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One more thing before I go: Feminist blog readers are the shit

Sadly, my two-week stint at Feministe has come to an end. It’s been really fun and informative to read your comments–thanks so much for your feedback. I’m gonna plug my own blog real quick and urge you to contribute your story to Girl-drive.com. I want to continue the conversation Emma and I started for as long as possible. Also, please check out the book–it comes out in late October!

ladyAnd with that, I want to close by illustrating one of the many ways feminist blogs and their readers are truly influential and kicking ass. A few days ago, a factually inaccurate, blatantly slut-shaming sex-ed website was born: Sense & Sexuality, based almost entirely on the work of Miriam Grossman (of Unprotected fame). A number of feminist blogs condemned its decidedly unscientific tone (there’s a section on beer goggles) and its judgmental tactics to scare young women out of having sex. The comments on feminist blogs were indignant, proclaiming, “I’m gonna go give them a piece of my mind right now!” or simply “Um, what?” The site’s URL was tweeted dozens of times, mostly from liberal and feminist handles.

My week was insane, so I didn’t have a chance to check this site out (I shudder to even link to it, but here it is) until today. And damn. Feminists be representin’ in the blog’s comments section, fer real! They’re not angry comments–although between the posts condemning anal sex and insulting female PhD students, they have a complete right to be. But no, they’re just logical, smart, and articulate. They’re telling it like it is, and calling out the S&S bloggers on their bullshit. Sadly, as some posters discovered, the comments are highly moderated, but head-nodding comments on the site are virtually non-existent , far outnumbered by “WTF?” comments from, well, us. A few (very polite) examples:

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The End of the Road

It appears as though we’ve come to the end of the road.  It’s been a great two weeks guestblogging here, and I want to extend my deepest thanks for the thoughtful comments and active engagement.  It’s truly been a pleasure. This is an excellent blog, and I hope my contribution didn’t disrupt too much from the normal flow of discourse.

I encourage you all to stop by Social Science Lite, and/or subscribe to our RSS feed.  My posts here have been a pretty accurate reflection of our writing at SSL–so if these topics interest you, check us out in the future.

Thanks again to Jill and the rest of the Feministe family, both for the invitation to guestblog and for the support over the last two weeks.

The Dalai Lama is a feminist

And that’s pretty great. I especially like the full quote:

“I call myself a feminist,” said the Dalai Lama. “Isn’t that what you call someone who fights for women’s rights?”

If only he hadn’t followed it up by going on to say that women are more compassionate and caring because we give birth.

Flashback: World’s Youngest Feminist

(Cross-posted at Girldrive)

So I know this is like a year old, but I couldn’t resist posting this aMAZing video before my guest stint was over. In this episode of “Smart Girls at the Party,” 7-year-old Ruby Karp, the daughter of BUST co-founder and TV producer Marcelle Karp, talks with Amy Poehler about–among other things–what feminism means. She even serenades Amy with a song celebrating it. Seems that Ruby has a better understanding of feminism than a lot of adults. If you missed this back in the day, you must see it; it is adorable:

(If you can’t watch this video–the embedding seems to be a little screwy–watch it on YouTube here. )

Side note: I wonder if Ruby Karp was named after Ruby Tuesday, the Rolling Stones song. Probably not, but it comes to mind because my mom always wanted to name a daughter after the character. She thought that Ruby Tuesday was a devil-may-care, freewheeling feminist (despite the Rolling Stones’ misogynist rep). And after looking at the lyrics, I agree.

The Reverse of Discrimination is “Not Discrimination”

(x-posted at Social Science Lite)

I recently went on a road trip with my uncle, traveling from Boston to New York for my brother’s high school graduation. As we drove through western Massachusetts, our conversation eventually drifted to employment and the economy. In what would prove to be a fascinating discussion, my uncle began to recount his first job interview after college. He graduated from Northeastern University in the ‘70s—right around the time President Nixon institutionalized affirmative action and quotas served as the nation’s predominant employment policy. He had worked in Northeastern’s admissions office for a few years, so when a full-time position opened up at the University of Michigan’s admissions office, he made the 14 hour drive halfway across the country to interview for the job.

A funny thing happened during his interview, however. According to my uncle, his interviewer immediately apologized as he entered the room. ‘Look, I hate to say this,’ the interviewer said. ‘But there’s no way we’re going to be able to hire you. If you were a woman or black, I’d hire you on the spot. You are totally qualified, but we’ve got to fill our quotas.’ Naturally, my uncle was none too pleased, commenting plainly (but forcefully) that acts of “reverse discrimination” are unfair. I did my best to defend affirmative action policies, discussing their historical necessity, noting their negligible affect on white male employment, and even waxing philosophical about the entitlement associated with staking claim and ownership over falsely constructed “spots” in colleges or the workforce. It was all to no avail, though. Cliché as the phrase is, my uncle was “passed up” for the job, and there wasn’t much I could say.

We’d be naïve to trivialize my uncle’s experience or write it off as just another “reverse discrimination” fairytale. It happened. It’s a reality. The problem was not that this was an exaggeration; instead, it was that my uncle forgot about his lifetime of advantage as he harped on that one, single experience.

See, claiming reverse discrimination is a lot like recounting your golf score. It’s always the one or two bad rounds that leave the deepest, most painful impressions. You always remember the bogey on the 9th hole, but never the birdie on the 10th. Somehow, the abundance of good holes are taken for granted, while the one or two missteps are amplified and taken as indicative of the entire round. Sure, my uncle remembers getting passed up for the job with the University of Michigan—an event that (probably) happened the way he said it did. But, in the process of recounting this single experience, he forgot about a lifetime of job interviews in which he directly benefited from his whiteness or his gender. In all the jobs my uncle interviewed for, how many times were applicants immediately rejected for having “black” sounding names? How many women were turned away because employers didn’t think they could handle the stress of the job? How many times did my uncle’s employment prospects benefit from acts of statistical discrimination that weeded out potentially qualified minority applicants?

Still, many others that hide behind the “reverse discrimination” mantra often have few, if any, personal experiences to justify their outrage. But the golf analogy still fits. These folks are the ones that throw a fit over their buddy’s 10-stroke handicap. That’s not fair, they complain. But in their moral grandstanding, they forget all of their privileges that negate—and even surpass—their buddy’s handicap. These privileges may include the country club membership that afforded them hours of practice on the course, the childhood golf lessons their parents paid for, or the hand-me-down Callaways their father didn’t need anymore after he got his new set of clubs. Their buddy with the 10-stroke handicap was just allowed to join the country club recently, had parents that couldn’t afford to invest in clubs or other activities, and never inherited any valuable assets. In short, the two golfers didn’t begin the round on equal footing.

With some folks, claims of reverse discrimination are proxies for implicit assumptions of black or brown intellectual inferiority. The operative word here, however, is some. Other folks have had very real experiences with so-called “reverse discrimination”—it’s just that these isolated instances fill a disproportionate share of their memory. The real problem with the “reverse discrimination” debate (besides the logically incoherent label “reverse discrimination”—what is the reverse of discrimination anyway? Not discrimination?) is our inability to honestly discuss the issue. The question shouldn’t be whether or not this incident—or others like it—actually occurred. Instead, we need to ask ourselves, how often does this happen, and to what effect? Such acts rarely occur anymore, and the effect is almost always minor or marginal. And, of course, the folks that decry “reverse discrimination” have almost always benefited from other instances of privilege. They just tend to forget about them.

Take Action on the Baucus Health Care Bill

If you haven’t already called the Finance Committee about the Baucus health care bill, the clock is ticking. Do it, do it, do it.

Here’s some helpful guidance from the Center for Reproductive Rights:

1. Take a look at our Finance Committee chart and call your senator if he or she is from your home state.* If not, we urge you to call any democrat on the chart. When someone picks up, ask to be connected to the senator’s office.

2. Tell the staff person who answers the phone where you’re calling from and that you strongly urge your senator to vote against any anti-choice amendments in the healthcare bill.

3. The call will likely end there, but you can also mention that the healthcare reform bill should offer better and more comprehensive services and should not take away or burden vital reproductive healthcare services that so many women depend on.

4. When you’re done, please take a second to let us know you called. Click here to leave us a note.

If you really don’t want to call, the National Women’s Law Center has a petition here. Or, you know, do both.

*Pet peeve: when leadership offices get funny about calls from outside their district. For example, my mother tried calling Specter’s office once, in reference to something happening in Judiciary, and they basically blew her off because she wasn’t a Pennsylvania constituent. Well, I’m sorry, but when you set the agenda for the Judiciary Committee, your decisions impact people across the country. Just take my little “give Senate Bill Whatever a hearing” message, okay? </vent>

The Way We Die Now

This article by Timothy Egan is a real gem. He gets past the “death panel” and “they’re gonna take your Medicaid!” rhetoric and discusses how end-of-life care should really look. And he emphasizes that while many (or even most) people wish to die at home with their pain managed, the current U.S. health care establishment pushes hospitalization and costly life-preserving treatments.

With his mother’s death in 2005, Kitzhaber lived the absurdities of the present system. Medicare would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for endless hospital procedures and tests but would not pay $18 an hour for a non-hospice care giver to come into Annabel’s home and help her through her final days.

“The fundamental problem is that one percent of the population accounts for 35 percent of health care spending,” he said. “So the big question is not how we pay for health care, but what are we buying.”

While conservatives love to use the rhetoric of “life” to promote their social policies, there isn’t much discussion in the United States about what we do when life is coming to an end. Many of us care for our aging parents and grandparents quietly; we worry about what will happen when we have to make tough decisions for them. When my grandmother was dying, I had long conversations with my mother about what she wants when she gets older; it was painful, but necessary. What was striking about those conversations was her insistence that she didn’t want to be a burden on my sister or I; she also didn’t want to spend the end of her life hooked up to machines or only partially conscious. I told her a hundred times that she would never be a burden, but she knew differently — she had just spent years trying to balance a full-time job with caring for her own elderly mother. Her two sisters also helped out, with one flying up from California regularly; her brother offered money, but not time. My other aging grandparent — my dad’s mom — is in relatively good health but recently had to move in with her daughter, after years of living alone.

That, to me, tells a story which is borne out by statistics: Care work for the elderly is done primarily by women, and health care is a women’s issue.

Female family members often take on a disproportionate amount of the care work for aging relatives. Nursing home employees and hospice workers are disproportionately female. Now that more women are working, middle and upper-class women often have less time to care for elderly relatives than they might have a generation ago; instead of sharing that work with male partners, it gets put on lower-income women who do care work professionally. At the same time, the medical and insurance industries push a version of “care” that emphasizes treatment instead of management, length of life over quality of life, and the political morality of the day over individual patient wishes.

So patients have fewer choices. Hospice and care workers are relegated to the lowest rung of the medical totem pole — underpaid, overworked and undervalued. And taxpayers and families spend exhorbitant sums on medical treatments they may not want, simply for lack of other options.

I also can’t help but see the parallels to childbirth and women’s health care — the medicalization of the birthing and dying processes, the pushing out and under-valuing of in-home (largely female) care-givers, the shrill black-and-white morality of those who wield terms like “life” and “death” as rhetorical swords instead of addressing life, death and the in-between with the respect, nuance and complexity they demand.

How we’re born and how we birth are obvious feminist issues. But it’s time we expand that list to include how we pass on, and how we treat the aging and dying among us.

What The Notorious BIG Can Tell Us About Race and Immigration

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(x-posted at Social Science Lite)

In Black Identities, Harvard sociologist Mary Waters analyzes the racial and ethnic identities of first and second generation West Indian immigrants in New York City. At its core, Black Identities is a study of paradox. Waters eloquently states, “[For West Indians], America is a contradictory place…a land of greater opportunities than their homelands but simultaneously a land of racial stigma and discrimination. Immigrants readily buy into an image of American affluence, but are grounded in American racial and economic realities. One respondent noted despair that America is a “white world” in which “white people have all the money,” but in the same breath rejoiced in the fact that America is “a place where everyone has opportunity.” This is the inherent contradiction of the “American dream:” First generation West Indian immigrants must reconcile their lofty expectations of achievement with the myth of American social mobility as they grapple with structural and interpersonal racism in their day-to-day lives.

Second generation West Indian immigrants are also directly confronted with uniquely American race relations, resulting in contradictory immigrant identities. On the one hand, some immigrants embrace their Caribbean ancestry and construct social boundaries separating themselves from black Americans. On the other hand, many young, second generation West Indians (a plurality of her sample) buy into the uniquely American racial caste system and self-identify as black, abandoning other “ethnic options.” There wouldn’t be anything wrong with indentifying as “black,” if of course a slew of disadvantages and prejudices didn’t follow as a result. When race collides and interacts with social structure and culture, West Indian immigrant identity precariously wavers between ethnic loyalty and American assimilation. Paradoxically, the choice to remain loyal to their West Indian heritage affords these immigrants more social mobility than direct incorporation into American culture, as buying into American stereotypes often means downward mobility.

Sound familiar? Oddly reminiscent of a certain Brooklyn born rap legend? Indeed, The Notorious BIG represents an interesting case study—and exemplar—of Waters’ extensive empirical data. Biggie was born to a hardworking, loving Jamaican immigrant mother. While his father was largely absent from his life, Biggie’s mother held steady employment as a pre-school teacher and by all accounts was an involved parent. She enrolled her son in a private middle school in Brooklyn where he thrived academically. This scholastic success, of course, came to an end when Biggie began selling drugs at age 12. A (pun intended) notorious crack dealer, he eventually dropped out of high school, only to reach temporary stardom but ultimately suffer an untimely death.

A scene near the beginning of the recent biopic Notorious, in which Biggie’s character exhibits admiration and lust for the life of a street hustler, is telling. Waters’ research suggests that Biggie’s identity as a second generation West Indian immigrant could have, presumably, led him to continue his studies and perhaps achieve upward mobility—distancing himself both from the general stereotypes of American blacks and the actual hustlers in his immediate surroundings. But, when confronted with the reality of American race relations—in this example, Bed-Stuy/Clinton Hill in the early ‘90s—Biggie could have just as easily been propelled to identify more with the black Americans selling drugs on the corner by his house. Like many poor second generation West Indian immigrants, Biggie lacked local models of success, a disparity caused by urban economic marginalization and resulting in a push to identify with a certain type of black American.

Big had an ethnic “choice,” sure; claim his Jamaican roots, or step in line with America’s vision of race. But it was a structured choice provided under economic duress and within the context of a uniquely American racial order. The problem is, both paths of ethnic identity formation have problematic results for blacks as a whole. By distancing themselves from the “black underclass,” many West Indians reaffirm long-standing stereotypes of blacks as lazy, violent, and generally inferior. In this model, immigrants achieve individual mobility at the expense of group advancement. In other words, individual immigrants can use this boundary work to catapult themselves toward success, but it negates the possibility for the advancement of blacks as a group. West Indians face American stereotypes and norms of black insolence, and their rejection—and even acceptance—of this identity solidifies white preconceptions. This puts West Indian immigrants in a uniquely difficult position—a Catch-22 in which either path of identity formation reinforces a firm black-white color line.

Biggie’s life story dovetails nicely with Waters’ analysis, complicating traditional studies of race, immigration, and assimilation in the United States. Of course, Biggie’s life obviously doesn’t reflect the experiences of all second generation West Indian immigrants. Still, Waters’ analysis in Black Identities does help explain, in part, why “G-E-D, wasn’t B-I-G.”