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N.B. I’ve tried multiple times to start posts, and sometimes the only way to describe how you feel about something is through a poem. I’ve thought about numerous things today: faith, power, access, care, healing, life, teaching, and the ability to reach out for help. The only complete writing I’ve yielded from all that is this poem. Trigger warning for the imagery — there are allusions to blood and cutting. –MP

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When Feminists Attack Other Feminists for Page Views

Yesterday, Slate’s Emily Gould dropped this post accusing Jezebel of playing on women’s insecurities to pimp them out to advertisers and masking said tactic in the guise of feminism. If the post itself weren’t a mess of contradictions and hypocrisy, the fact that she used the oldest trick in the online feminist playbook – trashing another feminist or feminist blog to ostensibly protect the movement but really just trying to gin up inner circle controversy to get more hits on Google – would be enough to make many of us call bullshit.

But the post is a bizarre sort of mess, built primarily on the claim that Jezebel writer Irin Carmon’s fairly nuanced and well reported look at gender discrimination in the writing and on-air department of Jon Stewart’s The Daily Show is not, in fact, feminist journalism at all. According to Gould, Carmon’s post, especially her query as to whether Olivia Munn got her new Daily Show gig less because of her comic chops and more because of her large male fan base, is part of a regular pattern by the feminist blogs to incite “what the writers claim is righteously indignant rage but which is actually just petty jealousy, cleverly marketed as feminism.”

Wait a minute. Since when is it not feminist to ask why a show has only had two consistent on-air female correspondents in seven years and can’t seem to keep women on the writing staff? Aren’t we still for gender equality in the workplace? Since when is it not responsible journalism to track down people who’ve worked inside what’s been repeatedly reported as a “boy’s club” and ask them if, in fact, the reports are true? And since when is it not ok to ask why certain women with certain qualities get hired while others do not and why women are held to a different standard than men in applying for the same job? If feminism isn’t about rooting out and exposing the nitty gritty of sexism, I’m confused about what we’ve been doing all this time.

No matter, though, because attacking Carmon’s post is just a jumping off point to get Gould to her main argument: feminist blogs, en masse but especially, especially Jezebel, are guilty of applying a faux-feminist bent to the glossy magazines’ tactic of playing on women’s insecurities to get high traffic and, therefore, advertisers. The insecurity in the Daily Show piece was about Olivia Munn as an example of what feminist women evidently fear most, a woman who “dares to seem to want to sexually attract men” – an offensive, contradictory assertion based at once on tired stereotypes of feminists as scared of or opposed to sex and women as catfighting bitches so threatened by one another as sexual rivals they fail to focus on the important things.

Yet even posts on what most would agree are important things, like body image and beauty standards, are suspect in Gould’s eyes. There is probably a bit of truth here: all feminist bloggers know these topics are sure to stir up the commenters and most post something at some point or another that simply bemoans the existence of beauty standards and the stars who meet them without saying much about how to change those standards or mitigate their impact on women.

Yet, it’s possible these particular posts get lots of page views and comment action because banging up against beauty ideals is a very tangible experience of sexism that most women face every single day in varying forms. The impulse to read and talk about this experience online is less a manifestation of insecurities than a desire to have the experience of oppression validated by a sympathetic sisterhood. That isn’t about advertising but about the very necessity of feminist community – we know we’re not crazy or alone because our sisters feel the same way and together maybe we can do something about it.

Which is exactly why Gould’s solution to this supposedly disastrous problem with the feminist blogosphere is so bizarre (emphasis mine):

It’s certainly important to have honest, open conversations about the issues that reliably rake in comments and page views—rape, underage sexuality, and the cruel tyranny of the impossible beauty standards promoted by most advertisers and magazines (except the ones canny enough to use gently lit, slightly rounder, older, or more ethnic examples of “true beauty”). But it may just be that it’s not possible to have these conversations online.

Congratulations, Ms. Gould. You’ve managed to suggest putting yourself out of a job while also uttering one of the most absurd, out of touch sentences on the internet as of late – and I assure you, that’s not an overstatement for page views.

For many in my generation, the internet feminist community serves the same purpose as consciousness raising groups of the 1970’s. Feminist (and womanist, gender justice, mujerista and women’s liberationist and the many subsets of these) blogs are where we get angry over shared grievances, organize against said inequalities, and build and strengthen our feminist community. Disagreements that break out in the comment threads over everything from what’s offensive and what can be reclaimed to the very meaning of the term ‘feminism’ serve the same purpose as heated debates in women’s studies classes: to sharpen our critique and analysis and build on the shared knowledge and ideology of varying expressions of varying feminisms. The difference is that, while the playing field is nowhere near as equal as it should and must be, the participants in the conversation don’t have to pony up $30,000 a year or even leave their apartments to join in.

This unique opportunity to build a movement in such a space is why the most disturbing aspect of Gould’s piece is how she seems to see herself – and the feminist bloggers who write for outlets large enough to concern herself with bashing – as the arbitrators of what’s “feminist” and important and commenters and writers on smaller sites as mere puppets to be led around at will. Not only does this adherence to hierarchy reek of hypocrisy from those purportedly trying to abolish it’s twin brother, patriarchy, it excises those most in need of community and support from the conversation. Since many, though certainly not all, of the women considered online feminist celebs are white and educated and often heterosexual and living in the big cities, it’s not hard to see exactly which voices are being marginalized in their dismissal as part of the big group of lemmings.

If you think the existing posts on body image are doing little more than making women feel worse, a point that can definitely be made, take a page from the fat acceptance blogs and ask readers to submit pictures of what they consider beautiful or be a little bit vulnerable and talk about a personal experience with body hatred and what helped you out. It’s obvious young women need and want to talk about it, so why not be a part of the solution?

I, for one, would take a thousand of these posts over one more from a well positioned feminist deciding for all of us that attacking another well positioned woman or blog is the most important feminist issue of the day.

Things I would like to do, that I probably could do, but never will do.

Man with bees for a beard

Be an urban bee-keeper.
-Make my own ricotta.
-Grow tomato plants on my roof.
-Can, jar and pickle various things.
-Raise chickens.
-Keep an orchid alive for more than two weeks.
-Be an early-morning runner.
-Host dinner parties that involve food I actually cook myself. Barbecues don’t count.
-Pot plants.
-Prepare food more than 20 minutes in advance of actually eating it. Prepare food for tomorrow, even.

What’s on your list?

I’m not gonna diss you on the Internet/ Cos my momma taught me better than that

Howdy y’all! I’m Aminatou and yes, I’m a converted Texan (Hook ’em Horns!)
I’m so excited to be here for the next 2 weeks. If it doesn’t work out, blame Jill but if you end up loving me please remember my love language is edible arrangements and box wine.

I usually “blog” (HA!) over at Instaboner! and if I’d had any kind of common sense or knew anything about SEO my other baby would’ve been book deal HUGE!

Over the next 2 weeks we’ll probably talk about pop culture (Noah Cyrus, you’re on notice!) and you know… feminist things. Speaking of which, I heard (RUMOR ALERT) feminists are really into cats. I’ve recently moved into a house with 3 murderous cats and I need them to stay out of my room. Can anyone recommend a good repellent? Otherwise anti-freeze will be my only recourse. Calm down, that was a joke. I mean… maybe. ::insert feminists can’t take a joke joke::

One more thing, let’s all be nice to each other. Deal? Oh and let’s be friends.

Google Says the World Was Made, Made Pretty By Men

Like Frau Sally Benz, I was excited to see Frida Kahlo in all her beautiful, feminist glory on the Google homepage today – I love her!

Then I had to ask the question I always ask: “How many women versus men has Google honored this way?”

As often happens, the answer made me want to lose my lunch.

It turns out the special logos are officially known as Google Doodles. The tradition began in 1999 when the Google founders added a stick figure to the regular logo to signify their attendance at the Burning Man Festival. It was so well received they decided to ask Dennis Hwang, then an intern and now “chief doodler”, to create a logo for Bastille Day 2000. A tradition was born and to date Google claims to have created 300 doodles for the United States and 700 internationally that honor holidays and “creativity and innovation.”

According to Google’s design team, women lack both. Of 109 innovators, artists, revolutionaries and creators designated important or interesting enough for a doodle, only 8 have been women. It took eight full years for the Google team to find a woman worthy of the honor, which finally went to French pilot Hélène Boucher in May of 2008. Her doodle could only be viewed on the Google France homepage. The first woman to receive a global doodle was Beatrix Potter, best known as the author of the Tale of Peter Rabbit series, and the second was Mary Cassatt, an American impressionist painter. The third, it seems, is Frida Kahlo.

With all that feminists need to focus on achieving for women in the world – equal pay for equal rights, bodily autonomy, political representation at all levels, actual recognition of women’s humanity – why waste time on who gets a little drawing on Google?

Because we’ve lived with the myth that men created the world and everything good in it for long enough. As long as men get to designate who and what in history is important, young women will continue to learn that all their sex has contributed throughout all of history is their wombs. If we can’t see ourselves as the inventors, artists, revolutionaries and creators that came before, how the hell are we supposed to fashion ourselves into the modern versions? Schools certainly aren’t doing a very good job in this department and since it processes over a billion searches a day, Google plays an increasingly important role in how and what young people learn.

Google, I’ve got some suggestions for you. What about Ada Lovelace, the woman who was the world’s first computer programer and, conveniently, has a whole day dedicated to her celebration? If the guy who created the first nuclear facility in China gets a doodle, Marie Curie certainly deserves one. If you honored the birth of realism, you should also honor the (flawed, yes) godmother of feminism, Mary Wollstonecraft. What about some of the women behind the great social movements in the United States, like Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks and Dorothy Height?

Women also make art and music and write, and not just in the United States. What about Italian Baroque painter Artemisia Gentileschi, the first woman to gain entry into the Accademia di Arte del Disegno in Florence? Bengali writer Ashapoorna Devi wrote appeals for gender and religious equality in widely read novels for both children and adults. Why not honor Miriam Makeba, known as “Mother Africa,” for her cultural role in ending apartheid in South Africa?

Who would you have Google honor with a doodle? I know my suggestions are Western and cis centric at best, so leave your suggestions in the comments – I’ll be sending this post along with the list of names to the doodlers at Google, who claim they take suggestions from the public seriously. I, for one, will be watching.

Kathleen Parker follows up; this time she doesn’t see race

Man oh man. I appreciate all your insightful comments on my post about Kathleen Parker last Friday afternoon. There was a lot of blogosphere anger directed at Parker from many different blogs and media outlets, so one would think maybe she’d get it by then. And write a follow-up apologizing.

I guess that was too optimistic of me to assume.

On Sunday, Parker wrote a follow up column in the Post and tried to sort-of-but-not-really apologize, or more like explain where she was coming from while still standing by her previous statements. She brushed off most criticisms of her column, saying that people are “too sensitive.” But then she got to the part about how she did not understand that if Obama showed more rage at BP, he would be perceived as an angry black man. And why didn’t she see this coming? Parker explains:

But I also recognize that my life experience is different from that of most African Americans. And that experience allows me both the luxury of seeing people without the lens of race, but also (sometimes) to fail to imagine how people of other backgrounds might interpret my words.

As my Post colleague Jonathan Capehart wrote on the PostPartisan blog — and explained to me in a telephone conversation — black men are held to a different standard than whites. They are practiced in keeping their emotions under wraps. They can’t “go off,” as some have urged Obama to do in response to the gulf oil spill.

I hadn’t thought of it this way, but I take Jonathan and others at their word that it’s a fact of life for African American men.

You’ll have to take me at my word when I say that I don’t view Obama exclusively as a black man — no matter what he said on his census form. Not only is he half-white, but also he has managed to transcend skin color, at least from where I sit.

To which I have to say, I honestly thought I couldn’t be more annoyed than I was after her first column dropped last week. But now I am even angrier, if that’s possible. I’m struggling to even find adjectives to convey this right now.

In her follow up, Parker displays all the classic symptoms of total obliviousness to white privilege. She talks about how because she is white, which she views as the normative, default race, she does not see race in the world! Only people of color see race, because they have to! She is fortunate enough to never have to think of race!

Then she goes on to say that in her mind, she doesn’t even think of Obama as a black man because a) technically he’s still only half and b) he transcends skin color!

Is anyone else reminded of Chris Matthews famously saying for a moment, he forgot Obama was black?

Or during the Sotomayor confirmation hearings last summer, when Senator Inhofe said he was concerned that Sotomayor, a woman of color, might let her “personal gender and race” affect her rulings on the bench?

My biggest question is: why do people like Parker (and Matthews and Inhofe) always place the burden on people of color to “transcend skin color” and prove that they can be “colorless”? Why do white people get to claim that they are “colorblind” (a term whose definition is dubious to begin with) but people of color have to make extra effort to make society “forget” their race or to “transcend” their race?

All this does is continue to reinforce the idea that white is the default, and that those who are not white have to prove whether they can get past their skin color and be “mainstream.” The burden is on us, folks, to prove that we can make people forget our skin color.

Happy Birthday Frida Kahlo

My love for Frida Kahlo is far from secret, but apparently Google loves her too! That, or they’re running out of people to celebrate on the homepage.

Either way, happy birthday to Frida, an incredible artist, a fearless woman, and one of my idols. I’m sure you’re somewhere celebrating with lots of music and booze.

“I hope the end is joyful – and I hope never to come back.”

Cross-posted at Jump off the Bridge

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Win Ticket to Planned Parenthood’s Fundraiser: Summer, Sex and Spirits

Planned Parenthood NYC’s Summer, Sex and Spirits annual fundraiser is coming up this Thursday, July 8.

Location: Museum of Sex, 233 5th Ave @ 27th St. New York, NY
Date: 7/8/2010 from 8:00 pm – 11:00 pm (Eastern Time)
Hosted By: Planned Parenthood of New York City
RSVP to activists@ppnyc.org by: July 8, 2010 at 4:00 pm (Eastern Time)

As we did last year, we’re going to play a little game of trivia! The first person to email me the correct answer will get a ticket to the event. Congrats to Steph of IAmDrTiller! The correct answer is D. None of the above – NYC schools don’t require comprehensive sex ed for any grade.

New York City Public Schools require comprehensive sex education to be taught:
A. In 3rd -12th grades
B. In 9th -12th grades
C. In 7th grade, 8th grade, 10th grade and 12th grade
D. None of the above

Even if you don’t win, you can buy tickets for the event and enjoy the open bar, silent auction, raffle prizes and more.

Howdy, Y’all!

Hi there, feminists on the internet. So nice of you to invite me over for a couple weeks – let me know if I use too many dishes or if hanging my bras on the bathroom door is not what you meant by “make yourself comfortable.”

I’m Shelby Knox and I’m an itinerant feminist organizer. This is my get-your-dictionary-out-and-hit-me-with-it way of saying I travel across the country running campaigns for reproductive and gender justice in cities that are not my own. I speak on a lot of college campuses, at high schools, and in youth spaces, spreading the gospel of feminism, recruiting for the revolution, and learning from young organizers on the ground, who are doing amazing, radical, and effective work in their communities.

I recently started my own blog, called The Ms. Education of Shelby Knox, a feminist take on the title of a film that was made about my high school activism for sex education. My writings occasionally pop up on Alternet, The Women’s Media Center, RH Reality Check and, recently, Jezebel. I’m also writing a book on my generation of feminist activists, which I’m calling the Forth Wave – you surely have opinions on this name and idea and yes, I will be asking (begging!) for them sometime in the next two weeks.

Other things about me: I’m a white, publicly educated, currently able-bodied, young, cis woman originally from Texas, now living in New York City. I’m prolific on Twitter, a women’s history nerd, lover of Thai food, Rachel Maddow and cycling, and I could recite entire episodes of The West Wing for you if you ask nicely.

As for comments, nothing much offends or surprises me, so play nice with one another and we’re all good.

I look forward to the convo in the next two weeks – thanks again for having me!

Introduction

Hi, everyone. I’m Monchel, and my normal blogging haunt is Problem Chylde. I blog on lots of subjects — whatever strikes me as interesting, really. I’m a lawyer and a radical woman of color, I’m a Christian, and I like ice cream. The latter observation is important because it is incredibly hot outside.

Over the next week or two, I will regale you all with tales of righteous indignation. If I can’t get you all raging against machines with me, I’ll at least try to make you think. There’s also the overshare option. I look forward to engaging with you all, and I hope the weather is treating you better where you are.

Oh, one more thing: check out my review of Eclipse. Sarah and I have gone back and forth about Twilight and what it all means and whether there’s a there there and its gender rights credibility. Perhaps I’ll write more here; perhaps I won’t. Stay tuned…