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Stolen Babies

A really great article in the Times about American parents who adopted children and the ethical issues that arise when you realize that the adoption industry sometimes involves coercion and kidnapping:

On Aug. 5, this newspaper published a front-page article from China that contained chilling news for many adoptive parents: government officials in Hunan Province, in southern China, had seized babies from their parents and sold them into what the article called “a lucrative black market in children.”

The news, the latest in a slow trickle of reports describing child abduction and trafficking in China, swept through the tight communities of families — many of them in the New York area — who have adopted children from China. For some, it raised a nightmarish question: What if my child had been taken forcibly from her parents?

And from that question, inevitably, tumble others: What can or should adoptive parents do? Try to find the birth parents? And if they could, what then?

Virginia Board of Health Approves Most Onerous Regulations for Women’s Health Centers in the Country

This is a guest post by Katherine A. Greenier.
Under pressure from the Attorney General’s office, the Virginia Board of Health voted on Friday to place burdensome and unnecessary regulations on women’s health centers in the state, placing women’s rights in jeopardy. The threat these regulations pose to women’s access to health care and patient confidentiality reinforces that we must always be vigilant in order to protect constitutional freedoms.

Cupcake redux

A post a few weeks ago about girliness, gardening, cupcakes, and Sigourney Weaver was the focus of some amount of passion from women who happen to love cupcakes, gardening, and/or Sigourney Weaver in equal parts. One member of those ranks is, apparently, original post author Peg Aloi, who had the following to say in our fair comments:

Peg:
Gosh. I had no idea this would stir up such anonymity. For the record, I am a feminist, a professional gardener and a professional baker (cupcakes my specialty in fact)! I was hired to write this piece for a website I work for (not HuffPo) and was given a topic and slant the editors wished me to use. I suppose my intentions were misconstrued as I was hoping there was plenty of tongue-in-cheek attitude to balance out my complaining. Also, my bio for the piece originally mentioned I was a professional gardener and baker, but that was edited out by the PR guy who gave it to HuffPo, so the irony was not there to help folks discern my stance, I guess.

Gardening is definitely for for wusses! I work my ass off at it and come home sweaty, dirty and tired from my professional landscaping gigs. I do everything on my own, no male helpers of big equipment. Maybe I should blog about that instead??? And for the record, Cupcakes Take the Cake and Garden Rant are two of my favorite blogs.

Anyway, mea culpa! I meant no offense to anyone who is a badass gardener, baker, knitter, fashionista or otherwise engaged in some artful domestic pursuit. I am one of you…

One of us. One of us.

So there’s that. And now it’s time to put it all behind us and celebrate with red velvet cupcakes and a showing of Alien.

And here comes a new intern !

Hi everyone ! I’m Mounia, and I am Feministe’s fall intern.
In essence, I’m here to take over from Anoushka – so I’ll be putting biweekly link round ups and maybe writing a little bit.

Aaand since my name will be popping up on your reader feed quite a bit, here goes :
I’m an 18 year old college freshling, studying Philosophy/Gender Studies at Columbia University. And by studying philosophy, I mean taking philosophy classes while waiting for an illumination as to what I actually want to do with my life. I have faith it’ll occur by the time I graduate college. Maybe. Hopefully.

Anyway ! I’m queer, cis, TAB, and originally from Morocco and Canada (Quebec), but went to high school in Northern New Mexico. That’s where I’ve done most of my activist work, which has mostly been around queer issues and empowering queer youth.
Other main interests of mine include : feminism (surprise, surprise !), immigration issues, French and Canadian politics, that weird region known as North Africa, macarons, parentheses, bowties, cheese and Arthur Rimbaud.
If I’m being honest, macarons and cheese probably take up more of my time than anything else…but I probably shouldn’t admit to that.

So yep. That’s me. I’ve been reading Feministe for a long time now, and I’m very excited and honored to be here ! If there are things you want to see in the link round-ups, please let me know at feministe@gmail.com – and I’m looking forward to the next few months !

Derby Names

Feministe friend Tricia sends on this article about the disgusting, often misogynist, names that have become common in derby culture. The creativity is laudable, I suppose, insofar as it’s ever laudable to come up with 10,000 different ways to equate sex with violence and abuse. “Pat McCrotch” and “Clitty Clitty Bang Bang”? Sure, ok. Juvenile, but I like a good juvenile genital joke as much as the next girl. But (trigger warning!) “Rose Hypnol,” “Fist Fucker,” “Chainsaw Guts Fuck,” “Cuntasaurus Wrecks,” “Smasher Indacunt,” “Scabby Gash,” “Mexicunt,” “Cunty McTaintStain,” “Ray Pugh,” “Barry McCaulkener,” “Dixon Syder,” “Buster Hymen,” “Grab’er Snatch,” “Turner Over,” and “Buster Muffinhalf”?

Guys.

When your jokes basically amount to either “vaginas are disgusting” or “sex is a violent thing that I do in order to hurt vaginas,” you have a problem and you also aren’t very funny or original. Gross and clever can be great. But “lol rapin’ cuntzzzz” is not really that clever, even if comments about destroying vaginas are definitely gross. And when your sports league is a series of rape jokes, I don’t think you get to complain that you aren’t getting appropriate national attention.

Also, when Bart Simpson’s prank calls to Moe’s were more original than your team names, it’s time to rethink things.

HPV Day

Today, tell someone about your experience with HPV. Do it on Twitter, do it in person, just do it. From Jen Doll’s post yesterday:

Yesterday, we proposed a plan. In an effort to increase communication about a virus most people don’t know enough about — and many women are too ashamed to talk about, even though pretty much every woman we know has dealt with it at some point in her life, maybe more than once, and even though it can cause cancer, and therefore we should know as much as we can about it — let’s open up a little on Twitter. Because if we all come out and say it, how ashamed can we possibly be? We’re talking about the sexually transmitted virus HPV, which has been in the news a lot lately regarding a certain vaccine that Michele Bachmann is very much against. (More about HPV here.) But this post is not to debate the politics of the vaccine or anything else: It’s simply to get the word out. Tomorrow: Tweet, Facebook, or simply tell someone — we don’t care how! — that you have had, or currently have, HPV.

Tell them as much or as little as you want to share. Choose who you tell. Maybe you don’t want to Tweet it — maybe you don’t even use Twitter. Maybe you don’t want to put it on your Facebook page. Fine. We’re not going to be pushy, and it’s your body, after all. Do it when you’re ready. But do it tomorrow!

Wouldn’t you feel fine, minus the illness, telling someone you had or have a cold, or even, say, pneumonia? Why does this virus, simply because it’s obtained through sexual contact (which, by the way, if you’ve had any of whatsoever, you’ve been at risk for HPV — whether you’re a woman, man, in a monogamous relationship, engaging in safe/vaginal/oral sex, or otherwise), have to be imbued with shame and secrecy?

Maybe your doctor told you you had HPV, and you’re watching it, or maybe, luckily, it’s gone away on its own. Maybe you’ve had a colposcopy, or a LEEP, and you’re still going for frequent checkups to followup. Maybe you, like writer Ayelet Waldman, had the unpleasant experience of having cancerous lesions removed but went on to have children and continue in a successful marriage. Maybe you’re a guy, and your sister or your girlfriend or your wife or your mom or your best friend who happens to be a girl dealt with HPV. By age 50, 80 percent of the population of the U.S. will have…there’s a good chance someone you know already has.

So do it today. And if you’re on Twitter, the hashtag is #HPVDay.

The Consequences of Ruin Porn

So whenever I talk about ruin porn, I’m always asked why any of this matters. What does it matter if there’s a hundred or a million pictures of “dead” Detroit? They’re just pictures! They’re pretty!

Only, they’re not just pictures. As discussed here, if you don’t know what you’re looking at, you can often draw the wrong conclusions about what a picture is really showing.

And when thousands and thousands of pictures and books and movies and websites and videos are made that showcase ugly old abandoned Detroit (or any post-industrial city), that means thousands and thousands of people are going to be drawing the wrong conclusion about that city. Eventually, a *narrative* is created about that city. In the case of Detroit, the narrative that ruin porn supports is that Detroit is dying. That it is being abandoned. That it’s a ghost town. That it’s not just dying–it’s dead.

And that narrative has consequences.

VIDEO: A person from Highland Park (a hamlet within Detroit proper) records the local energy company removing a streetlight from the street.

Recently, the Highland Park community got a shock. The local energy company was going up and down the streets removing the streetlights. It turns out that the city owed the energy company money. And this action of removing all the streetlights except the ones at the intersections would put the city back in the black.

This didn’t make national press. And with the exception of a few local progressive newspapers, it didn’t make local news either.

And yet, there are consequences for the community members.

From the Michigan Citizen:

Many residents, however, are concerned that the removal of residential streetlights has left them vulnerable at night.

“She doesn’t feel safe,” said the caretaker of 90-year-old Highland Park resident Jessie Calhoun, who lives in the middle of her block where the streetlight has been removed. “She’s a little afraid.”

From Calhoun’s front porch, her caretaker says the senior resident only travels to church, but is especially concerned when daylight savings end and it gets darker outside earlier.

Kennedy says residents were told the lights would be cut off and would only be provided at the intersections.

She says some residents and block clubs are coming together to purchase additional lights, but “it’s going to be expensive,” she said.

Calhoun, who’s on a fixed income, is concerned she won’t be able to afford that option.

“We’re hoping when winter comes and the leaves fall from the trees there will be more light, because now the trees block a lot of light,” Kennedy told the Michigan Citizen.

Some residents, she says, have gaslights in front of their homes. Others will have to keep their porch lights on.

“The only choice she has,” says Calhoun’s care-taker, “is to leave her porch light on and take an expense herself.”

So not only do senior women like Jessie Calhoun have to worry about their actual physical safety as a result of the removals–but they also have to pick up the cost of supplying their own lights. But if you situate Ms. Calhoun within the context of Michigan–you see that seniors were just required by the government to pay taxes on their pensions. And that amount of time you’re allowed to be on welfare got limited to 48 months. And the first group of welfare recipients will be kicked off in October. Oh, and unemployment in the Detroit area fluctuates anywhere between 20 and 50% depending on what area you’re in.

So there’s little chance that Ms. Calhoun will be able to get a job. Especially in light of her age and the fact that she needs a caretaker. But her income, which is undoubtably fixed as most seniors income is, is steadily being eaten into. Meaning that the meager income seniors already have is suddenly even smaller.

And yet nobody knows about these light removals. And worse yet, if people did know (who are outside of a social justice type sphere), they wouldn’t care.

Because Detroit is a dying city. It’s an abandoned city. There’s nothing there but crime and abandoned houses. If people don’t like it–they can leave just like everybody else did. Except how do you sell your house when there’s no streetlights on the street? Or when people know that your city is so scary, so awful, so dead, that you couldn’t pay them to take your house?

When you think that something is dead, and your neighbors tell you it’s dead, and your family tell you, and you read newspapers that tell you, and you go to a coffee house and find books that tell you and you watch movies and they tell you and you surf blogs in England and France and Norway and they all say the same thing…That city is dead.

Do you continue to invest in it? Do you feel a sense of outrage for it when it is hurt? Do you think it can be hurt? Do you advocate for justice with it? Or do you just shake your head at the sad inevitability of death?

Ruin porn as a narrative helps to justify the withdrawal of resources from people who are least able to successfully manage that withdrawal. And then it blames them for not managing it better.

Ruin porn has consequences. The most immediate ones are for people like Ms. Calhoun, who now has even more worry to bear in an already over-worried city.

The Ruin Porn Post

a theater with 20s architecture. the camera angle is looking down onto the stage from the right side of the balcony. there is a lot of dust, decay, the area has not had any upkeepSo here we are at the ruin porn post! Ruin porn is not easy to talk about, especially not with those who collect it. And people outside the city that is a part of ruin porn rarely see the discussions around ruin porn as important. And yet those same people who turn away from “local” discussions all have a relationship with the ruin porn anyway.

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Meaningful Enforcement in the War Against Domestic Abuse

By Madeline Lee Bryer, cross-posted at On The Issues Magazine

*Trigger warning*

The war against domestic violence is heating up. In a decision released publicly on August 17, 2011, an international human rights tribunal has determined that the U.S. authorities paid insufficient attention to domestic violence and violence against women in violation of the nation’s human rights obligations. This ruling, the first ruling from an international tribunal on a U.S. domestic violence case, comes only days before an important domestic violence case is heard by New York State’s highest court.

The decision from the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights (IACHR) reviewed the 2005 U.S. Supreme Court decision of Castle Rock v. Gonzales.

The Supreme Court held that Jessica Gonzales, a domestic violence victim who had an order of protection against her husband, had no constitutional right to police protection or enforcement of her order of protection.

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