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Let’s look at the phallus

(Trigger warning for discussions of rape culture, assault and violence)

What’s in a name, we might argue. And get all semantic and argumentative and a bit heated in debate. However, the funny thing is, we agree in all principles debated perhaps, but we might not necessarily agree on the accepted conventions and where these conventions have taken us.

And I am not an academic. I am not someone with “top down authority”, someone who cascades knowledge down to those “beneath” her in the social ladder. I am a pop culture writer who, sometimes with more, sometimes less success looks at the world around her and sometimes strings a few words to try and explain what she sees. So, I do not get to “name” phenomenons or cultural landscapes or sociological situations. Instead, like the vast majority of people (in fact, almost everyone else), I get to live with the names that someone else, someone with this “top down authority” has chosen, given and assigned for those phenomenons that affect me.

Now, of course, I always have the option of individual rebellion. I can, in fact, refuse to use this name that was chosen on my behalf. I can, indeed, express my disagreement with this name and never use it. However, in this refusal, I also place myself in the periphery. If I decide that a name doesn’t represent me and I will no longer use it, then I will also have to remove myself from the discussions pertaining that name. Which situates me outside, even more so than I was before, the positions of “top down authority”. I get to be the outsider, sure; but I also get to not participate in the discussions that define the words I resist.

Probably that’s why I love bell hooks so much (incidentally, the very first feminist author with whom I identified and whom I felt “spoke” to me about the issues I understood; and one day I shall write the book about how her theories affect and could enrich other fields). She resists and she still names. She looks from the periphery into the center and still gets to defy the naming conventions, challenging “top down authorities” and taking them to task when their naming is inappropriate.

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WHY IS TIGER BEATDOWN SO BORING? One Answer

Yes, friends, once again it is time for me to write to you from a bus. A bus headed to exotic Boston! For I am speaking again, this time at Wellesley. I, uh… promise to post the speech for you, if you can’t make it? But anyway. If you are in Boston, and would like to see An Actual Thing, That I Wrote, here is the Facebook link! And I look forward to seeing you there.

FUN! For People Who Don’t Leave The House

Say, do you like fun? I know I don’t! That is why I am not at tonight’s fun event for ladies, the Roe on the Rocks benefit, starring the incomparable Sara Benincasa and oh, many and many a lovely band. HOWEVER. Let’s assume you’re a sad and lonely person who reads the Internet to get your kicks. In that case, we have much more in common! And may I present you with this article I wrote up, about the Phyllis Schlafly?

As far as careers go, a girl couldn’t wish for a better one than Phyllis Schlafly. Much sought-after public speaker; respected author, published many times over; powerful activist, who has changed the course of major legislation; a godmother, one could argue, to a huge movement of dedicated, vocal, professional women.

Seriously. I tried to write this without being pointlessly mean at all. Because, you know, not serving our points and whatnot. Which, since Schlafly is the woman who got Betty Friedan to tell her that she ought to be “burned at the stake,” was tough! Look at me, raising the bar. I… think? Although I do sort of blame her for Sarah Palin. Which is enough for any one person to live with, I would think.

The Great State of Florida Has No Use For Your Potty Mouth

Last week, on the floor of the Florida House, Representative Scott Randolph used a word that earned him a rebuke from GOP spokesperson, Katie Betta:

“The Speaker has been clear about his expectations for conduct on the House for during debate. At one point during the debate, he mentioned to the entire House that members of both parties needed to be mindful of decorum during debate.”

What was this filthy, awful, nasty word he used, a word so foul as to constitute a break of decorum? Uterus. Randolph made a joke which he credited to his wife theorizing that if she would incorporate her uterus, the GOP would be less interested in regulating her private decisions. Betta went on to explain that the GOP was only thinking of the children:

Additionally, the Speaker believes it is important for all Members to be mindful of and respectful to visitors and guests, particularly the young pages and messengers who are seated in the chamber during debates. In the past, if the debate is going to contain language that would be considered inappropriate for children and other guests, the Speaker will make an announcement in advance, asking children and others who may be uncomfortable with the subject matter to leave the floor and gallery.

Of course. Because showing up to public hearings in the hopes they might hear hot anatomical terms is how everyone in Florida gets their kicks. As soon as I heard about this, I opened up a text pad and started writing a erotic novel I’m tentatively titling Bodily Autonomy, marketed to the salacious tastes of the average Floridian.* A sample:

Ovaries. Uterus. Gametes. Fallopian Tubes. Vulva. Tibia. Ovaries. Uterus. Pelvic Exam. Testicles. Vas Deferens. Endometrium. Pap Smear. Rights.

This is the same state, it is important to remember, where George Rekers was paid 120,000 dollars to spew anti-gay bigotry and junk science in order to prevent gays and lesbians from adopting. Maybe if they would invite real experts and real scientists to testify before the legislature they wouldn’t be so squeamish about people using medical terms on the House floor.

When the Florida GOP tries to excise the word uterus from the political discourse, they are stigmatizing the bodies of millions of Americans so they can take away the rights of those Americans with impunity. They are teaching young Floridians that anatomical knowledge is taboo and scary and utterly failing their duty to produce educated citizens. So when the Florida GOP asks “Will somebody think of the children?” my response is “WE ARE.”

*h/t to @AndThenKeirSaid for taking a good joke and making it a GREAT joke.

Montana State Representative Alan Hale Rails Against DUI Laws

It should be noted that Alan Hale owns a bar.

Last week Alan Hale voted yes on Montana’s HB 544 , a bill that would require a doctor performing an abortion to “screen” the abortion seeker an hour beforehand to make certain they aren’t being “coerced” into having a legal medical procedure. Hale has also voted yes on bills that would require an ultrasound prior to an abortion and change the definition of homicide to include fetuses, all within the last few months.

To conclude, Representative Alan Hale of Montana, whose website is here, whose office phone number is 406-461-9132, believes that the laws that make it illegal to operate a vehicle while intoxicated are MORE intrusive than laws designed to limit people’s access to a legal medical procedure.

If you decide to call Representative Alan Hale, please be civil, and try to make as many Gilligan’s Island jokes as you can.

Alan Hale Jr. dressed as his character from Gilligan's Island, captain's hat jauntily cocked to one side.

Women’s Police Stations in Latin America and access to justice

I just came across a study, which was released at the end of 2010 about a phenomenon that, I believe is pretty specific to Latin America: Women’s Police Stations (WPS).

The first WPS opened in São Paulo, Brazil in 1985 and now similar ones can be found in 13 Latin American countries. The study, Women’s Police Stations in Latin America: An Entry Point for Stopping Violence and Gaining Access to Justice (link to PDF), was carried out by the Center for Planning and Social Science, an NGO based in Quito, Ecuador and it collected data from Brazil, Ecuador, Nicaragua and Peru.

Some facts about WPS in Latin America:

  • They are staffed by women
  • They are located in a separate building or have access to a separate entrance from regular police stations
  • They include a multidisciplinary team that works in coordination with local NGOs devoted to gender specific matters
  • Their main goal is to make the problem of violence against women more visible as a public, collective, and punishable issue.

To understand the historical context behind the WPS, the study provides some background information:

The establishment of women’s police stations (WPS) in the four countries included in this study, namely Brazil, Ecuador, Nicaragua and Peru, as well as in others in the region, has its roots in social and political processes. One is the struggle by feminist and women’s movements to break the silence on domestic violence, demand integrated and comprehensive services, and defend women’s rights. The other is the recognition of the state’s obligations to provide access to justice and to prevent, punish, and eliminate violence against women. The two are interrelated and have been carried out at the local, national, regional, and international levels. As is described in what follows, in a relatively brief period, women’s right to a life free of violence has been formally recognized and several mechanisms have been created so they can exercise that right, among which the WPS play an important role.

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Gun Registries Don’t Stop Suicide, Mental Health Services Do

[Note: This article has a trigger warning, for descriptions and discussion of suicide. Also, at the author’s request, comments on this post have been turned off.]

A young woman goes to the mall, buys a gun, and shoots herself in the parking lot.

There are a lot of potential responses to this story; we could talk about suicidal ideation and how it works, about the failures of suicide prevention programs, about the rising rates of mental illness in young adults, particularly young women, in the United States. One in five Californians reports symptoms of mental illness in any given year and the same statistics can be seen in the rest of the country.

We could also talk about the false correlation between mental illness and violence, gun violence in particular, that dominated headlines this year after the assassination attempt on Gabrielle Giffords.

What this young woman’s mother decided to talk about was the creation of a gun registry to deny gun purchases to people with a history of mental illness (story via Lisa Harney). As a person with a history of mental illness who owns guns, as a person who has lost friends to suicide by gun, this is a story that hit me much like a punch in the gut. Really? The response to suicide is ‘we should set up a registry to keep guns out of the hands of the crazies’? That’s what we’re going with?

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A Tale of Two Sexisms

“Progress ahoy!” I exclaimed when I came across some Spanish speaking media reporting of The Manual for the Non-sexist Use of Language recently distributed to government offices across Mexico. The manual seeks to reduce comments that enforce gender stereotypes, as well as the default use of the masculine form in the Spanish language. This pervasive use of masculine in Spanish permeates our entire culture. So, I celebrated the small victory, especially because a body devoted specifically to gender matters, the National Commission to Prevent and Eradicate Violence Against Women, wrote it.

Laura Carrera Lugo, the head of the Commission spoke at a press conference during the presentation and said (Spanish text, translation mine) “There are times when we need to exaggerate certain matters until we reach a middle ground; right now it is important to address how we change people’s minds”.

The manual is meant as “a tool to familiarize federal public workers with the use of non-sexist strategies in the Spanish language”. It discourages the use of phrases such as: “If you want to work, why did you have children,” and: “You are prettier when you keep quiet”.

It also advises against referring to women as possessions, in commonly used phrases such as “Pedro’s woman” or another usual form of referring to one’s wife as “my old woman” (I could probably write a book about the many instances my Argentinean grandfather used that one). So, I thought, you know, a step in the right direction.

Then I came across English language (American, to be more specific) media reporting on it, and this is what I found, courtesy of New York Daily News:

That Mexican civil servants even need such a guide speaks volumes about the dire situation of women in a socially conservative country that has been racked by a raging drug war.

Which is funny (not HA HA funny, but more WTF Funny) considering a moment earlier, I had just read a review of Tameron Keyes’ memoir of her days working in Wall Street at Forbes (yes, the Wall Street located at the same New York City that the New York Daily News reports about):

Keyes’ story is hard to read at times; a fact which makes you wonder what it was like to actually live with unrelenting prejudice described. A case in point, as Keyes is walking down the hallway one day, a male colleague calls out aggressively in front of a number of other workers, “Hey Tameron, I could f*** you so hard you’d have to hold your guts in with a 2 by 4.”

And then I became pretty upset because this othering transparently executed by New York Daily News of the specific Mexican situation is not just racism disguised as inane cultural commentary. It’s more than that because through this othering, this alienation, it also hurts American women by implying that it’s the Mexicans that have a problem and American women do not have to deal with the same kind of noxious, damaging culture. By placing the problem within the confines of another country’s borders, media does not need to address the very similar circumstances that affect people in their own local environments.

Do I believe a manual will solve the many cultural problems affecting women in Mexico? Not by a long shot. But I also believe that by addressing the use of language, at least there is an attempt to bring these issues to the surface, putting them in the public’s minds. Which is certainly more than I can say about the way most mainstream media reports on the pervasive sexism and misogyny that affect women everywhere.

Your Body Is A Murderland

Friends: I have a lot of interests. Feminism, chili cheese fries, talking about feminism while eating chili cheese fries… the list goes on! However, one of my interests is “blogs about tattoos.” They always brighten my day a little. Mostly because I get to judge people, which is really my function in this life. You get a Harry Potter tattoo; I see your Harry Potter tattoo; I laugh and laugh and laugh. It’s the natural order!

So imagine my dismay when I checked into one such tattoo blog this morning and found this:

Uh. Yikes? Fortunately, the owner of this tattoo has provided a little background on his new (and PROMINENTLY PLACED; sweet Jesus help me, is that a wrist?) bit of Body Artistry:

This is my “unfortunate-victim-of-child-abduction-with-her-mouth-taped-shut-awaiting-her-snuff-flick-style-demise” tattoo.

I SEE.

You know, there are a lot of points to be made about this. Something something fetishizing violence toward women, something something rape culture — in one post, he describes her as a “pre-teen rape victim!” — something something misogyny and dehumanization of women blah. But really, before we get all into that, let’s look at the bright side: The punishment really does fit the crime here. Someday — maybe someday in the near future — this young gentleman will wake up and realize that, you know, all of these ladies he encounters on a more or less regular basis really are PEOPLE, and it’s kind of gross and inhuman to think of the harm done to them (at fairly high rates, even!) as a fun, aestheticized diversion from his boring and extremely beardy little life. And on that day, he will have proof of how stupid he is CARVED ALL THE FUCK OVER HIS FOREARM, and will be unable to escape it. Justice done! And, in the meantime, this — short of getting “DON’T DATE HIM, GIRL” tattooed on his forehead — will keep the rest of us safely away.

Ohhhhh, I really just do love judging other people’s tattoos.

Tiger Earplugs: Mal Blum

Yesterday I went to GayBiGayGay, the annual queer rock festival at the end of South By Southwest. This was their first year in a new location, it was a beautiful day, and the ZiegenBock was reasonably priced – so reasonably priced that I spent most of the afternoon trying to take a nap. But before I got too many drinks in, I saw Mal Blum!

She and Simon Littlejohn were absolutely wonderful. I absolutely recommend visiting her bandcamp page to listen to more of her music and buy her album.

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