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The Monstrous Clitoris: two stories about gender and sexuality in colonial Latin America

I wanted to write about Middle Class values and feminism. Mostly, about how much we have internalized Middle Class aspirations as a desired feminist goal (i.e. Career women, equality in a capitalist framework, etc.). I swear, this was going to be the subject of this week’s post. But instead, I got seriously sidetracked while trying to frame the construction of Middle Class ideas in the Global South, more specifically (because, yes, the Global South is an enormous socio-geographical demarcation), South American constructions of Middle Class, which do have quite a lot in common with Western definitions of Middle Class, particularly with the advent of global capitalism and transnational corporate structures.

Instead, I got trapped by “the monstrous clitoris”! Unlike its sister, the Vagina Dentata, the “monstrous clitoris” will not swallow you and eat you alive. Oh no, this mythical beast will stand erect, defiant of your heterocissexism and related normative ideas, staring at your Patriarchy and threatening your colonial hegemony. These “monstrous clitoris”, and the people who possessed them, were so frightening that they required extensive analysis, medical expertise and even the intervention of Courts. So, instead of discussing contemporary Middle Class values, I’ll tell you the stories of two people who defied convention in colonial Latin America: Juana Aguilar, at the time referred to by media as “Long Juana” and Martina Parra. Aguilar, in particular, presents a unique challenge: we have never heard zir voice. All we know about ze are court transcripts and media depictions of zir life, in what can very well be compared to contemporary tabloid press (imagine telling someone’s story, 200+ years after the fact, based solely on material taken from The Daily Mail or The New York Post). Still, I think these stories, as distorted as they might have come to us, are worth telling because they are foundational and each of them are a point of inflection in the history of Latin America’s sexualities and, to an extent, the history of racialized ideas of sex and gender. We know nothing about these people’s races, ethnicities or, in the case of Aguilar, preferred pronouns*, but we do know a lot about the scandals that ensued during their lifetimes.

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No Service: Women in Combat and Military Policy

It’s been a big month for military news. In the United States, the discriminatory ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy was finally rescinded, putting the LGBQ in the US military. People no longer need to remain closeted to serve, although many servicemembers are still nervous about being out, for very understandable reasons. And yes, that was a deliberately dropped T; the US military continues a formal policy of discrimination against trans service members. Australia also announced a major policy shift, pledging to lift gender-based restrictions on combat roles in the next five years.

The question of whether women ‘can’ serve in warfighting roles is an ancient one, despite the fact that women have been taking part in combat at various levels, sometimes in drag, for centuries. Numerous reports on women in the Civil War illustrate that women of all races in the US certainly didn’t shrink from combat historically, even as their roles were restricted on purely gendered grounds. In the later part of the 20th century, the gender-based limitations specifically barring women from combat roles came under increasing question, and people continue to challenge this policy, especially with the face of combat radically changing.

During my service in Iraq as a Marine officer, I, like many other military women, found myself fighting on the front lines of America’s wars — yet was unacknowledged for doing so. Women are dying in combat, but Congress still officially bans us from serving in combat units that engage the enemy with deliberate, offensive action. (Jane Blair)

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The Fountain and Shrine of The New Yorker: Katherine S. White

This past Saturday was the 119th anniversary of the birth of Katherine Sergeant Angell White, one of The New Yorker‘s first editors. She began working for the magazine in 1925 and nurtured the talents of many of its best known writers. “She had a fabulous correspondence with them. She mothered them. She was interested in their family life, their sorrows and their horrors,” E.B. White noted in a 1980 New York Times profile. Katherine White is credited with establishing and shaping what we know of as the “New Yorker story”; discovering writers like Thurber, Cheever, Updike, and Nabokov. Katherine White, then Katherine Angell, recommended Harold Ross hire E.B., who went on to become one of the magazine’s greatest assets.

At the time her marriage to Ernest Angell was falling apart – he had come back from the First World War a very different man and had taken a mistress; Katherine found herself spending more and more time with E.B. (who everyone called Andy, a nickname he picked up at Cornell.) In 1929 Ernest became physically violent with her during an argument — she immediately moved to Reno to get a divorce. When she came back to New York her courtship with Andy progressed. They were married later that year and back at their desks the next day, postponing their honeymoon for several months.

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Tiger Beatdown Blogiversary Presents: What Is Tiger Beatdown?

Yes, it’s as true today as it was yesterday: Tiger Beatdown is three years old. Actually, Tiger Beatdown is slightly older than three today, which I personally find shocking. And, as is usual every few months, we are fundraising, which means that now is a special time where you can donate to Tiger Beatdown, or subscribe to it, to give it a little birthday present and invest in its future. Look, here are some buttons!

But here’s the thing: A lot can change in three years. A lot has changed, in fact. We’ve had different rosters, different schedules, different recurring features, different rates of posting and styles of posting. After so many changes, I would not blame anyone for being confused about this blog’s identity. In point of fact, after a while, I became fairly confused myself. And so, I took to the mighty Tiger Beatdown Back Channel — where Garland Grey, Emily Manuel, Flavia Dzodan, S.E. Smith and myself have undergone the process of transforming into what is clearly some form of Captain Planet — to discuss this. What is Tiger Beatdown? What do we do? How do we define ourselves; how are we different than other ladybusiness blogs, what are we best at, what, if anything, makes “Tiger Beatdown” more than just two words assigned to a random collection of posts?

And so, after lo many an e-mail, we have come up with this: Our statement on what Tiger Beatdown is, and what we believe it will be for the future. It is not completely complete. It is not finally final. But — for your benefit, dear Reader — it is the closest we can get to making a statement of Tiger Beatdownness. And we hope you will benefit from the brand-new lack of confusion.

(1) We do long-form. Oddly, all of our editors seem to agree that it’s this — more than any one stance on the lady politics, or the politics generally — that defines us. We all write ourselves some long-assed posts at the Tiger Beatdown. And we don’t write much else.

This isn’t the most conventional way to run a blog. It’s also not the decision that makes the most immediate sense, business-wise. Making frequent, short, incisive posts is a reliable, respected way to make a blog popular. It drives up pageviews, both because there are more posts to click on, and because all of those posts generate comment discussions, which means people coming back to the page over and over again. Those big pageview numbers make advertisers and investors happy. The old saw, when it comes to professional blogging, is that the more you do it, the more popular and profitable you become. But that’s not the choice we’ve made for Tiger Beatdown.

By putting these considerations up front, I don’t mean to denigrate that way of blogging, or to imply that it’s purely commercial. My Google Reader is full of blogs that follow the 12-post-a-day model, or that at least publish more than once a day; it’s filled with blogs that do short-form posts; frequently, the short-form posts are mixed with long-form posts. These are blogs I rely on and love. If something is happening right now, I know these blogs will tell me about it. If I need to get the issue wrapped up for me in a nutshell, I know these blogs will do that for me. And I also know these blogs are written and run by smart, passionate people who care about their subjects, and care about good writing, and who just so happen to be really, really good at writing short posts that are entertaining, insightful, and informative. I have much respect for these blogs. I think all our editors do.

But — again — it’s not the form we’ve chosen for Tiger Beatdown. I bring up these other models just to stress that we do know about them. And we know that they work. And we know that they can be excellent. We’re not just fucking around here, being unprofessional and breaking rules and going over word count because we don’t know any better; at this point, we’ve consciously chosen to be an exclusively long-form blog, and to sometimes make that long-form very long, because we believe that model has value.

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Update: Troy Davis Has Been Killed

Last night, after a three-hour delay, Troy Davis was killed by the state of Georgia. The Supreme Court statement refusing a stay of his execution consisted of a single sentence, and read, in its entirety, as follows: “The application for stay of execution of sentence of death presented to Justice Thomas and by him referred to the Court is denied.” As far as we know, there was no dissent.

From the Democracy Now feed of the vigil outside the prison — which turned, with the news of the Supreme Court’s refusal, into live coverage of the killing — we know a few things. We know that, after a three-hour wait, not knowing whether he would live or die, Troy Davis refused the sedative offered to “calm” him. We know that he also refused dinner. We know that his last statements were to the McPhail family, telling them that he did not kill their “husband, brother, son,” and encouraging them to look for the truth. And then, finally, he spoke to his executioners: “May God have mercy on your souls. May God bless your souls.”

Witnesses to the event say that he spoke rapidly. One described him as “defiant,” a fairly coded word to use for a black man about to be killed by the state for a crime which, according to much of the evidence, he did not commit. He “blinked rapidly,” as the first round of drugs entered his system; someone went into the room to make sure that he was unconscious; then, another round of poison went into his system, killing him at 11:08 PM. The killing was described as very quiet, with the only sound being “the sound of the air conditioning.”

“There was more security than usual at this execution, but otherwise it went very much as executions have gone here… It went very much as planned,” according to one witness.

For more detail on this case, you can read S.E.’s earlier post on the subject. You can also follow what people are saying in the wake of Davis’s killing — which has been referred to, I think not inaccurately, as a “legal lynching” — by following the #TroyDavis and #RIPTroyDavis hashtags on Twitter, which served as a very valuable way for people to share news, protest, and create some community as they witnessed the killing. Arturo Garcia covered the case last night at Racialicious, and on Twitter, and did excellent work.

In the wake of Davis’s murder, a few initiatives have sprung up. Davis died at 11:08; many people are now donating $11.08 to The Innocence Project, a non-profit dedicated to exonerating innocent people who have been imprisoned. We’d encourage you to do this. Some are donating to Democracy Now. Amy Goodman’s coverage remained unflinching, exhaustive, and responsible in the midst of what was obviously an extremely trying night; Democracy Now kept broadcasting until they were kicked off the grounds, and Amy Goodman continued reporting even as many of the people present were struck speechless. We’d encourage you to donate to them as well, for the invaluable service they provided. Any information you can provide in the comments about worthwhile anti-death penalty organizations to support, or ways to help, will be very much appreciated.

Tiger Beatdown Birthday Party! (SPOILER, It Is Just A Post.)

So, here’s a fact that’s somewhat alarming to contemplate: Today, Tiger Beatdown is officially three years old.

This is — for me, anyway — a very strange sentence to type out loud. For the past three years, this blog has been one of the most central facts of my life. It has taken me decisively away from my responsible, stick-in-the-mud early 20s, been with me through my “WOO GIRL DRINKS ON ME” mid-20s (it turns out that she who has not been properly 21 will have to behave like a 21-year-old, and make her 21-year-old mistakes, late in the game), and led me into my calmer, more responsible, “let’s see how badly I fucked all this up” late 20s. (For a few months now, I’ve been telling people who ask that I am “like 30” or “around 30;” I am 29, but I figure if I start saying it early, it will soften the blow of the transition.) Even if I’m not posting on it, Tiger Beatdown defines my life in so many ways I can’t really count them. It’s how I met the vast majority of my friends. It’s how I met my current partner. It’s how I got most of the employment I’ve gotten, in the past few years; it’s how people know me, it’s what people know me as, and to a large degree, it’s who I am.

Which is not bad, for a blog that started off with a 300-word post about Silver Jews records and the Olsen twins. (NO DON’T LOOK FOR IT. Jesus. Everything I wrote in the first six months of this blog is so massively embarrassing.)

And — crucially — Tiger Beatdown is not The Me Show any more. In fact, it hasn’t been, for a very long time. So much of what is good here has come from the people who have passed through. From the people who’ve written guest posts, like Sarah Jaffe and The Rejectionist and Lindsay Miller. From people like C.L. Minou and Amanda Hess, who consented to show up here over and over. And now, from the fact that we have an amazing team — Flavia Dzodan, S.E. Smith, Emily Manuel, Garland Grey, all people who are essential to defining what Tiger Beatdown is and what it does.

The five of us have been having conversations, all this week, about what Tiger Beatdown is and what it does best, what we can do for readers (a stated comment policy and editorial guidelines, WOULD NOT THOSE BE FUN), what it personally means to us. And you can expect to see more of that, over the next few days. In fact, you could leave suggestions in the comment section! As long as your suggestions are not “SUCK LESS!” That would be nice.

But, in the meantime, I think it is best for us to keep it simple. With a reminder that Tiger Beatdown is (alarmingly) three years old, with a reminder that you can give Tiger Beatdown a little birthday present by donating or pay its allowance by subscribing — the option is right there! On the sidebar! Only 3/5ths of Tiger Beatdown Editors will use the proceeds to buy fancy party hats! — and by thanking all of you for reading it, commenting on it, contributing to it, and otherwise being a part of this strange, obnoxious, unpredictable, oddly life-transforming little blog. And, of course, by giving a special thanks to the two people whose early contributions were so central to making this blog a success:

[Pictured: MARY KATE. ASHLEY. HEROES.]

Thank you, ladies. For all you do.

Time is Running Out for Troy Davis

Earlier today, the Georgia Board of Pardons and Paroles denied clemency to Troy Davis, a man who has been imprisoned on death row since 1991, and has faced multiple execution dates. The death penalty has been in the news a lot in the United States recently, as it came up rather memorably and dramatically at the Republican debate, when the audience actively cheered at the number of executions in Texas. Rick Perry may sleep at night just fine after executing people who were in all probability innocent, but some of us are not as sanguine about the death penalty, and what is done in our names.

The United States is among a shrinking list of nations that still uses capital punishment. Despite the care this country claims to take with capital cases, innocent people have been executed, and will continue to be executed, because we have a deeply broken ‘justice’ system. This case highlights the extremes of that system; as Amy Goodman and many other commentators have pointed out, it amounts to a judicial lynching. And it is very likely to move forward despite international outcry.

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Above reproach: why do we never question fidelity?

I’ve been in Italy for the past ten days or so, on an end of summer break. Which, you know, it was great and I had all the food and all the art related visits to galleries and the Venice Art Biennial and walking through Milano (did I ever mention how awful I feel every time I visit Milano which I used to do regularly for work related reasons? It’s the only city I’ve ever been where I feel truly inadequate no matter what I am wearing or how well put together I am; the degree of style and beauty in regular people is pretty much unseen, at least for me, anywhere else in the world). But I digress because my summer break was not the subject of this post, although I did spend quite some time thinking about the topic during my vacation because it was inspired by Roman empire ruins and, of all people, Silvio Berlusconi.

Now, I speak Italian, which means that I get to talk to folks while I am out and about. And Berlusconi gets mentioned regularly. A lot. Sometimes in a snarky tone, making fun of his politics. Sometimes very negatively but also, to my surprise, he often gets mentioned in a positive light by quite some people. I would dare say that he might not be loved by the majority, at least not now that his mandate is eroded, but there is still a sizable number of people who seem to like him and who, I’d venture, would vote for him again. In spite of all the scandals and in spite of his sexual misconduct, which is extensively documented.

It was precisely his sexual misconduct what got me thinking about the subject of this post. Because it was misconduct (probably still is, I doubt a guy like him would suddenly stop acting out just because he is under more scrutiny than usual; if anything, his behavior seems driven by a sense of impunity, entitlement and unchecked power more so than by what italians, bound to their profoundly Catholic heritage, like to call “carnal desires”). Berlusconi, in many people’s minds, embodies the attributes of the Latin patriarch, the man who has unrestricted access, to put it bluntly, to pussy. Also, the man who acts as if he is not bound to common notions of fidelity, faithfulness or monogamy. A guy who built his image as a relentless womanizer that runs a country under dubious rules, with a public perception of rampant corruption and alliances with characters that have currently fallen from grace.

And, since we are on the subject of monogamy and fidelity, I need to point to the obvious American counterpart: Bill Clinton. For much, much less, Clinton was roasted by the public. International media portrayed the Clinton scandal with a very heavy investment in his lack of fidelity towards his wife. In many people’s minds, this absence of marital fidelity seemed to symbolize his lack of allegiance to his country. And I suspect that was because, unlike Berlusconi, Clinton’s marriage was very much in the public eye.

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Nationwide Birth Control Recall

Qualitest Pharmaceuticals has issued a nationwide recall for several lots of birth control pills, due to a “packaging error”:

The recall affects these products: Cyclafem 7/7/7, Cyclafem 1/35, Emoquette, Gildess FE 1.5/30, Gildess FE 1/20, Orsythia, Previfem and Tri-Previfem.

The pills are rotated incorrectly within their packages, meaning that some birth control users might take the pills in the wrong order and become pregnant. If you take any of the above you can call 1-877-300-6153 during normal business hours to get your pills replaced; you can read more information on the exact lots affected in this .pdf.

Sunday links, on Tuesday

So I really meant to do a link post last weekend, and then this weekend, but I just got super busy, and then there was the True Blood finale, and then my cat ate my google docs, and, and, and.  Here are we anyway.  Links organised thematically and that, and in the spirit of full disclosure, I should admit that I frequently edit Chally and Kristin as well as the TBD crew.  Feel free to drop your own links in the comments.

#WheresTeamTigerBeatdownlately

Sady wrote a piece on Mad Men, Community and retro sexism and racism at Global Comment.  She’s also at the new Tavi Gevinson helmed Rookie Mag, talking about the gap between her expectations of high school and the reality.

I talked to Helen from electropop band Ladytron at The Girls Are and about how the states are privatising Medicaid through “managed care” programs at Alternet.

At Bitch, s.e’s been blogging with anna_palindrome for the We’re All Mad Here series.  Posts include the institution in music videos, parenting while crazy, and how pharmaceutical companies frame mental illness in their 2.5 billion dollars worth of advertising a year.  And at Trans/plant/portation, ou wrote about Rick Perry and the death penalty.

Garland’s also been blogging at Bitch, about that surprisingly non-sketchy lesbian KY ad and about a gay couple in Texas where one partner has been legally enjoined to not leave his children alone with his husband.

Flavia wrote at the Guardian about Argentina’s move towards easier trans access to correct documentation and what it means for sexual equality.

#Popculture

Apparently the Booker judges this year don’t like hard books very much, poor dears (ableism in the title).  Julianne Escobedo Shepherd on 10 revolting television shows that need to die.  Crunktastic at the Crunk Feminist Collective wrote about the fear of black women’s anger in relation to Serena Williams’ treatment at the US Open.  Kristin Rawls has started an interesting column at Bitch on women, spirituality and music called “Preacher’s Daughter.”  Her take on St. Vincent’s “Cruel” has been the standout so far.

#Politics

Apparently climate scientists now need to have a legal defense fund, that’s how many lawsuits they’re fighting.  Who needs decent academic research on the climate, anyway?  Chally Kacelnik at Global Comment on how the Murdoch press uses misogyny against Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard.  Murdoch imprint The Australian reassures us not to blame sexism for Gillard’s woes,” which is super convincing.

Sign.org has a petition circulating to get student debt forgiven in the United States – a very good idea given the general deflation of demand in the economy and the otherwise looming bubble burst in higher education.  Speaking of that deflation, the IMF admits the patently obvious: austerity does terrible things to countries in the short term, and should only be pursued “when the recovery is more robust.”  Nice of them to decide this now the debt crisis is looking to take Europe and the US under.

At Alternet, massive unemployment: a sign capitalism doesn’t work.  Nevertheless, the Cameron government has moved to effectively end the NHS in the UK. I’m sure imitation of the privatised American system will go swimmingly.  Meanwhile in the US, Tea Partiers are cheering the hypothetical death of an uninsured man.  If that’s capitalism working, sign me up for Douglas Rushkoff’s world without jobs.  By which he means, I hope, socialism, or at least a robust social democracy.

#Lifestyleetc

A new version of the contraceptive pill for (cis) women targeting egg release is on the horizon.  Meet the pluerry, a hybrid fruit combining plum and cherry.

And lastly, friend of the blog Arwyn at Raising My Boychick recently had a child, and the photos are adorable.  Shameless showing off definitely warranted.

And that’s it for today.  Until next Tuesday Sunday.