fraser writes that when she asked one obesity researcher, who has criticized dieting as ineffective and psychologically damaging, to comment on the policies of one commercial weight-loss program, he replied, “What can I say? I’m a consultant for them.”

What makes this structural distortion particularly insidious is that, just as Americans wanted desperately to believe that the IPO bubble of the ’90s would never burst–and were therefore eager to accept whatever the experts at Merrill Lynch and on The Wall Street Journal’s editorial page had to say about the “New Economy”–they also long to believe that medical experts can solve the problem of their expanding waistlines. The reason for this can be summed up in six words: Americans think being fat is disgusting. That psychological truth creates an enormous incentive to give our disgust a respectable motivation. In other words, being fat must be terrible for one’s health, because if it isn’t that means our increasing hatred of fat represents a social, psychological, and moral problem rather than a medical one.

The convergence of economic interest and psychological motivation helps ensure that, for example, when former Surgeon General Koop raised more than $2 million from diet-industry heavyweights Weight Watchers and Jenny Craig for his Shape Up America foundation, he remained largely immune to the charge that he was exploiting a national neurosis for financial gain. After all, “everyone knows” that fat is a major health risk, so why should we find it disturbing to discover such close links between prominent former public health officials and the dietary-pharmaceutical complex?

None of this is to suggest that the war against fat is the product of some sort of conscious conspiracy on the part of those whose interests are served by it. The relationship between economic motives, cultural trends, social psychology, and the many other factors that fuel the war on fat is surely far more complex than that. But it does suggest that the conventional wisdom about fat in the United States is based on factors that have very little to do with a disinterested evaluation of the medical and scientific evidence, and therefore this conventional wisdom needs to be taken for what it is: a pervasive social myth rather than a rational judgment about risk.

Basically, what Campos is arguing is that fatness matters less than fitness when the data are crunched, and that the one-size-fits-all measures like BMI or weight charts do more harm than good because weight is used as a proxy for health, regardless of other factors.

In addition, we’re an incredibly schizophrenic society when it comes to weight and fat. We’re told how sinfully rich desserts are, but cautioned against appearing as though we actually ate them. The messages start early: young kids are developing more and more eating disorders as they absorb culturally fucked-up messages about fat. Teenage girls who frequently read magazine articles about dieting are more likely to use extreme forms of weight loss, such as vomiting, later on than girls who don’t. At the same time, the media gets a bug up its ass frequently about The Childhood! Obesity! Epidemic! and runs scaremongering stories like this one — reporting a study in which researchers reported a link between teenage obesity and middle-aged death. Oh, and a second study about weight loss in teens using Meridia (hey! there’s that diet-industry involvement again. I suppose the 14 pounds lost on Meridia beats the average on Xenical. You remember Xenical — “I lost 6 pounds on Xenical, and all I got was this oily anal leakage”).

I do need to wrap this up, but be sure to read the comments at Ezra’s. The fat-bashing starts early, and the “But — but — diabetes!” comments aren’t too far behind. And then go read Amanda’s and Scott’s and Shakes’ posts on the subject.

Say It Ain’t So

A reverse mullet???

I agree with the article, though — have the courage of your convictions, hipsters, and wear Joan Collins shoulderpads if you’re going to bother. Sheesh.

Via Rox.

Maybe it’s not Giuliani time, after all

Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy: someone got hold of a campaign dossier for Rudy Giuliani outlining his strengths and weaknesses as a Presidential candidate. Whoops. The Giuliani camp smells a rat:

Advisers to former Mayor Rudolph W. Giuliani said yesterday that someone infiltrated the Giuliani camp last fall and stole a document about his presidential prospects and political liabilities. It was then leaked, they said, as a “dirty trick” to embarrass Mr. Giuliani and highlight such headaches as his controversial former aide, Bernard Kerik, and one of his ex-wives, Donna Hanover.

The Daily News was given the 140-page document recently by someone “sympathetic to one of Giuliani’s rivals for the White House,” The News said in an article published yesterday. According to the article, the document proposes a $100 million fund-raising effort for 2007, names an array of potential donors, and warns that Mr. Giuliani might face “insurmountable” problems, including questions about Mr. Kerik and Ms. Hanover.

Oh, yeah. Donna Hanover. The people who worship at the feet of “America’s Mayor” didn’t hear much about that, since it happened pre-9/11. Long story short, Giuliani announced his divorce from the mother of his children by holding a press conference in which he announced the separation and his relationship with his mistress (now his third wife).

On Mother’s Day.

Oh, and he hadn’t told his wife about the press conference. So she got to field questions from the press about the divorce she didn’t know she was having on Mother’s Day.

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“Feminist” Rape Apologists

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If I were to write a personal ad for Liz Funk, it would go something like this:
SWF seeks tall, manly-man writer or psudeo-intellectual singer-songwriter who appeals to the ‘tween set. Interests include long walks on the beach, John Mayer, playing dress-up in feminist clothes, slut-shaming, woman-bashing, and rape apologism. And Gary, if you’re out there, call me!

Think I’m exaggerating about “feminist” Liz? Then check out her latest article: “Sacrificing Dignity for Attention.” Where have I heard this before?

I’m not one to play feminist police, but damn if this isn’t one of those moments where I’d love to take away someone’s membership card. So, because Ms. Funk seems to be a little on the slow side when it comes to catching on to basic feminist theory, here’s the 101: Feminists don’t hate women. And that is why you, Liz, are no feminist.

Feminists don’t blame women for being raped or attacked, or attempt to obscure that blame with “concern.” Feminists don’t shame women for having the audacity to leave their homes, or walk outside alone, or have a drink. Good feminist writers also do some basic research before they end their articles with stuff like this:

But even with laws and initiatives and special public precautions in place, Quinn acknowledged that young people “who go out at night remain at risk until they get back home.”

If she had done some very basic research, she would have discovered that home is often more dangerous than being out at a bar. After all, two thirds of sexual assault survivors were attacked by someone they knew — 40% of those attackers were a friend or acquaintance, and 28% an intimate partner. Seven percent were relatives. A woman is raped every 2 1/2 minutes. And 5.3 million women suffer from intimate partner violence every year in the United States alone. About 1300 of those women will die from that violence, and millions will be seriously injured. Twenty percent of nonfatal violence directed at women in 2003 came at the hand of an intimate partner.

But yes, women are at risk until they return home.

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Happy New Year!

Hope your 2007 is starting off better than mine — I went to do a quick load of laundry tonight, and the washing machine ate it. I can’t get it out until the washing-machine mechanic comes tomorrow, and so it sits, damp and moldering, in the basement, locked away from me.

I miss my pants.