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A New Word and a New Cause

First a new word. Kama’aina. Pronounced like this. It means, essentially child of the land referring in this instance to residents of Hawaii.

I’m attempting to add this word to the social justice lexicon, because too often the residents of Hawaii are conflated with Hawaiians. This isn’t just a pet peeve on my part (although, yes, I find it highly annoying), its also a political problem.

Hawaiians are the indigenous people of Hawaii. Their culture was almost obliterated by disease brought by Captain Cook and his expedition, then by western exploitation and religious conversion, then by theft of their land, and more recently by poverty and neglect (pdf). Its a familiar story no doubt, but one that deserves your attention.

Your definition of foreign exchange is not like mine.

“Their experience of America is America within the four walls of a factory in a subcontracted company and in the heart of a company town, and that’s not the America they came to experience. . .These student workers are actually on strike for their neighbors, Pennsylvanians, demanding these jobs be turned into living wage jobs for Pennsylvanians.” —Saket Soni, head of the National Guestworker Alliance.

I don’t know how many of you heard about this–I learned of it over the weekend. Basically, students from various countries came over to the US on a J-1 summer visa program that allowed them to work for two months and then travel. It should allow them to make some decent money, to travel, and to immerse themselves in the life and culture of the US. But in recent years, there have been complaints of bad working conditions at the jobs.

Things finally came to a head this year, when 200 of these students walked out of their job at the Hershey packing plant in Palmyra, PA.

In the protest on Wednesday, about 200 students who were scheduled to start work on an evening shift at 3 p.m. walked into the plant and presented a petition with several hundred signatures to a management representative. Then, together with some students coming off the daytime shift, they marched out.

“There is no cultural exchange, none, none,” a student from China said. “It is just work, work faster, work.”

They came down the driveway to the plant, with semi-trailer trucks wheeling by, chanting, “We are the students, the mighty, mighty students!” and labor slogans in English as well as their own languages. The students said they believed that so many of them walking off their jobs would stop some production on their shifts.

The students–who had to pay anywhere from $3,500 to $6,000 for their J-1 visas, found themselves working overnight shifts with cameras trained on them. A large chunk of their pay–which was $8.35 an hour–was taken out for the program’s expenses, rent (which was $400), and associated fees, leaving them with less than $200 a week. The last straw was when they discovered their neighbors, who were not part of the program, paid significantly less in rent they did.

Hershey’s insists that they contract out for this work to be done; they don’t actually hire or manage their own factory workers anymore, apparently. (Does any company do this anymore? Or are they really into passing the buck?) The students are also holding the organization that manages the J-1 visa program for the State Department, the Council for Educational Travel, USA.

The students say their working conditions are harsh and exploitative.

“I pick up boxes that are 45 pounds,” said Yana Brenzay of the Ukraine. “I am 95 pounds, and if I don’t do it, supervisors come and make me do it.”

“I’m aching in every possible way, and my first thought is just to get into bed and sleep,” said Godwin Efobi, also of the Ukraine.

Most of the workers are students, ranging from 18 to 26 years old.

They hold J-1 visas and have paid to participate in a program that’s designed to teach them what it’s like to live and work in America.

Instead, several protesters said they have little contact with Americans, and the work leaves them exhausted. They also claim their average $8-an-hour wage barely covers housing and food bills.

While the complaints aren’t new, this is the first strike initiated by students on a J-1 visa. They have the support of the National Guestworker Alliance and union leaders and members of the AFL-CIO. The companies tried to mollify the students by offering a trip to various US landmarks The students want a couple of things: CETUSA to be removed as a sponsor of the J-1 program, and for their jobs to be returned to Americans who were laid off to make room for the much lower-paid guest workers.

PETA to start a porn site, because of course.

Justin Bieber in a PETA ad
Next Bieber for PETA ad: "Animals Can Make U Hard. Adopt From Your Local Shelter." Right?

I don’t see what could possibly go wrong with this plan:

Instead of focusing on anti-fur, the porn site will raise awareness of veganism, said Rajt. “We really want to grab people’s attention, get them talking and to question the status quo and ultimately take action, because the best way we can help the greatest number of animals is simply by not eating them.”

So how pornographic will PETA go? According to Rajt, it will have enough adult content to qualify for the XXX domain site but also some other graphic images of animals that viewers may not expect to see.

Sure. Titties, titties, titties, CHICKEN WITH ITS BEAK SAWED OFF. Sounds hot. Definitely sounds like an effective way to get people to go vegan — associate animal cruelty with sexual arousal. I see absolutely no potential downsides.

Dirty Girl Ministries

photo of a hairless cat

The title of the ministry — and the tagline “Dirty Girls Come Clean” — makes it sound like this could be a pretty fun church. Sadly no!

The No Stones recovery group is part of an organization called Dirty Girls Ministries that Renaud launched in 2009 after suffering from her own self-described pornography addiction. She says she wanted to help other women recover from their X-rated fixations by connecting with them online and holding meetings at her local church. But her use of the terms porn and addiction may be misleading. The growing group of 100-plus members who participate in the forums say that they masturbate or view porn—which they define as including erotica and romance novels—twice a week or less. For most of us, that would hardly be considered excessive. But to Renaud, it indicates an epidemic of addiction, one that can be treated by helping women stay “clean” of masturbation.

Masturbating twice a week or less? That is a problem. Lots of women clearly need more free time to spend alone with themselves.

While many of the women she counsels report turning to pornography as a form of escape—from traumas like sexual abuse, infidelity, and even prostitution—Renaud compares their masturbation to alcoholism, saying that “like drugs and alcohol, so many things that feel good in a short amount of time can end up hurting you.”

Sure, if you’re the masturbating equivalent to an alcoholic, maybe you have a problem? Like, if your masturbation schedule is getting in the way of work and socializing? Or you become a physical danger to yourself and others because of overgrown forearms, or rage at anyone who gets between you and your Hitachi? Or if you masturbate so much that you can’t walk? Or you find yourself masturbating while driving, to potentially disastrous and deadly consequences? If that is the case, definitely get help, no joke. But I suspect that for most people, masturbation is like moderate alcohol consumption, or perhaps eating a nice cheese: Feels good, can actually be good for you, is healthy in moderation, relieves stress, can be immensely pleasurable, and generally makes you a happier and more pleasant person. And masturbation is not like alcohol or cheese insofar as even doing it a whole lot probably won’t hurt anyone or clog your arteries or damage your liver. It’ll just be fun and pleasurable, and you’ll sleep better too.

But wait, I used the word “pleasure,” and that’s the problem:

Renaud’s advocacy is labeled antipornography, but it aims to treat all masturbation, whether it involves porn or not. When you peel back the layers, the core of her crusade is against sexual thought—even within marriage—unless those thoughts are about your husband while you are engaging in intercourse with him.

Sounds like a quick route to never having an orgasm. And I wonder what she would do with David Jay, an asexual man who doesn’t experience sexual attraction and doesn’t feel drawn to have sex, but still masturbates because touching himself feels good. Is he allowed to masturbate, assuming he isn’t having sexual thoughts?

Dirty Girls member Amy Christine Proctor, a self-described addict and a flight attendant from Colorado, started masturbating while she was visiting chat rooms on AOL. Unmarried and a virgin at 30, Proctor has struggled with her sexual identity since puberty, believing her same-sex thoughts are a sin. Last year, she says, she was masturbating almost daily, sometimes twice a day. To rehabilitate herself, she became an active member of Dirty Girls Ministries and started driving two hours to attend a 12-step program for sex addicts called Heart to Heart.

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Rally / Press Conference in Support of Nafissatou Diallo TODAY in NYC

It’s looking like the case against Dominique Strauss-Kahn may be dismissed because of “credibility issues” on the part of Diallo. City Councilmember Letitia James, along with the awesome feminist activists at Permanent Wave, have organized a press conference and rally today at 5pm at the NYC Criminal Court on Centre Street. Some of my favorite feminists — Julianne Escobedo Shepherd, Collier Meyerson, Zeinab Eyega — are speaking, and the event is co-sponsored by a variety of fantastic feminist organizations, including Feministing, SisterSongNYC, Mount Sinai’s Sexual Assault and Violence Intervention Program (SAVI)/Downstate Coalition for Crime Victims, Hollaback!, and many more. Hope you can be there.

If you can’t make today’s rally, there’s another one tomorrow morning sponsored by SlutWalkNYC.

How do I define feminism for myself and my future kids? (Reader question #98)

This question is from a woman who was raised in a very traditional environment and who is now trying to learn about feminism before she gets married and becomes a parent. She’s looking for recommendations for reading (websites, books) that can help her define feminism for herself. I’ve been saving it to guest-post over here, because I know that this crowd will be able to send her to some resources.

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Greetings!

Hello, ducks!* I’m C. L. Minou, and I’m ecstatic to be a guest blogger here on Feministe.

To get the usual descriptives out of the way: I’m white, almost 40, TAB, and (the rumors** were true!) a trans woman. I like post-scarcity anarcho-socialist fiction***, feminist science fiction, and thoughtfully analyzing the kyriarchy through the medium of devastating post-modernist critiques of popular entertainment.

I have a blog, The Second Awakening, which is somewhat zombified right now, and I’ve blogged in the past for Tiger Beatdown and Shakesville, as well as at the Guardian’s lovely web digs. I live in New York with my beautiful and wonderful fiancée (editor nonpareil!) and our too-smart-for-their-own-good cats.

In my time here I plan to write about trans issues, feminist issues, and the intersection of the two, my own particular hobbyhorse.

* Fans of my blog know I use “ducks” inclusively here, so all warterborne avians–and people, for that matter–are referenced.

** Not really rumors.

*** Yes, Ian M. Banks. And a few others. But mostly Banks.

You have to get to them young, before they start developing self-esteem on their own.

Weight Watchers. Atkins. Zone. How are you supposed to track points or calculate net carbs when you’re still mastering your addzuptas? Ask that irredeemable lardass Maggie!

Available October 16, Maggie Goes on a Diet is (judging the book by its cover) the story of an overweight girl who gazes into a mirror, dreaming of being thin so she can fit into this dress she wants to wear. And something about soccer, apparently. But probably not while wearing that dress, which seems like it could be kind of restrictive.

This book is about a 14-year-old girl who goes on a diet and is transformed from being extremely overweight and insecure to a normal sized girl who becomes the school soccer star. Through time, exercise and hard work, Maggie becomes more and more confident and develops a positive self image

Break it down, now:

This book is about a 14-year-old girl who goes on a diet

Because puberty is the perfect time to start calorie-restricting.

and is transformed

Through the magical, transformative powers of dieting.

from being extremely overweight and insecure to a normal sized girl

Yay! Because she was abnormal before! But now she gets to be normal! Cake for everyone! Except, of course, Maggie.

who becomes the school soccer star.

Awesome diet, that. Is there one that could have made me a world-class equestrian when I was 14? ‘Cause there could have been money in that, maybe.

Reading level: Ages 4-8

Remember, parents: It’s never too early to start ruining your child’s self-image.

Maggie wants to play soccer. That’s awesome. It’s one of the most exhausting activities one can engage in, even above raining down sulfur. But if you asked any of the members of this year’s World Cup women’s team for their secrets to soccer success, I can’t image you’d find too many who’d say, “Well, it started when I was 14 and had this pink dress that totally wasn’t going to fit.” Or when they were six years old and already internalizing negative body images from the world around them.

We can’t just have Maggie Wants to Be a Soccer Star, So She and Her Parents Start Making Sustainable Lifestyle Changes by Eating Lean Proteins, Brightly-Colored Veggies, Complex Carbs, and the Occasional Treat and Working Out Responsibly to Build Muscle and Cardiovascular Endurance? I mean, yeah, it’s wordy as hell, but it seems like an ever-so-slightly healthier message than, “Maggie’s a fat tub of goo. If she goes on a diet, she can fit into that pink dress. Oh, and soccer. Or whatever.”

(h/t Huffington Post)

Greetings, Feministers.

Hello, everyone! Sheelzebub here. I am thrilled to be posting at Feministe as a guest blogger again. I used to have my own joint–Pinko Feminist Hellcat–but shut the blog down for a variety of personal reaons (the biggest one being time). I had also posted for a while on Pandagon.

I’m a pinko atheist who attends a Unitarian Universalist church (they’re fine with atheism). I like food and cooking, and in the summertime months it becomes a real obsession of mine. Actually, it is an obsession at any time of the year. I’m a novice gardener, and lemme tell ya, if anyone just assumes they’ll be able to throw seeds into the ground and grow everything they eat on the first try is very cute, but not particularly realistic.

I have a thing for zombie movies but have no intention of watching World War Z, because I thought that book was way too earnest. IT’S ZOMBIES FOR GOD’S SAKE. The zombie apocalypse is just so much campy, cheesy, gross fun. I also like really bad movies of any stripe, which is why I’m leaving the clip from Night of the Lepus for you to enjoy below. Because if there’s one thing we can all agree on, it’s the need to take precautions against the eventual mutant carnivorous giant bunny apocalypse.

Because why only be Little Shits when you can be Complete Shits?

Yes, the Republicans. Did you guess from the headlines?

Sometimes I wonder if they actually hate working USians. Do they have some list of To Dos in their Republican Lair that says:

1. Bankrupt working USians with high medical costs;
2. Damage working USians by sabotaging the economy;
3. Harm working USians by reenacting a *regressive tax* while we’re on the verge of another recession.

Yup…that’s right during an economic downturn they want to RAISE TAXES…but only on the poor, working and middle classes, because the sky would fall if rich people had to pay taxes. Not because rich people care, mind you, but because future rich people might care, maybe. Won’t you pity the poor future rich people?