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Friday Random Ten

First it was Roxanne’s, and then when she gave it up, it was Lauren’s, and it only seems right that there should be one up here. So:

1) Offspring: Pretty Fly
2) Pink Floyd: When You’re In
3) Wicked Tinkers: Gaelic Aire
4) Jimi Hendrix: Voodoo Child (Slight Return)
5) Spinners: Rubberband Man
6) Commitments: Mustang Sally
7) Enter The Haggis: Twirling Towards Freedom
8) Southern Culture On The Skids: Sweet Spot
9) Green Day: When I Come Around
10) Slayer: Aggressive Perfector

Food Is A Feminist Issue

Update: there is growing mainstream recognition of the problem. Via Rawstory.

This is a global distributional issue. This is about getting enough to eat. (I make no claim to originality here: several women* are writing on this issue right now.)

Women are roughly 50% of the world’s population, do two thirds of the work, but earn 10% of the income and control just 1% of the world’s wealth.

The price of food everywhere is going up. The major rises in agricultural yield came about because of mechanization and petrochemical fertilizers, both of which become more expensive when energy prices go up. Worse, politically attractive but resource-stupid forays into ethanol have pushed the prices of some food crops higher.

The New York Times this week said that in Peru, women urge action on food prices:

More than 1,000 women protested outside Peru’s Congress on Wednesday, banging empty pots and pans to demand that the government do more to counter rising food prices, which are squeezing the poor worldwide.

The women, some toting small children on their hips, run food kitchens, known as eating halls, for the poor.

… the women say they are struggling to provide enough food and want the government to increase financial aid so they can cover their costs.

Hundreds of thousands of people rely on the eating halls each day in Peru, where about 12 million people, or 42 percent of the population, live in poverty.

The rising cost for basic foods sank President Alan García’s approval rating to 26 percent this month, the lowest level since he took office in 2006.

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“Food prices keep on rising, and the government doesn’t pay attention to the eating halls,” said María Bozeta, director of one of three associations that represent eating halls in Lima.

All modern famines are failures of entitlement, not of food production. There’s enough food, but some people due to poverty or other barriers cannot get it. That’s the conclusion of Bengali genius and Nobel Prize winning economist Amartya Sen, and the subject of his 1981 book Poverty and Famines: An Essay on Entitlement and Deprivation — but the conclusion will not be surprising to anyone who knows the history of the Irish potato famine, when due to English policies, Ireland was a net exporter of food, keeping food prices high, while its poor starved to death because their own potato crops failed and they could not afford to buy food.

If, as seems inevitable, energy prices continue to rise, the result will not just be an increased cost to drive or transport goods. The result will be that women with dependent children living in poverty around the world cannot afford to eat. This world, taken as a whole, is wealthy enough to apply a number of solutions to that. But history suggests that women are and remain so disempowered globally that nothing much will be done.

The interplay between energy, food and poverty is complex (for example, food charity can depress local farmers’ income, preventing some hard working folks from moving up out of poverty by their own hard work); and a book-length treatment is both beyond my expertise and beyond the scope of this medium. So I’ll leave it like this: when talking about energy policy, let’s not just talk about how and where folks in wealthy countries drive, or power our televisions. Let’s remember that the policy choices that affect these things also affect whether a mother of four young children living on $300 a year, or even less, can feed herself and her kids, and let’s insist that the policy issue be framed to include her.

*The simplicity of the title is powerful, and I picked it before I found ABW’s post, where she apparently came to the same conclusion.

Who Attacked Melissa Bruen?

Woman fights back against rapist, mob sexually assaults her. UConn. Trigger warning.

There were no arrests, but somebody knows. Too many people have too many contacts at UConn, and if everyone cares, the secret will not stay secret.

Every man involved in the assault must be identified, and their names so publicized that they cannot apply for a job or an apartment without their role in this sexual violence coming up. UConn must hold them accountable. If the school does not condemn this, it condones it.

Update:

Working my own contacts, I spoke with a late-’90s RA at the rural Storrs campus, who said that Spring Weekend at UConn brings road-tripping students from all over the Northeast. The assailants on the trail that night could have been from anywhere. However, if they were from other schools, they were likely traveling in a group, and my experience with human nature is that they will talk. Please, folks, work your contacts as schools in the Northeast; keep an ear to the ground for guys bragging about groping a woman at UConn. They will talk; and if the UConn police get a lead, no matter where, they can investigate. Ask, listen, share. Please.

So long, farewell…

Now that we’ve added some great new bloggers to the roster here at Feministe, it’s time for me to announce that I’m leaving.

But Zuzu! You’ve left before and you came back anyway! How can we miss you if you won’t go away?

Good question. Well, I’m not going away entirely anyhow. I’ve been invited to be a contributor at Shakesville, and of course I still maintain my personal blog, Kindly Póg Mó Thóin, where I discuss food and such fascinating topics as home improvement and realizing that the first guy I dated after I moved to New York is now 53.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Lauren for giving me the opportunity to post here, and to thank my co-bloggers, piny, Holly, Cara, kactus, Jack and — especially — Jill, for making it a memorable experience. And thanks to all for reading and commenting.

Revisiting Men Who Take Their Partners’ Names

A reader emailed this to me in response to this; I don’t have the email available (or I would H/T her by name) and Feministing ran with it before I could get around to it: it took a major legal battle for a man in California to take his wife’s name. It’s hard enough changing the heavy, ingrained social structures, but when the administrative and legal apparatus of the state throw hurdles in the way, too …

Feministe Feedback – Posting on the Internets Under Your Real Name

Feministe Feeback

I am a relatively active member of the message boards for my college newspaper, especially on stories about rape and sexual harassment. Recently, there was a very heated debate about a possible rape at a fraternity party. Most people rushed to the frat’s defense, saying the usual victim-blaming fodder. I, on the other hand, was defending the girl’s actions (which included going to get medically examined) and was trying to set the other posters straight on consent and alcohol. Anyway, when discussing rape and sexual assault, I have no problem with talking about my own experiences with rape, because I feel it personalizes the situation since many proponents of victim-blaming seem to imagine the rape happens in OTHER PLACES to OTHER PEOPLE. Also relevant to this, I always use my real name on the posts, since it is a school-based forum and I have no problem attaching my names to my ideas or writing.

Well, people must have run out of things to discuss about the case because they turned to personally attacking me. Now, this wouldn’t bug me so much, but the attacks are very hurtful regarding my experiences with rape. I worry that others who will read it will see my real name, may know me, and may start forming negative opinions about me.

I know I shouldn’t care what people say or think, but it’s hard when your personhood is under attack, even from strangers. My question is this: do I stop even trying? Do I stop using my name? Should I respond, and if so, how?

Thoughts? Do you blog/write/post under your real name? Do you switch to a psuedonym when you write about personal experiences? Do you not write about certain things if you’re writing under your real name? How do you balance sharing your experiences with maintaining your sanity in public, semi-anonymous spaces? Suggestions for this reader in particular?

Weight

This is about a weightlifter and parent, not necessarily in that order.

The New York Times ran this in sports.

I loved her story, but I didn’t love the story, not the way they covered it. The whole thing starts with a very traditional-role narrative. First, the reporter sets it up:

Melanie Roach is a former gymnast who owns a gymnastics facility. Her husband is a state legislator. At 33, she is the mother of three young children, including 5-year-old Drew, who is autistic. And she can lift 238 pounds over her head.

Then, he (Greg Bishop) spends the first half of the piece talking about her role as the mother of an autistic child:

The problems she encountered in competition were nothing compared with the challenge she confronted with Drew after his autism was diagnosed in 2005. Roach said she was preoccupied with everything he would never be able to do — school dances, church missions, college classes. He did not have bad days; he had bad weeks, bad months, filled with relentless tantrums.

“It was literally in a week my life changed,” Roach said. “I went into depression. I went through a mourning process. Almost like I lost a child.”

She said she would kneel at his bedside every night, praying he would get better.

Not that I didn’t like that part of the story. In fact, it resonated with me quite a bit. I have young children with health problems — though not autism. So I felt a profound empathy with this fellow parent whose parenting challenges can be overwhelming, and I liked that part. But I saw it as positioned in the story in a way that it would not have been with a man.

The piece goes on:

“She learned that no matter how much money and time she put into it, she couldn’t change the outcome,” said her husband, Dan. “That has really helped with lifting. In the end, it’s the same concept.”

Without her experiences as a parent, the rest is a conventional sports narrative. She converted from gymnastics to weightlifting (so did US Olympic weightlifter Tara Nott, BTW; I think that’s a more common conversion than might immediately be apparent as both are dependent on explosive power, flexibility and balance and reward short people). She was an overnight sensation and set a record in 1998, but then injuries took their toll; she had several comeback attempts and a lot of pain and finally back surgery; now she’s the aging vet looking for one last shot at gold. She’s paid her dues and trained through a lot of pain to get here. That’s a conventional narrative, but it’s a good story. I’m totally with her on that. Go Melanie!

But the reporter’s interpretation of the interplay between Melanie Roach, Champion Weightlifter and Melanie Roach, Mother bothered me:

Thrush can tell immediately how well Roach is balancing the complexities of her life. He said he knew Roach was struggling with the pressure at the national championships in March, when she successfully lifted only two of six attempts. To qualify for Beijing, she must finish fourth or better in the 53-kilogram weight class at the Olympic trials in Atlanta on May 17.

“You’ll have an opportunity to be an average, everyday woman after August,” Thrush said he tells Roach when she seems distracted. “You need to be selfish now.”

Team Roach marches on through a life that Dan Roach described as “organized chaos.” Bonnie Kosoff, Melanie’s mother, moved in recently to take care of the children. Summers and Thrush travel to events.

“You know how they say it takes a village to raise a child?” Kosoff said. “Well, it takes a village to get someone to the Olympics, too.”
The changed outlook remains. Had Roach gone to the Olympics in 2000, she said, she would not have three kids or the business. Had there been no Drew, she may never have learned what Thrush tried to teach her all along — the concept of slow and small but steady and incremental progress.

But the biggest change that Drew inspired was in Roach, the athlete. She now enjoys the Olympic quest, 14 years after it started.

(Emphasis supplied.)

I don’t know Melanie Roach and I can’t speak for her. It’s possible that this reporting is completely true to her own interpretation of her experiences. Or it could be the reporter’s positioning. But I think that the reporter is highlighting things that would be true but taken for granted for male athletes.

If a man of 31, an international class athlete, were headed to the Olympic trials after a career of triumph, injuries and comebacks, with three kids and a spouse, it would also be true that it took a village to get him there. But I don’t think it would get much attention. I think everyone would just call it normal. But when a woman has kids, how she negotiates the demands of the rest of her life is The Big Question, the one that prompts several paragraphs in a major newspaper. It’s not just the way the role of mother is presumed to take over a woman’s life; it’s especially that this presumption goes unexamined.

And it wasn’t just the reporter. Her coach’s juxtaposition of “average everyday woman” (clearly a pejorative there) with high-level competition and positioning her ambition as “selfish” is exactly the problem. When men compete, they represent. The village isn’t just supporting them, they are bringing the triumph home for their family and friends, communities, nations, etc. But this guy is telling his lifter that she’s doing it all for herself. Way to motivate, coach!

I don’t have a good line to summarize this. I liked the athlete and I was bothered by the way it was framed.

p.s. there is a lot in the article that I didn’t raise. She’s Mormon, she had three home births, a few other things. It’s an interesting read for several reasons.

Update: In comments, Donna pointed out something that I did not, the ablism. This woman’s autistic son is treated as a burden rather than a person.

Portly Dyke Has Something To Say About PDA

PD at Shakes has this up: a long post about LGBT PDA and self-censorship, including a bit about a couple of het friends who took her up on a challenge to be closeted, to conceal that they were a couple, for a week.

They lasted exactly three days.

My friend returned to me in tears on day four and said: “I’m sorry. I had no idea what it is like for you.”
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That is how I lived for the first 32 years of my life, whether I was single or coupled.

And while my current self-editing is not nearly as extreme as it was before I made the choice to live as an out lesbian, it’s still self-editing.

I should note that I spotted it at Alas, where Amp discusses it.