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Auf’ed Is A Word In Every Gender: A Few Reality TV Notes

So here’s the thing: while waiting this past weekend in my just-across-the-block-from-the-evacuation-zone apartment for the threatened transformation of New York from this:

Into this:

…I did not spend my weekend writing posts for Feministe, as was my brief, but instead watching Project Runway.

Project Runway Australia.

I won’t qualify Project Runway as a guilty pleasure. It’s a full-on, bells and whistles, so much fun that even a lapsed Catholic can enjoy it simple pleasure. I started watching the U. S. show in its fourth season, and have been devoted ever since. (Although I do have a few words for you, Mr. Christian Soriano! Love your clothes–but lose the catchphrase.)

But what are you going to do when you’re all caught up on the current season, and still need your “let’s make a dress from tile grout and shower curtains!” fix? Easy–watch the international editions, starting with Australia.

So fiancée and I huddled next to our cats and our “Go Bag” to watch Season Two of PR: A. Which leads me to the subject of today’s musings-posing-as-a-post: reality shows, and transness, and Anthony Capon.

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Love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear.

This is a guest post by Debbie.
Throughout his political career, Jack Layton championed progressive and feminist causes, including reproductive rights, pay equity, LGBT rights, affordable housing, improving public transportation, and fairer immigration policies.

I’m too pretty to come up with a title for this post. I wonder if my brother’s busy.

Unimportant update: Turns out my brother was actually busy recovering from back surgery, which slipped my mind only for a second, I swear. Regardless, he was game to do my homework for me, thank God.

I believe the children are our future, let them blah blah whatever

Screw some homework, amiright? (Actually, yeah, screw some homework. I’m all for education, but I hated homework.) Our girls have better things to do, like listening to Justin Bieber and being pretty. That’s what J.C. Penney thinks, anyway.

I’m too pretty to do homework so my brother has to do it for me

Who has time for homework when there’s a new Justin Bieber album out? She’ll love this tee that’s just as cute and sassy as she is.

No, it actually says that. Not even “I’m too busy to do homework,” but too pretty, because prettiness is a barrier to homework-doing ability. Thank God there’s a guy around to take care of that. A fine message for our girls, sure to inspire them on their way into a lovely, dim adulthood.

Thankfully J.C. Penney was quick to pull the shirt and issue an apology:

J.C. Penney is committed to being America’s destination for great style and great value for the whole family. We agree that the “Too pretty” t-shirt does not deliver an appropriate message, and we have immediately discontinued its sale. Our merchandise is intended to appeal to a broad customer base, not to offend them. We would like to apologize to our customers and are taking action to ensure that we continue to uphold the integrity of our merchandise that they have come to expect.

I really, really hate to reject an apology when it’s sincerely given, but… sorry, JCP. Merchandise comes to your stores via your buyers, which means that at some point, someone on your staff said, “You know what would appeal to girls 7-16? A t-shirt about girls being too pretty to be smart and having to rely on boys instead.” And then every employee who touched it between wholesaler and Web site said, “Yeah, that works.” Your merchandise is not intended to offend your customer base, but you have at least one buyer–a children’s buyer–who thinks that that message is “cute” and “sassy” and not offensive. Thank God–for the sake of society–parents seem to disagree, such that the shirt had been marked down 41 percent by the time it was pulled.

Here’s an action you can take to “uphold the integrity of [your] merchandise” (Abercrombie, Hollister, you might want to read along): educate your buyers. If you have a message in mind that you find appropriate, make sure they know. It doesn’t even have to be explicitly pro-smart chick (although that would be nice), as long as it isn’t the oh-so-empowering “Daddy’s Expensive Little Princess.” With all of the media messages hitting ever-younger girls with the message that the most important thing in life is to be pretty and nonthreatening, it’s hard enough convincing a six-year-old that it’s possible to be smart as well as pretty–or, even better, just smart. Make sure you understand that, and once you do, make sure your children’s buyers understand it too. Give parents a break. It’s not your job to raise the world’s kids, but the least you could do is help instead of hinder.

UNITAID in Cameroon

Last week, I was in Cameroon with Cheryl Contee, Baratunde Thurston and Mark Goldberg, as part of a press group following UNITAID Chairman Dr. Philippe Douste-Blazy as he visited hospitals and clinics that served patients via UNITAID-funded programs. It was an incredible trip, and I have a much more detailed post in the works, but Cheryl has a piece up at Jack & Jill Politics that’s worth a read — it’s a great summary of UNITAID’s work, and our time in Cameroon.

You can just. . .

Via Karnythia’s tumblr, I found this post that summarizes Chef Karl Wilder’s attempts to feed his family for two months on the allotment a family gets on food stamps. Wilder, who did this as part of an awareness campaign for the San Francisco Food Bank, documented his and his family’s experience on his blog.

Now before I go on to the meat of this post, I’ll point out a couple of things–he found it very difficult to feed his family on the amount equivalent to a food stamp allotment, found the foods that fit into the budget boring, and while he lost weight, found that his actual physical health had gotten worse. As in: higher levels of cholesterol, body fat, blood sugar, and triglycerides.

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The deficient single woman

Chally is a former Feministe staffer. She writes at Zero at the Bone.

I’m really quite troubled by the centring of romantic/sexual relationships at the expense of all other ways of organising lives. Right now, I’m going to explore this in terms of single women being seen as deficient.

I’ve seen so many divorced and older single women pushed out of their social worlds. They’ve been encouraged to build social lives around “couple friends,” and once or if there’s no partner, well. Single men, as far as I’ve seen, don’t seem to face the same freezing out. Wives, after all, are taught to fear the stealing of their husbands, and that they ought to do everything they can to keep them. This is an intensely heteronormative story, too, obviously.

What’s a single lady to do? Get fixed up quickly, of course – although there’ll still be something wrong with you if you are only settling down with someone later in life, or maybe this is a pale shadow of the real life you had with your first husband, because first is always best, or there’s something wrong with you if your presumed previous relationship failed, because ending always represents failure. You really can’t win, so you’d better keep out of social sight and mind.

Singleness is treated as something to be fixed. It’s treated as a state one would surely want to change as quickly as possible. If you’re single, you’re automatically miserable, and everyone’s going to try and figure out what’s wrong with you – there’s nothing wrong with your former gentleman callers, of course. There’s no room for you to be single and happy or indifferent. The romantic narrative of the West has no way to deal with women who aren’t seeking a man, or holding on to one. It definitely doesn’t know how to deal with women who don’t experience romantic or sexual desire. Single womanhood as a sustained and satisfying state just doesn’t compute for a lot of people.

Part of overcoming the shoving aside and suspicion of single women would be, well, to first stop devaluing singleness, and also to look at alternative ways of organising ourselves.

What would society look like if little girls weren’t expected to organise their lives around finding a sole and central heteronormative relationship around which everything else in their lives must then revolve? We could explore different living arrangements. As it is, many wealthy couples keep two homes and stay together on the weekends or at night, simply because they have the monetary and social capital to go with that desire. Maybe it’d be nice to live with friends, or alone, or switch everything around once in a while. We could explore not just a different social structure for living spaces, but explode the normative linearity of life. Maybe you want to have kids before you find love, and we’d shifted enough that the resources to do that comfortably without a dual income would be available to you. Maybe you experience happiness in other bits of life and don’t feel deficient if your life isn’t centred around sex or romance. Maybe all this could also open people up to sexuality and love we’re taught to repress: if you’re not told you have to find a nice fellow to marry, it’s easier to realise you actually want to settle down with the girl next door.

There’s nothing deficient about finding yourself single, or pursuing the kind of life you want. I know that much of my personal unhappiness comes from not fitting various norms, and feeling like I ought to be more normal in order to have a happy life. That’s not an unwarranted fear as there’s real social marginalisation attached to being non-normative. If we expand our ideas of the kinds of lives that are acceptable, older divorced women; young ladies like me who are starting to build their lives; queer, asexual, and poly people; hey, even happily married straight people – all kinds of people! – will be better served.

Cross-posted at Zero at the Bone.

Go see The Interrupters

I caught this new documentary by Steve James (Hoop Dreams, Stevie) & Alex Kotlowitz (There Are No Children Here) during its sold-out run at the Siskel Center last week.

Trailer: The Interrupters

Imagine walking down a street where everyone is armed – with guns, rocks, knives – and a fight is breaking out. Imagine walking into the middle of that fight armed with nothing but your own love, your own courage, about 40 hours of conflict and anger management training, and the lessons of your own violent past. Imagine pulling the participants apart, listening to their grievances, and talking them into being a little bit better than they think they can be, and if you do your work right – if you can listen hard enough and love hard enough – maybe no one dies today. That’s what the Violence Interrupters of CeaseFire do. They are former violent criminals who are trained to defuse violent situations in their communities. Their criminal pasts lend them insight, wisdom, and instant respect and credibility in the communities they work in. It helps that the three Interrupters the filmmakers follow closely (Ameena Matthews, Cobe Williams, and Eddie Bocanegra) are also people of great personal charisma and honesty.

If you want a traditional, official film review, check out the AV Club review and Roger Ebert’s Sun Times review.

If you want a messy personal story with some flailing about and crying, keep on reading.

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I will post this week

Just catching up after Irene, which is why I’ve been MIA. No serious damage in my town, but power outages and annoyance abound.

However, I will say this: I’m going to kick the next jackass who whines that the storm was overhyped. (It actually wasn’t, it was a category 2 and category 1 hurricane in some areas, and at one point out at sea a category 3.) Would you prefer that we not prepare and then it turn out to be a bona-fide hurricane? I mean, that works out well.

Bronze Bikinis for Beneficence

Well, Labor Day weekend is coming up, and if you live in Atlanta and don’t have room to fart in Midtown with the addition of 40,000 tourists dressed like stormtroopers, you know what that means: DragonCon. And if you’ve ever been one of those 40,000 tourists, pressed tit-to-bare-back with a chick in a bronze bikini top and a big, plastic neck chain, you know what that means: Slave Leia Watch 2011.

It’s always a good time. Unfortunately, Slave Leia Watch 2010 ended without an official tally, as the then-new release of Prince of Persia made it difficult to distinguish Slave Leia from Princess Tamina at a quick glance. (Hint: If she’s accompanied by an embarrassed-looking guy in a leather breastplate and Keith Urban’s castoff hairpiece, it’s Tamina.) But seeing as how this year’s sci-fi hottie of choice wears a black leather glow-in-the-dark bodysuit, 2011 should be an easier time.

And for 2011, it’s going to mean something. This year, the traditional count of the traditional (objectifying, not terribly imaginative) go-to sexy cosplay classic will turn into a donation to a deserving charity. I’m having trouble, though, deciding on a charity–I’m really lousy at that part–so I thought I’d put it to the brilliant crowd at Feministe for advice.

Option 1: Planned Parenthood. Obviously a solid call, and certainly they could use the help as the government decides that men’s health care is health care, but women’s health care is something extra that isn’t worthy of federal support.

Option 2: Doctors Without Borders/Medecins Sans Frontieres. I really respect the work they do anyway, but staggering situations like the current one in Somalia make the need for donations that much more urgent.

Option 3: Southern Poverty Law Center. The SPLC is challenging the shameful new “papers, please” immigration law in Alabama. I figure they need all the help they can get.

The pledge: I’ll donate $5US for every woman I see dressed as Slave Leia at this year’s DragonCon, and $10US for every Rebel Leia (or dude Slave Leia), to the charity of your collective choice. Vote for your favorite organization or suggest one of your own in comments, and I’ll provide a final count next Monday night-ish after the dust has settled.