Tuesday, February 21, 2006

cutting shani some slack: more on middle class black angst


thinking about shani davis. he's the first black guy to win an individual gold in the winter olympics - EVER - and he can't seem to get a break. i was reading an article yesterday that seemed to say that his reaction to winning is bizarre. but it's not, really.

I had to explain this to my roomie once. She comes from a midwestern family that celebrates everything in a really big way- holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, promotions, this and that. It's great - they're a wonderfully loving and generous family. Sometimes she doesn't understand me and my family's more...low key way of doing things.

For instance, when I had that article published. I knew my family was happy for me - but my dad just sent an email that said, "Proud of you, girl." When I took a risk to change jobs and do something I really really wanted and it actually worked out, my sister simply said, "I knew you could do it." It was the same when I graduated college, went to grad school, finished my degree, moved to Chicago - my family just said, "We're proud of you. We knew you could do it."

And so I understand Shani Davis and his mother. They're a family who've had to work extra hard to get where they are. And for them, as it was for me and my family, the work never stops. It's hard to let go of that work, to relax, and say, "Ok, I can take a breath now. I can take a break now." There's never a break. Not when you're the first. There's a whole lot of black folk looking at you, smiling in pride, but that's a heavy burden - the First. There's a whole lot of white people looking at you - watching you. They may or may not be waiting for you to crack, but let's just assume the worst (there are no surprises when you think of the worst). Someone wants you to fail. You're the First, so if you screw up, you screw up big.

And so you work even harder - because who cares if people like/don't like you? Being a success trumps that.

So I wrote the reporter and told her all this. I said, Please understand; what you trivialize by calling a 'mood swing' is a way we black people have for dealing with and preparing for success. Allow Davis to process this huge moment, this culmination of all his hard work, in his own way. And also understand how condescending and problematic it is for the press (the - ahem - white press) to say to a black man, "Now show me how happy you are!" In my community, we call that minstrelsy and we don't do that anymore.

[sister gal even wrote me back and said thanks for giving her a perspective she'd never had before. she even said mine was the best letter she had about the subject. yay for me - i get a gold star for race relations. a bridge was built. that's my good deed for Black History Month.]

Monday, February 20, 2006

happy president's day: i'm supposed to be off

but, instead, i'm in the office finishing up a project.
since 11.30 am.

i could be at a museum. or a bookstore. or, in bed (which is where i was for 16 hours yesterday - so long my roomie thought i had a stroke.)

but no. i'm here. on a holiday. working.

Friday, February 17, 2006

the power of the internets

On Private Web Site, Wal-Mart Chief Talks Tough - New York Times

i'll come clean; i've never shopped in a wal mart and i never will. (hi, target and cost co!) so reading how the CEO's internal managerial blog got out makes me gleeful. i tend to think the flattening of information makes things transparent and transparency is good.

it leads to accountability.

accountability should be good, right?

Thursday, February 16, 2006

man oh man


so today was my quick phone interview with the reporter about why i'm a girl who likes watching boys get it on. we laughed and giggled about the voyeur thing, sure. and who can really resist heath and jake? not i.

B- and i had a conversation (one of the very few) one night about porn; he wanted to know how i felt about it and i shrugged. it's okay the first time, but then the repetition just doesn't do anything for me, i said. erotica works better for me and seeing two men make out works the best. B- was a little quiet. i said that when i see two men together i don't see me in that at all and that's comforting to me; it's comfortable. it allows me to be the selfish observer. i'm not the object; they are. it's a turn on to not be someone else's object.

(mark pritchard has a brutally hilarious story about what happens when a gay couple takes an impromptu dance lesson from a girl friend after a dinner party.)

it's hot to see two men come together, matched strength for strength, power to power. there's a physicality and muscularity in it that i like. i'd like to consume that.

hm. 'consume'. i wasn't going for that word but it's the one that came out.

(or, maybe my erotic attachment to man/man action is just a way of expressing my desire for the phallus. heh. theory made flesh.)

i realized all this back in grad school, at a party. i came upon a friend kissing his boyfriend in a dark corner of the hall. they were so caught up they didn't see me. and so i watched them for a while and found myself completely enthralled. there was the surprise of finding my friend like this, in a context he'd never allowed me to see; there was the sense of the forbidden (back then, i was totally a virgin and just beginning to shed my baptist skin); but there was just the pure erotic enjoyment of watching two hot guys go at it in the dark. i kept thinking about it for days.

and that's why figleaf, over there on my blogroll, makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. here's an average, anonymous guy somewhere in the northwest putting his rather average body out there for visual consumption. it's startling, even though the photos are in no way pornographic or obscene. most of them are rather mundane - he's getting dressed, steeping out of the shower or sitting in his robe (the one in his wife's pleated skirt is just ridiculous, though. no one should wear pleats that wide.) but it's erotic to me.

(not as erotic as it'd be if there was another guy with him, also sitting around in his flannel robe and socks, but you can't have everything.)
so because of comments left on orange's post back in november, i received an email from a trib reporter who wants to ask me (and some other women) questions about why we are big fans of hot man/man action! like it's a mystery.
...
speaking of mysteries, roomie and i are rooting for this guy on american idol. we call him the 'silver fox'. hee! he sounds like ray charles, spazzes out like joe cocker and he makes us hot.

it's okay. you can say it - we're really just two teenagers pretending to be adults.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

speaking of eating the young...


Life&Style Weekly - TomKat are totally over!

if you were little katie holmes, wouldn't you be super pissed?
i mean, if you were strapped down and impregnated with his alien seed, wouldn't you want to sue his ass now that you're going to be forced to give birth to his extraterrestrial baby?

i would.

(a coworker said little katie holmes is a perfect example of why emergency contraception is so important ... snort.)

see? we eat our young.

last night my agency hosted a small event for a popular congresswoman. it was a fabulous event but, inevitably, during the Q&A, questions arose about Democratic tactics and why, basically, we all think the DNC sucks for giving up on women and what we know are our issues.

(i even said to her, Frankly, if I have another fundraising call from the DNC I'm throwing my phone out the window until they get their act together.)

most of us in the room felt the same way and agreed with the very successful and well-connected business woman, whose father used to be a congressman, who heatedly ripped the Democratic party a new one. gamely, the congresswoman said that while we had valid points (and that our criticisms are widespread and nothing new) she basically said 'stop complaining and DO something.'

i agree. so what are we to do? we clearly have a party that doesn't hear us, doesn't listen to us, is dangerously out of touch with a lot of us and has the strategic instincts of a drunk behind the wheel of a car. in light of all their missed opportunities, half-hearted fights and fake populism, what's a progressive girl to do?

change parties.

Popular Ohio Democrat Drops Out of Race, and Perhaps Politics - New York Times

Monday, February 13, 2006

it's a good day for freedom

What's the word around the world today?

Well, we discover our Vice President is a trigger-happy geezer (we all suspected as much, didn't we?) and that Haiti has a well-developed sense of irony when it comes to democracy. Meanwhile, from a separate wing of the Old Folk's Home, Rummy decides there just aren't enough armed conflicts in Africa.

On the homefront several big guns finally admit that our gov's response to Katrina was 'unacceptable.' In response, our nation shrugs.

Closer to home, a bill in Illinois inches closer to a vote authorizing pharmacists to NOT do their jobs because of their moral sqeamishness. In response, our state shrugs.

Ain't freedom grand?

Thursday, February 09, 2006

the groove is in the details

i'm tired of looking at boring profiles; i'm sure the men are personally fascinating but their profiles bring to mind white noise:

I love movies, music, reading, writing. [well, really. who doesn't? and what kind? 19th century sea ballads? educational films from the 50s? cookbooks? writing notes to coworkers on pieces of yellow tissue paper?] I work out and love to swim and ski. I play guitar and piano and love all kinds of music. ['all kinds.' how discriminating.] And I love to cook. I like the eclectic mix of restaurants [where? what? why?], movies theatres, museums, live music, theatre, etc. [making lists is so tiring, isn't it?] Who would I like to meet? Someone intelligent, kind and cheerful. Someone who's versatile and likes being with all different kinds of people and in all kinds of environments. [and maybe she'll like all kinds of music, too.] A good sense of humour [the british spelling!] is important, as is the ability to handle daily life with grace and goodwill. [this was nice. he should have started here.] I'm looking for someone who's down-to-earth and flexible, who can enjoy spending time together and can feel comfortable with my extremely varied group of friends - from artists to corporate executives. If you're easy-going [who's he looking for? basically, a woman who won't kick up a fuss.] and curious about learning and life, we're probably a good match. Send me a note and let's find out.
this man is a blank. a piece of lined paper covered in erasure scrubs.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

what superbowl? let's talk about girly things.


inevitably, ding's thoughts turn to valentine's day.
i can't avoid it; the crap is everywhere. and it probably doesn't help that i saw that new movie, 'something new.' (l.a. looks great in it and, dammit, it made me wish i was a buppie living in baldwin hills with a hot landscaper.)
anyway, v-day's arrival makes me think that if i had continued to swallow my resentment toward B- and our oddly non-communicative relationship, i might have had something to do on valentine's day.

hm. Making An Effort, so far, is rather lonesome business.

[thanks to roomie for the white castle link]

superbowl update: they just taped up some guy's groin.

relationship self-pity always occurs when i go to the movies and watch a rom-com. they make me feel like if only *i* had done something different with any of the boys in the past, then i'd have a partner now. maybe, maybe not. clearly, my thing with B- was a disaster on both our parts. and i mean, ok, with The Librarian - perhaps if i'd been...actually, i have no idea what happened there. i think he was eaten by a moose.

superbowl update: steelers touchdown is total bullshit. the ball clearly didn't make it over the line.

i go back to my father and his sandwich analogy. 'ding,' he'd say. 'you need to know how to make a man a sandwich.' but i honestly don't know what that means. i know what it *means* politically but i have no idea what that looks like. there are no nurturing women in my family. my father was never catered to. he was never coddled. my poor father was outnumbered in a house full of women who pretty much got our way when it counted.

superbowl update: this is a fast game. first half is over and while seattle started out promising, the steelers are up. wtf?? hang in there, seattle. the ball didn't cross the line!

so if i've never had a model of good relationship handling, then how the hell am i supposed to navigate these fucked up waters?

superbowl update: the stones!! dude. they're my dad's age. in spandex.

what's the bottom line of all this rambling?
valentine's day can kiss my ass.

superbowl update: fuck. steelers just got a 75-yard TD. seattle is screwed.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

brill-yunt: 50 most loathsome

bilious and vituperative, this list makes me smile.

The BEAST 50 Most Loathsome People in America, 2005

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

a sad day in munchkin land

craptastic. alito was confirmed.
what to look forward to: an out of control executive branch and a country that swerves a little bit closer to theocracy. ladies, say goodbye to your uterus.

come on, God, where's that fiery meteor i've been waiting for?!?

and sad. coretta scott king died last night.

well, january kind of blew

why i'm staying up late, i don't know. i have a full week ahead of me.
but i'm watching 'man from snowy river' and noticing how parts of it feel close to 'brokeback.' the yearning twangy guitar, the smooth cheeked cowboy alone with his horse, the livestock, the mountains and his little tent.

[god, i'm bored.
being all earnest and non profity is boring. i mean, not really. it's tremendously fulfilling and good, you know? good. but being good is dull.

being good requires patience. i think i have a thimble full left of that substance.
being good asks for a certain kind of dullard acquiescence. and that just makes me more bored. and you know what happens when i get bored?

i make bad decisions.
bad bad decisions.]

Friday, January 27, 2006

whither the Dems?

Kerry Gets Cool Response to Call to Filibuster Alito - New York Times

my favorite part of dumbassery:
"No one can complain on this matter that there hasn't been sufficient time to talk about Judge Alito, pro and con," Mr. Reid said on the Senate floor. "I hope that this matter will be resolved without too much more talking."

yeah, we certainly wouldn't want to muddy this whole confirmation with, uh, DEBATE.

i'm sick of them. just sick of them.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

partying with the planned parenthood folks

tonight i went over to the ritz for the planned parenthood annual award reception. two other women from the office joined me. we'd never been before - to a planned parenthood reception, that is.

that was approximately 6 hours ago.

what a blast! planned parenthood throws a kickass party. (a full 90 minutes of cocktailing!!) we heard from the governor, the woman who resigned from the FDA, and a community doctor who'd been serving planned parenthood for the past 30 odd years. it was fabulous being in a room full of activists, officials, agencies - everyone tossing back the cocktails, eating the prime rib, nibbling on chocolate, reading everyone's nametags desperately trying to figure out who you were. oh, yes, and catching up on what's been happening back in washington for the scalito confirmation. everyone had a story about being depressed and angry. (though rumor had it that kerry called for a filibuster, kennedy backed him and then frist called cloture.)

interesting fact: did you know that planned parenthood only has ONE abortion provider in the whole of metropolitan chicago? ONE. a doctor who's been doing this since roe was decided. i was stunned. we think that because we live in the city that we're protected. that access is easy and it's always going to be here.

it's not. there's ONE doctor in the whole city of chicago providing services for planned parenthood. who are the other service providers? the county hospital and one other service agency. how many providers do they have? one each. so that makes 3. 3 abortion providers in the whole city of chicago.

what the hell is going to happen when those doctors move away, or die or somehow stop providing services? some of the discussion tonight was about what would happen when abortion became a regional issue. my friends and i realized that chicago (and illinois) is surrounded by virulently anti-abortion states: wisconsin, missouri, michigan, indiana. if abortion turns into a regional burden, illinois will be swamped. i spoke with a woman who works in one of the medical offices and she said that today, they performed 65 procedures. 65. in one day. in one city. in one office.

we northern liberals like to distinguish ourselves from states like mississippi, states where there's one agency where women can go for abortions, but if a place like chicago of all places only has 3 doctors providing service, what's the difference? there's no difference between them and us.

a loss for them is a loss for us.

noooo! ira glass is leaving us

via Gapers Block, Chicago, IL - Merge: January 2006

like a brazen jezebel who just doesn't know how to leave well enough alone, new york has stolen away chicago's This American Life.
first you kill marshall fields, then you saddle us with trump's monstrosity on the river, and now you steal ira?

what's next, new york? what more can you do to us??

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

and so it begins...again

the mid term elections are around the corner and the jockeying, the strategizing, and the handicapping has begun. i've taken a year to recover from the whole election thing (which is why a hillary run makes me nauseous - it'll be hell) and i've been happy ignoring the fundraising pleas of the DNC.

but can i really stand another republican administration?
(and canada's no longer an option. thanks for that, canada.)

anyway, a piece that's been floating around today about what's really ailing the left: the media.

totally: no hillary for 2008

I Will Not Support Hillary Clinton for President

i can't do it.

i would love to vote for a woman but i can't vote for hillary. i admire her ambition, her drive and her brains but i can't do it. not for president. let's just hand the country to the republicans for the next 50 years, why don't we?

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

a friend's book: reading at the newberry


A Stronger Kinship: One Town's Extraordinary Story of Hope and Faith

she's actually a friend of a friend but her project is stunning. last week, new orleans' mayor practically shat all over king's dream of racial cooperation. cox's book looks at a town in michigan that predated king and lived his dream. it's a great work of research.

on february 22, she'll be reading from and signing her new book at the Newberry. hope to see some of y'all there.

Monday, January 23, 2006

oh, gack: students get uppity

Hugo Schwyzer: Quick reflection on UCLAProfs

like sands through the hourglass, our university system gets dumber and dumberer. but instead of trying to figure out why college kids can't read by the time they graduate, a group loosely affiliated with my alma mater is truckin' out that old canard: universities are full of lib'ruls - and they're out to get your children!

michael berube has a fabulous post about it here.

i wish we'd had the ability, way back when, to brainwash students. it would have freed up a lot of time; instead of introducing the urchins to austen and bronte, i'd have lost my virginity a lot sooner.

teachers don't think about inculcating young minds with progressive dogma; we'd be happy if the little urchins actually knew how to write a non-plagiarized paper.
we don't have time to cook up ways to bring them over to the dark side; we're too busy getting drunk reading papers on why the japanese deserved to be interred, or why ayn rand was misunderstood or why feminists just need to get laid.
we don't have the flipping time to scheme of ways to get them to renounce capitalism or kiss michael moore's ass; we're too effing busy trying to explain what cultural literacy is.

i wish these people who think teaching college is like touching one's intimate parts for public gratification would actually try teaching a class one day.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Blogging for Choice


My alter-ego, ChurchGal, Blogs for Choice here.

And it's the anniversary of Roe v. Wade. Let's enjoy it while we can.

(And if you need reminding why reproductive choice is so very important, take your head out the sand and read up on what's been going on across the country for the past year or so. it's boggling.

Via Bush v. Choice)

Saturday, January 21, 2006

with the mayor of new orleans blathering on about chocolate on monday, i finally saw 'crash' friday night, dreading whatever racial lessons were going to be unleashed, and i was pleasantly surprised. sure, it totally stressed me out to see the lapd and l.a. but i was surprised how true the movie rang.

not about race. i don't think 'crash' is about race at all. it's too convenient to say it's a race movie. l.a. is too racially diverse to avoid racial tension but race is often a handy metaphor for what l.a. feels like beneath everything. but beyond racial conflict, the movie is really about the basic, crazy isolation of los angeles.

i was born in l.a. but i hate it. it makes me tense. i feel like i'm on some lonely planet whenever i visit. and what i noticed in the film is that every conversation, the basic bridge from one person to another, misfires with possible disaster as a consequence. beneath every conversation, you sense there's something a character really wants to say: about desire, fear, something. there's something he desperately wants to get out. (you see it most with terrance howard's character, especially in his scene with ryan phillipe. you see it in the last scene between nola gaye and brendan frasier and he's saying good night to his wife. there's always something under the surface and the opportunity to voice what it is never presents itself.) but they either don't know how to say it, or they've been so alone in their bubble, they've forgotten about other people.

not because of race, but because l.a. makes you that way.

the women didn't seem to have this much of a problem, though. the female detective, the persian daughter, the tv director's wife, the DA's wife - the women in this film try to pierce the little bubbles that surround them, to varying degrees of success.

when i talk to midwesterners who moved to l.a. for a little bit, then came back hating it, i nod. they felt like they were going insane. no one talked to one another. no one touched each other. there was nowhere to go. it felt like people spoke a secret language only a few others could understand. it was too isolating. and that's what l.a. is. it's a skinner box. you're in your car for hours at a time; then you're in your office park; then you're back in your car; then you're home.

l.a. doesn't have public space; it doesn't have sidewalks full of people. the streets are too large to cross in one traffic light. none of the public transportation goes quite as far as it needs to go. but it has commerce. it's not unnoticed that the most popular places in the city are places like The Promenade or Universal City Walk or The Grove, the old Farmers Market on Fairfax that's been turned into a huge outdoor mall where they manufacture snow for the holidays. it tries to capture the way a neighborhood is supposed to feel but instead it just feels like an amusement park.

think of it - in l.a. people drive miles to find a place to walk around and brush shoulders with other people. how sad is that??

when you live in a city that's just a nasty ball of artifice, distance and commercial calculation how can you not feel crazy and disconnected?

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

yay!: Carnival of the Feminists 7

i love the carnival.

if you haven't read a carnival, you really should. it's a compendium of some really great, smart writing by blogging women. (emphasis on smart - if you like your women the way you like your president, then this ain't for you. on the other hand, who knows? you may learn something.)

hosted by Feministe.
that loud popping noise you may have heard today, around 5.30 pm?
yeah. that was my head.

Monday, January 16, 2006

wookin' pa nub

were you at wit's end on MLK day? so were these people.

[thanks gapers block]

work is heating up this week so, unless we invade iran, posting is going to be even more random and light than it has been since new year.

just so you know.

i have a dream: a day off

working for a non profit rocks.
why? i get martin luther king day off.

so right now roomie and i are wondering what to do:
hit a bar in the middle of the afternoon?
drive up to evanston for a movie, lunch and comic books?
find a roller skating rink?

roomie's wearing her hunting hat. we gotta go.

Friday, January 13, 2006

the One

it's late (i just spent 90 minutes straightening my hair) but in honor of the passing of B- (and to deflect any self-pitying tangents) i'd like to know who is the one who still makes you dizzy when you think about them? (the one who got away, the one you picked, the one you just glanced at on the el - who?)

mine was S-, an unemployed web developer in brooklyn. he was my first Nerver. tan skin, hair that stuck straight up, black rimmed glasses and a rower's butt. quirky, funny, neurotic as hell. he told me a story about blinding a mouse with hairspray and i was a goner. i flew out to brooklyn, we frolicked, he asked if black people ate asparagus...gosh, i liked him alot. he made me nuts.

no...maybe it's K-, my massive crush from grad school who'd wear a kilt to teach...or maybe it was M-... well, let's just stop there.

who's yours?

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

resolution: make an effort not to whine


work is going to be my lover for a while.
not that it's a bad thing! work is comforting; work makes me feel good; work makes me feel valuable and i do good work. so work is good. yeah...good.

it's good that i have a deadline for a piece to write coming up next week; it's good that the month of january and february will absolutely blow at the office. it's good that my position will probably be expanding (newest development!!). really, it's all good.

it's just that...sunday, i went to get a bra fitting and i think that's going to be the last time, for a very long time, that anyone is going to cup my boob.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

alito in the house

now that the alito process is underway, i've been thinking about the worst case scenario: access to abortion being whittled down to nothing, forcing women who don't want to give birth to do so.

so i've been thinking that it's probably time for me to get an IUD. there are no hormones involved (which is a good thing for me since anything containing hormones will kill me) and it's long-term. my ex-roomie has one and she loves it, though it took her two years to find a doctor in illinois who didn't want to administer a psych exam before giving her one.

(can you believe that?? talk about bullshit patriarchy.)

worrying about how to keep my body baby-free is why choice is so important to me. if someone gets on the court who will severely limit access to abortion (or allow states to gut reproductive legislation significantly) my ability to make the best decision to not conceive or not give birth becomes harder and harder, accessible methods becoming more and more extreme.

a coworker of mine once told me i was paranoid, that nothing would ever happen to reproductive rights - at least roe wouldn't be overturned.

but we don't need roe to be overturned to worry; check out what's happening legislatively in south dakota, indiana, virginia.

[via feministing]

Monday, January 09, 2006


have i told you that my resolution this year is to Make An Effort?
well, to that end, i think i've dropped the hammer on B-.

he emailed me today.
shorter B-: i'm angry you blew me off; but i'm up for it again if you are.
shorter ding: i didn't blow you off; i had my period plus you live in wisconsin and i'm feeling resentful you expect me to do all the traveling and never once think about reciprocating.

his response? 'oh, well.' what the hell?? 'oh, well'?!?
so. i decided it was time i was honest with B-. it's a new year. i have to make an effort. i made a short list of my feelings: i feel resentful, i feel emotionally unsatisfied, i feel taken for granted, i feel tawdry. i feel it's his turn to give the CTA a whirl. i feel if we're going to continue to see each other, everything has to change.

he's likely to go on some kind of existential rant or ignore it altogether or call me a cruel, calculating bitch (which he's done before), but i don't care. i made the effort to communicate my feelings. via email.

Friday, January 06, 2006

among the news lou rawls kicking off this mortal coil, sharon's brain bleed and jon stewart hosting the oscars this is the stupidest thing i've come across today:

"In order to convince people we care about them, we've got to understand their culture and show them we care about their culture," Mr. Bush said. "You know, when somebody comes to me and speaks Texan, I know they appreciate the Texas culture. When somebody takes time to figure out how to speak Arabic, it means they're interested in somebody else's culture."


someone please wake me up when this presidency is over.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

bitch to david brooks: you missed the point

reliably, Bitch Ph.D. takes apart David Brooks and points us to other pieces covering the same article he wrote to kick off the new year.

my favorite part is her succinct parsing of his blind spot (emphasis mine):

Like a dummy, he goes on to say that "Hirshman has it exactly backward . . . . Power is in the kitchen. The big problem is not the women who stay there but the men who leave." Infuriating, because THAT IS PRECISELY HIRSHMAN'S POINT: that the problem is that men don't do enough of the unpaid, unrecognized, low-status work of domesticity. And that because they don't do it, women are forced into "choosing" between home life and professional life rather than getting to have both.


(and here's a letter to the times that says quite the same thing)

not a crush, but getting there

i really hate putting my clothes back in the closet.
it is such a punishment for them. like me, they love hanging out all over the bed.

but since i must Make an Effort this year, i have to put them away. but not yet. right now, i'm checking out this guy's blog (found via my roomie Feckless) and i think he might give the naked guy in the red flannel robe a run for his money.

he's clever with the words, people!

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

i am in the throes of an inappropriate blog-crush on a guy who takes pictures of himself in a red flannel robe and white socks. yes, i know it's ridiculous. but come on. if i can't have mathieu, then this is what's left.

shyly, i make my way over to his blog, lurk for a little bit - and i mean little. i can only take it for five minutes. i don't crawl through the archives, i don't leap from link to link. i read his latest post and when he says 'read more', i do. and then, when the naughty photo pops up, i giggle like a teenager. i even get a little light-headed.
then i get the hell out of dodge.

jeebus, i need to go out on a date.

naughty, naughty: black fiction too sexy?

Their Eyes Were Reading Smut - New York Times

last year, i dropped in on a black romance writer's blog and checked out the conversation there. in a thread about chick lit vs. literary fiction, someone said that those who complain about chick lit and how bad it is are just boring, over-educated so-and-so's, by extension arguing that literary fiction is boring and over-educated.

maybe. honestly, my tastes in african american literature are very particular. the more literary, the better. but nick chiles seems a bit overwrought in his reaction. why the shame, nick? don't we have permission to be trashy, too?

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

we broke it; they fix it

typical.

i guess not rebuilding iraq is what our president means when he uses the word 'resolve.' if so, we should be wary when he vows to show the same 'resolve' toward other things: fixing social security, protecting civil rights, strengthening our borders.

if this is resolve, show me a little timidity.

Monday, January 02, 2006

perfect start to the year

Tennessee Guerilla Women: David Brooks: The Year of Domesticity

wow. since the times went all premium i've thankfully been spared the weekly aneurism i suffer whenever i read him. but thanks to the folks at Tennessee Guerilla Women, here's Bobo at his most patriarchal:
Her third mistake is to not even grapple with the fact that men and women are wired differently. The Larry Summers flap produced an outpouring of work on the neurological differences between men and women. I'd especially recommend ''The Inequality Taboo'' by Charles Murray in Commentary and a debate between Steven Pinker and Elizabeth Spelke in the online magazine Edge.

One of the findings of this research is that men are more interested in things and abstract rules while women are more interested in people. (You can come up with your own Darwinian explanation as to why.)

Sunday, January 01, 2006

my favorite posts

hugo started a short list of his favorite posts in 2005.
it seems almost pointless for me to do it since i have about 5 regular readers (except when i post about hemhorroids and having bad sex with B-), but here it is.

my faves:
why david brooks is a tool (jan 18)
i choose sex (feb 10)
odd messengers (april 22)
for the librarian (may 7)
the racial summer posts (jul 30, jul 1, jun 23 & jun 4)
ouch. my ass (aug 9)
the MoDo posts (oct 30 & nov 2)

why these? i don't know - some were more written, others more amusing, but i just like these the best.

anyway, happy 2006! may it be slightly more satisfying than 2005.

Friday, December 30, 2005

never talk to strangers in bars.

this is my new rule. if you start talking to them you end up at the gentry (yes, i know it was my idea to let him buy us one more drink--i thought he'd be amusing!) listening to mediocre cabaret and ignoring the hand squeezing your knee.

so follow ding's advice and don't talk to strangers in bars. instead, go see munich. it'll satisfy your jones for a movie that's 'meaningful' as well as your desire to look at hotness: it has him (rowr) in it - and him and him! squee!

(of course, if you're a glutton for punishment try seeing 'syriana' and 'munich' back to back. you'll either want to join a sleeper cell or blow your brains out.)

Thursday, December 29, 2005

the MLA: party of the century

let's send good thoughts to my friend J-, who's interviewing at the MLA in washington dc this week. and while you're at it, go read an article about political literacy in undergrads from a MLA panelist here.

[over on church gal i ranted about some related things here]

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

holiday break thus far

i've barely ventured outside.
i've slept on the couch like a derelict at least once.
i've eaten cold pizza for breakfast.
i've read $88 in comic books.
i've watched half a season of 24.
i've showered. once.
i've eaten half a cheesecake over two days.
i've sipped half a bottle of white wine.
i've smoked half a pack of cigarettes.
i've seen two movies back to back at the theater.
i've taken the trash out (except the wine bottles. they're too heavy.)
i've played scrabble by myself (this really isn't as pathetic as it sounds. really.)
i've watched a distasteful 'girls gone wild' infomercial.

[speaking of which, it seems poor joe francis, GGW creator and sexbot impresario, was humiliated and victimized in his home by a none too bright home invader. thankfully, the kind los angeles judge has chosen to spare joe's feelings and gets to hide his private humiliation - though i do wonder what 'unconventional sex' means. unlike the judge and the celebrity drunk media in los angeles, i will save my sympathy for someone more deserving. while i'm sure the terror of being made to pose with a dildo and say demeaning things about yourself can land you in therapy for hours, i can't help noticing that masculine 'humiliation' deserves privacy but female exploitation gets marketed and sold around the world.

but when i try, i can't think of someone more deserving of invasion. karma's a bitch.]

Sunday, December 25, 2005

a churchmouse christmas

it's early sunday morning, the streets are empty the way they have been since friday night. two text messages from friends have come through, i'm about to call the west coast in a little bit and this is the just the (shhh) quietest christmas ever.

i love it.

merry merry, everybody!

Friday, December 23, 2005

so ... over there on the hall console are my copies of the magazine with my first 'real' published piece. i'm afraid to open it! what if they totally cut it?? what if it's lame??

oh, and since i've gotten my period and i nixed B's visit, i've cooked a marvelous meal from SCRATCH, opened a good bottle of white wine, had some cheese, some cake, and am about to have a few dunhill cigarettes.

could he do this for me?
i don't think so.

frolic interuptus


wouldn't you know it?

B- was finally going to make the reverse trek to my place when another long-delayed visitor finally arrived.

sigh. God hates me.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

not gone; merely resting


if there are those who miss the pissed off political ding, do not worry. she's still here with the rest of us. she hasn't been killed by the frivolous ding who's all worried about how to frolic with a guy who spits and doesn't own a sex kit. (which, after friday night, should all be taken care of. heh.)

the political ding is still aware of our nation's asshat of a president, the bid to drill in alaska, the passing of a budget with less of a social net intact, the growing lawsuit against illinois to protect a christian pharmacist's right to not do their jobs, the still roiling mess of the iraq war, our blithe willingness to keep innocent people locked up in gitmo (even though we know they're innocent), our refusal to release padilla to civilian authority, the masses of displaced victims of katrina who apparently are too poor to get home loans for rebuilding while the wealthy are so rich they need more help than anyone else and the continuing bullshit over the 'war' on christmas. yes, my sweetings, i realize this is all happening.

it's all just percolating in my brain, waiting for my vacation to start when i can be really, you know, like, articulate and shit about it.

Monday, December 19, 2005

what bush would hear if he spied on me and my roomie

Roomie: uh, don't go in the kitchen.
Me: why?
R: i farted.
M: go stand over there! not here! over there!

(later)

M: i love project runway. i had a dream last night that nick was my best friend.
R: i dreamed trent lott was holding me prisoner and you killed him to rescue me.
M: you're so problematic. so would you kiss tom hanks?
R: mm, no. but he'd be a good husband, i think. but an asexual one.
M: i had a dream i was from outer space and my outer space brother and i settled in canada and, this is icky, we became lovers!! because we were from outer space!

(and still later)

R: it was totally your idea to buy the xbox.
M: it was not. you're the one who had a jones for it. i kept asking if you were sure!
R: but you weren't saying no! you seemed really excited about it!
M: because i didn't think you would do it! i would never goad you into buying something you didn't want!
R: but you did!
M: we so aren't talking about this anymore.
R: so. do you think president bush is a tool?
M: totally. president bush is a tool.

[and for confirmation of his toolness, you can read about it here: Bush Says U.S. Spy Program Is Legal and Essential]

plus, it was cold

the holiday party i hosted for my workmates made me unfit for human interaction so i spent the weekend at the cinema. here's my take:

king kong - helpless blonde femaleness sacrificed to appease the questionable lust of a giant primate by dark-skinned natives is never uplifting. however, overly long sequences of rampaging dinosours are always fun. this should be peter jackson's next challenge: dude, make a movie under three frickin' hours!

chronicles of narnia - ok, who DIDN'T have the words to that lame poem, 'Footprints in the Sand', pop into their heads when Aslan left the big coronation? yes, we get it - he's JESUS! the movie was fun enough but crazily violent - like, LOTR violent but without spurting. and when are the brits going to GET OVER their fascination with all things king richard and hobbit-like? really. just get over it. and HOW LUCKY for the children than narnia is has all their favorite british foods in it, right?

brokeback mountain - sad. sad. depressingly sad. if only they had lived in san francisco or new york...

Friday, December 16, 2005

il est mon petit ami: mathieu kassovitz

Mathieukassovitz.com - Site Officiel

[thanks sid!]

in related education news, the SAT is too long

SAT, at 3 Hours 45 Minutes, Draws Criticism Over Its Length - New York Times

waah, waah, waah.

at least Gen X can read!

say what you will about Gen X's rampant cynicism and selfishness. at least we can read.

so says a new study that has found that literacy among COLLEGE grads have dropped significantly since 1992 (the year i graduated college.)

to my liberal, 'america-hating', complex sentence-loving professors from ucla who thought critical thinking was more important than spouting platitudes about patriotism and who are all probably on david horowitz's shit list: THANK YOU.

to generations Y and O: geez, no wonder you voted for the shrub.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

the best snowfall

this is what my family back in l.a doesn't see: fat white flakes hurtling down from a blanket white sky so that you think a giant, cosmic child is shaking his sno-globe.

i'm home to prepare for a cocktail party i'm hosting for work folks so i'm actually sitting in my turret looking down at the intersection, staring at the snow like a moron.

Monday, December 12, 2005

a frolic too far


so remember how B- (not B minus) didn't respond when i told him it would be great if we could actually appear in public before going back to his bat cave, and then there was nothing but radio silence as a result?

i think i've found the reason: he moved.

but he moved so effing far northwest, it's pretty much going to pound a nail in our frolic coffin. (i know, there are many nails but this one will be pounded in. the rest are just sticking up, waiting to be pounded in.) why can't he live somewhere normal??

i think it's perfectly reasonable to dump a frolic if he's not easily accessible by public transportation.

niice: aussie rioting

leaving aside how this story completely reinforces my problematic stereotype of australians as thuggish throwbacks of aggression and how this makes me think that this is what happens when 19th century prison colonies go horribly awry (inbreeding!) what i like most about this story is the prime minister's disingenuous refusal to say that racism isn't widespread in australia.

when i read that, the first thing that popped into my mind was the country's quite recent history of repression against aboriginals.

but then my little thought bubble was soothed when i read this:
"Aborigines rioted in the Sydney neighborhood of Redfern in February 2004 after blaming police for the death of a 17-year-old boy. Forty police were wounded."

well, that's all right then, isn't it? racism can't possibly exist on a widespread level in australian society, despite the ease with which thousands of youth assault innocent brown people, since aborigines rioted.

because the two situations are absolutely the same, aren't they?

Sunday, December 11, 2005

since i'm going to be home for christmas, instead of visiting my family in los angeles, i've been wondering what i'll do with myself for that week i'm on holiday after christmas. ideally, i'd love to have a whirlwind affair with a visiting jazz musician/political attache (who also likes making furniture) that ends with a tearful goodbye on the roof of the Peninsula while the snow swirls around us, but i fear that's not in the stars.

so what will i do, other than sleep in?
  1. get a new photo taken for 2006
  2. take up embroidery (go here for cute patterns)
  3. catch up with J-, have drinks with T-, maybe drop in on B- and hang out with C-
  4. rent dvds from television shows i should catch up with: Lost, Battlestar Galactica...
  5. see movies: Syriana, Rent, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Narnia, Paradise Now, Family Stone
  6. see what's up at the MoCA and catch all the kids choirs at the Museum of Science and Industry
  7. get a haircut (i'm totally due)
  8. pay off my library fine (it's a big one) and begin checking out books again
  9. clean my room
  10. hang out in my neighborhood cafe, write a few things but then rush home to spend all day playing a game (which game? which game?).

Friday, December 09, 2005

the countdown begins: brokeback

who's with me?

Thursday, December 08, 2005

at last: project runway is back!

the new season of project: runway has begun! so excited!

i loved santini's muslin dress, but his obvious glee at bald guy's total breakdown (euww, messy) and his pique at not winning the first real challenge made me think, 'Hm - not so much.'

i really like the asian chick, chloe, the science nerd girl (only because how many times do you hear the sentence "the magents reversed their polarity!" used in fashion?), the greek diplomat's son (his muslin dress rocked) and the older blonde guy we'll call dorian gray (so icy!). guadalupe needs to mind her own business; zathura, or whatever her name is, needs to dial it back a notch; and the south african girl's clothes look good though her nerves are already frayed.

and don't you want daniel to do well? i just wish he'd stop with that wanker 'my spirit says hello to your spirit' crap. annoying.

my predictions: i think santini (whatever) is going to lose his mind as the process goes on. the quiet young things are going to crack under the pressure of designing evening wear. and poor andrae is going to be hospitalized by the end of the whole thing.

Monday, December 05, 2005

psst. it's a secret

i have been sworn to secrecy by my ever vigilant roomie.

all i can say is that we spent an entire weekend (approximately 16 hours) doing something i never thought we would do - EVER. our household is changed forever. all has become clear to me and a new addiction has begun. the secret life of a certain population makes sense now.

shhh....

***
in other news, B- has not contacted me since i suggested we actually go out before having a rambunctious frolic. perhaps he's buried under student papers. perhaps he's pondering the implications of the two of us appearing in public together. perhaps he's refilling his scrips. who knows?

and in still more other news, it seems i'm going to be stranded here in chicago for the holidays. my new job, though fabulous, just will not allow me to pay over $400 for a plane ticket to the west coast. (yes, it's my fault i waited this long to even try buying a ticket. i never said i was good at planning. just planning for frolics.) so if anyone else is going to be in town for the holidays and would like a partner in crime or even just a mild adventure while the city empties, let me know.

i'll be up for anything.

Friday, December 02, 2005

blog against racism: barely made it!

[you think this is going to be about katrina, privilege or something that makes everyone get all upset and angry. no. it's about my hair. but hang in there; it's a story then a question. y'all have to answer the question.]

There's a man in my office who has a certain fascination with my hair. He's older, in his mid-50's, and is one of the 3 men who work here. When we first met, he complimented me about my hair. Graciously, I said 'Thank you!' And I smiled. Then he kept doing it. Every day, something about my hair. How full, how glorious, how beautiful, how fabulous, how big, how stupendous, how whatever. And then he'd say, 'I mean this in a totally non-racist way, of course.'

Hmm, I'd think.

Then, when the snow and the cold came, I changed my hair. I blow-dried it straight so I could fit it under my hat. And when I came into the office, he almost died. He edged into my career station and said, 'Your hair! It's so...so...'

I said, 'It's only hair. But thanks.' And so it's been since before Thanksgiving.

If he talks about my hair one more time I'll blow. I've endured this since May and I will seriously have to read him a lesson if this continues.

Here's the question: why would comments about hair piss off a brown girl?

[yes, this is a test. it's much more interesting than asking if someone's been a victim of racism, huh?]

Thursday, December 01, 2005

so silly: i thought this was my uterus...

A Man's Right to Choose - New York Times

while this didn't make me choke on my coffee, this last bit made me sort of gassy with exasperation (i'll bold the most gas-inducing parts):

"Why couldn't I make the same claim - that I am going to keep the baby regardless of whether she wants it or not?

Well, you might argue that all the man provides is his seed in a moment of pleasure. The real work consists of carrying a child for nine months, with the attendant morning sickness, leg cramps, biological risks and so on.

But how many times have we heard that fatherhood is not about a moment, it is about being there for the lifetime of a child? If we extend that logic, those 40 weeks of pregnancy - as intense as they may be - are merely a small fraction of a lifetime commitment to that child.

The bottom line is that if we want to make fathers relevant, they need rights, too. If a father is willing to legally commit to raising a child with no help from the mother he should be able to obtain an injunction against the abortion of the fetus he helped create.

Putting this into effect would be problematic, of course. But while such issues may be complicated, so is family life."

so, basically, let's just have men force women to give birth. yeah, i'm all for that.

while dalton's argument is fairly even in tone, it won't prevent me from calling him a complete tool.

his toolship: dalton, i'd really like to know how you (and other men) are going to justify forcing a woman to give birth against her will. i'd really like to see how your willingness to perform your fatherly duties outside of a woman's body justifies taking ownership of her body for 9 months against her will.

at the end of his 'waah waah' essay dalton tries to slide in an obligatory 'please ignore the fact i'm talking out my ass' by saying 'of course' his modest proposal would be hard to implement. but he doesn't say the reason why his idea won't work: hey, there's a woman attached to the other end of that fetus!

wouldn't everything be so much easier if we forgot there was a woman attached?

here's a tip from me to dalton: until we find a way for me to hatch a human embryo so a guy can sit on it like a penguin, you can kiss your dream good bye.

(tool! tool!)

so silly: abortion, silly land and alito

Alito File Shows Strategy to Curb Abortion Ruling - New York Times

yes, it is silly of me, isn't it, to worry about how scalito's past briefs and memos will bear on future decisions? it's so silly. i'm so silly. all of us women are silly, apparently. just so silly.

what isn't silly is alito's condescending disregard for women to make their own moral decisions and be their own moral agents:

And in a strongly worded 17-page legal analysis, he recommended advancing the administration's ultimate case against Roe by defending state regulations requiring doctors to provide women seeking abortions with information about fetal development, the risks and "unforeseeable detrimental effects" of the procedure and the availability of adoption services or paternal child support.

Although the information might cause "emotional distress, anxiety, guilt and in some cases physical pain" to the women, Judge Alito wrote, such results "are part of the responsibility of moral choice"

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

dead horse, revived: the opt out phenom

American Prospect Online - Homeward Bound

unlike the articles in the times and dowd's kooky 'i can't get laid' book, this actually is interesting. why? because it says there may be something to that weird data, after all. and it actually makes a rigorous argument - an actual argument!

Conservatives contend that the dropouts prove that feminism “failed” because it was too radical, because women didn’t want what feminism had to offer. In fact, if half or more of feminism’s heirs (85 percent of the women in my Times sample), are not working seriously, it’s because feminism wasn’t radical enough: It changed the workplace but it didn’t change men, and, more importantly, it didn’t fundamentally change how women related to men.

and what was the culprit that prevented such a radical rethinking? the language of choice.

Here’s the feminist moral analysis that choice avoided: The family -- with its repetitious, socially invisible, physical tasks -- is a necessary part of life, but it allows fewer opportunities for full human flourishing than public spheres like the market or the government. This less-flourishing sphere is not the natural or moral responsibility only of women. Therefore, assigning it to women is unjust. Women assigning it to themselves is equally unjust. To paraphrase, as Mark Twain said, “A man who chooses not to read is just as ignorant as a man who cannot read.”

The critics are right about one thing: Dopey New York Times stories do nothing to change the situation. Dowd, who is many things but not a political philosopher, concludes by wondering if the situation will change by 2030. Lefties keep hoping the Republicans will enact child-care legislation, which probably puts us well beyond 2030. In either case, we can’t wait that long. If women’s flourishing does matter, feminists must acknowledge that the family is to 2005 what the workplace was to 1964 and the vote to 1920. Like the right to work and the right to vote, the right to have a flourishing life that includes but is not limited to family cannot be addressed with language of choice.

Women who want to have sex and children with men as well as good work in interesting jobs where they may occasionally wield real social power need guidance, and they need it early.


these are much better questions than why men don't like smart women or why MoDo can't get a date.

Monday, November 28, 2005

10 things

  1. walk the line: who knew johnny cash and ray charles had the exact same life?? i didn't.
  2. reading: bel canto. already peeked at the ending; now i'm depressed.
  3. good night and good luck: david straithairn is my new boyfriend.
  4. have a lunchbox: 1/2 pint glass with equal parts beer and orange juice; drop a shot glass full of amaretto in the beer and shoot it. it's an elmhurst special and you can order it at doc ryan's or the spring inn. crazy but strangely refreshing.
  5. saliva: not meant to be used for lube. must mention this to B-.
  6. grant proposal for large technology firm dead in the water....what to ask for?
  7. affordable christmas day flights to los angeles thin on the ground. this is what i get for waiting so damn long.
  8. last night i was heating up a piece of pizza and when i turned around i got an eyeful of my naked neighbor across the way. i think he finally realized that when he's starkers in his bathroom, we can totally see him. totally.
  9. why isn't B- prepared for frolicking when we get together? he has no sex accessories. like lube. lube is necessary! (must get a better brand than KY, though. KY's a little sticky.)
  10. listening to: the mars volta. weird weird weird.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

thanksgiving debrief


the delights of thanksgiving...moist turkey, wine, and tramping out in the early morning to a suburb in face-freezing weather to meet a friend at the end of a turkey trot and do a little pub crawl before the sun even reached a mid-point in the sky.

the burbs have weird traditions. after spending the night before drinking to excess, the whole town runs a 5k race, drinking little bloody marys along the way, and then they wrap up the morning with more drinking at the knights of columbus hall - to be followed with more drinking and breakfast throughout the morning. i called my sister from an irish pub at 11 am and had already guzzled half a bloody mary, a jack and coke, a lunchbox and a guinness. what am i thankful for? i'm thankful for strong kidneys and a constitution like a cow.

i'm also thankful i have a sane family. spending a holiday, a long one, with a family not your own enables you to see your tribe in the clear light of relief. my family is happy, content, proud of one another, and understanding of frailty. (we also understand that dinners are hard enough without reenacting slights from 1976.)

happy thanksgiving, everyone.
hope your tribe was normal.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

my memory should not be better than the vice president's

this is what i remember:

after 9/11 i remember the white house saying there was an axis of evil.
i remember the white house saying we needed to be afraid of iraq - because they were part of this axis.
i remember bush said that they had weapons of mass destruction.
i remember condi rice implying they had nuclear capability.
i remember niger and yellowcake.
i remember a memo from italy.
i remember colin powell going to the UN and holding up a chart.

at the same time i also remember old CIA and UN weapons inspectors saying that none of that was the case.
i remember colin powell's presentation being totally bogus.
i remember the whole yellowcake thing being totally bogus, too. (hello, valerie plame.)
i remember news items saying the italian memo was bogus, too.

so out of all this bogucity, wherefor all this revision?

(need a timeline? i found one here.)

Monday, November 21, 2005

the ethics of the medicine cabinet


i didn't mean to find it.

but you know how, after a frolic, your breath is all funky and you just can't stand the thought of your face being covered with various eflluvia and you just need to wash right now right now right now??!!

well, i needed toothpaste (i brought everything else but forgot that). so i opened his medicine cabinet and grabbed the aquafresh. i'm standing there, brushing, when i see two bottles. it doesn't take much effort to tuuurn the bottle to read the label. ambien. ok; i know about his insomnia. (personally, i think he should switch to lunesta.) still brushing. i tuurrn the other bottle: fluoxetine. hm. que es esto? don't know. never heard of it. i'm desperately trying not to think STD medication, but i make a mental note to look it up later. (and make another note that it's time for another pelvic exam and all concomitant tests.)

later: thanks to Desperate Housewives I know what it is and a friend added further illuminating info; it was prescribed to her cat to level out kitty's bad-ass aggression: kitty prozac.

what was heretofore known as pot-dick now has another name.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

squee!!

so not only do i discover that my other blog is linked on a Ms. magazine blog (!!) the mag i wrote a piece for is running the issue on dec 2!

yay! i'm happy.

it's here!: The Carnival of Feminists, Issue 3

Sour Duck: The Carnival of Feminists, Issue 3

i read the previous carnival on philobiblion and this biweekly blogging carnival is a really great collection of feminist writing. maureen dowd should take a note or two.

[via bitch phd]

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

trading spouses: why not the dad?

my roomie and i have deep conversations on the couch while we watch tv.

one time, we wondered where kissing came from. i said, the search for food. and, lo, months later on discovery channel, we learned that was probably true. see? our conversations are deep.

anyway, while watching House and catching an ad for fox-tv's Wife Swap, my roomie asked, 'why don't they ever switch dads? why is it always the mom?'

that's a good question, roomie.
why not the dad?

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Creek Running North: December First is "Blog Against Racism" Day

well here's a project to occupy my time: chris clarke at creek running north has announcedDecember First is "Blog Against Racism" Day.

excellent.

(now watch me forget the date...)

'This Isn't the Real America': uh, yes it is

i love jimmy carter. it's a simple love from way back when i was a little girl and i dreamed that i had tea with the president.

but i have to disagree with jimmy, a little bit. while our post-9/11 willingness to torture seems new and doesn't fit in with our american mythology, this is precisely the america it has always been. there are two americas. on one side we have the america of progress, liberalism, jazz, commerce, positive thinking, youth, golden American-ness (in contrast to the musty smells wafting over from the old world.) we are vim and vigor, hope and liberty, freedom and possibility.

but we are also lynching, slavery, genocide, colonialism, repression, manifest destiny, civil war, puppet dictatorships, internment camps, reservations, betrayed treaties, stolen land, and rapine viciousness for the sake of a dollar. this is our other face. it's a face most of the historically marginalized populations in this country (on this continent) know quite well.

i love america too, jimmy, but do we need to be quite so naive?

Monday, November 14, 2005

federal budget update: those phone calls work!

A quick update on the 2006 Budget Reconcilliation Process:
Last week Thursday House Republicans cancelled a vote on proposed $54 billion in spending cuts on programs such as Medicaid, Food Stamps, TANF, and student loans.

Though the budget fight isn't over (gov can't run without a budget) it's good to see we can make a difference.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

i'm engaged.

...


no. i'm not.
since it's 6.40 am and i just got off the train of shame, just thought i'd discombobulate you, too.

i'm not engaged but i am feeling quite relaxed after a night with B-. (hm, really must leave him a note on the deliterious effects of marijuana on sexual energy.) we caught up, we listened to music, we drank wine, we watched 'the devil's rejects' - it was a lovely evening that actually lasted longer than i anticipated.

after the frolic i thought, well, this is where i shower and go home. no, we hung out, smoked a cig and played with the cat.
after the shower i thought, now i go home. no, we wrapped ourselves in sheets and watched horror movies and drank wine on the couch.
after the movie i thought, surely he's going to say he's wiped and i should go home. but, no. we watched animal planet. (his sense of justice is satisfied seeing abusive people getting arrested for pet neglect.)
after animal planet...no, he ordered another bottle of wine (!!) from the restaurant down the street and somehow convinced to come back to bed.

who was that genial fellow and what happened to my malcontent B-?

Friday, November 11, 2005

hooky, not hooker

today i will not be at work. thanks to working for National Non Profit that doesn't pay very well i have the day off. yay for veterans and other lucky hooksters. and yay for me - after months of saying 'i want my sex to matter' i might actually have an opportunity to have that conversation with B- rather than just whine about it here, to people who aren't sleeping with me.

of course, the chances of such a conversation happening are slim; once B- and i are in the same room, rational discourse disappears, to be replaced with terse directives: 'um, lift your leg', 'turn around', 'on top now?', 'wait wait wait, i have a cramp', 'harder!'

it's disturbing how that happens and how quicky - quickly - the fog dissipates.
...
in other ding news, i made a pot roast thursday night. it's gorgeous. it's beautiful. it smells so good. it's actually edible. roomie had to give me a high five. chopping those 6 cups of onions was worth it. i'm having people over but now i want them to stay home so we can have the pot roast all to ourselves.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

why can't this be a law?: no noisy kids in public places

instead of the right and left jabbering on about spousal/parental notification laws, i think we should debate this instead:

should a parent be responsible for his/her noisy child in a public venue when said kid kicks up a fuss?

like spousal notification, a law allowing a business to set the parameters of parent/child relations in the public sphere would foster greater communication, not only between parent and child but also business owner and patron. for all those involved, expectations are managed.

a law like this, as in spousal notification, would also help the greater good. by asking children to be on their best behavior, cafes would truly be oases of relaxation, commerce would roll forward unimpeded, and all patrons would be able to enjoy a stimulating cuppa.

of course, there are those who say that it is not a cafe owner's job to regulate the relationship between father/mother/caregiver and child. we say, of course it is. for when you leave your home and enter a public space you are entering the public home of another - the business owner. your relationship has left the private sphere and entered a public one, making it subject to the rules of public behavior. if you want privacy and liberty you should stay home.

(for those are the only choices we have here: go out/stay home.)

and there are others who are determined to argue that asking a child to behave is just too hard; it's an undue burden. nonsense. it's only a burden because you're a bad parent. and if you are, indeed, a bad parent then asking you to assert more parental control is a good tutorial for future parent/child interactions.

do not whine or complain. rather, subsume your private childrearing failures to the will of the Public, or the State. once surrendered, you'll find that the law is more than adequate to manage your family. who cares if how you raise your child is no one's business? we've made it our business because you've entered our business. who cares if you bristle at the thought of someone telling you what to do with the product of your various fluids? the Public/State is heartily offended you don't see the moral need for early basic social skills.

beware the punitive and watchful eye of the Public/State.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

should v. have to: 'spousal' notification in brief

scalito's nomination is throwing all sorts of moral quandaries into the air, not the least of which is whether the law should force a woman to tell her husband she's getting an abortion.

my favorite bitch has a discussion going on here.

Monday, November 07, 2005

here's a reason to be angry: Federal budget cuts

About the Federal Budget Cuts:
Last week the Senate voted on their federal budget bill which would cut programs and services, including those that help women and girls, by $39 billion dollars. This week, the House of Representatives is voting on their bill which would cut $54 billion dollars from programs and services-$15 billion more than the Senate bill. Programs that face drastic cuts in the House bill include Medicaid, Food Stamps, Foster Care, Childcare and the Student Loan Program. Please contact your Representative immediately and tell them to oppose budget cuts which harm those in need.

Impact for Illinois women and girls:
A 2% budget cut in Head Start is the equivalent of services for at least 35,000 children nationwide. In Illinois, services to over 1,500 children could be cut. Families on TANF would be required to work 40 hours per week, but there is insufficient funding for child care assistance to allow families to meet this increased work requirement.

2 Ways to Take Action:
Click here to send an email to your Senators and Representative on this issue.

*Call your Representatives November 7, 2005- November 11, 2005.
Phone: 1-800-426-8073 (toll-free) or see the bottom of this post for phone numbers by district.

Message:
My name is (insert your name) and I am from ( insert your city and state). I am calling to ask Representative (insert name) to oppose the $54 billion dollars in cuts to Medicaid, Food Stamps, TANF and other critical services that help women and girls. I am also asking that they oppose the $70 billion dollars in tax cuts that are being proposed.
Congress should be investing in programs that end poverty and inequality in our country, not enacting policies that do the opposite. Please urge Representative (insert name) to work to pass a responsible budget that does not include unaffordable tax cuts and harmful program cuts. Thank you.

Special Note:
Five Illinois Congressional representatives (Kirk, Johnson, Weller, LaHood and Biggert) are being targeted as particularly influential in this decision, because they are perceived as swayable votes on this issue. Your call is urgently needed if you live in one of the following counties: Adams, Brown, Bureau, Cass, Champaign, Clark, Coles, Crawford, Cumberland, DeWitt, Douglas, Dupage, Edgar, Ford, Grundy, Iroquois, Kankakee, Knox, Lake, LaSalle, Logan, Macon, Marshall, Mason, Menard, Morgan, Moultrie, Peoria, Piatt, Pike, Putnam, Sangamon, Schuyler, Scott, Stark, Tazewell, Vermilion, or Woodford. If you live or work in one of these counties, please visit www.house.gov and enter your zip code to find contact information for your representative.

Who to call:

Everyone can call Illinois Senators Obama (312) 595-0937 and Durbin (312) 353-4952.

If you are working at the loop or in Lawndale , you can call or fax:
Congressman Danny Davis
Phone: 202/225-5006 Fax: 202/225-5641

If you are working from Hyde Park or Englewood, you can call or fax:
Congressman Bobby L. Rush
phone: 202-225-4372 fax: 202-226-0333

If you are working in the west suburbs, you can call or fax:
Congressman Henry Hyde
Phone: (202) 225-4561 Fax: (202) 225-1166

If you are working from Uptown, contact Congresswoman Jan Schakowsky:
Phone: (202) 225-2111 Fax: (202) 226-6890

From Logan Square, contact Congressman Luis Gutierrez:
Phone: (202) 225-8203 Fax: (202) 225-7810

me, angry?

talking to my roomie today and she said, dude, you have some serious anger about men.

i gave it some thought and agreed.

but tonight, after the episode with the guy and girl under my window, i revised my thinking. when he grabbed her i felt something jolt inside me. THAT was anger and that's not something i feel, or have felt, toward any of the men i've been with or have had in my life. this is what makes me angry: ignorance, arrogance and stupidly used power. blindly wielded authority. apathy. stupid teenagers and undergrads (see ignorance and arrogance above.)

but do i have anger toward men?

men i feel specific anger toward:
george w. bush & almost every single man in his cabinet who has not yet quit and who still supports this disaster-laden administration.
david brooks
the men who voted for bush. (fuckers)
bill frist, rick santorum, that pale weasly guy from connecticut...shit, what's his name?
the guy who plays horatio on csi: miami (fucking tool)
all the drunk buffoons who stumble from the sports bars and pee on the cars on my block. (fuckers)
the guy who took advantage of my friend when she was in no shape to fend him off (fucker and i hope you get hit by a taxi when you're crossing the street while talking on your cell phone)
carry lalabro (fucker fucker fucker)
chris nelson (yeah, i used your name, you bougie-hocky playing with the stars-date my sister-barely graduated college-asshole. fucker.)

men who merely frustrate me so much i can only talk to them in little chunks:
men who work in financial services
men who are 'born again'
the men in my dad's church
hipsters/guys who still go clubbing
MRAs
B-

the number of men at whom i've gotten angry but not for very long: 9

so when you think about it, that's actually not alot of anger floating around. i could be angrier.

(and am i angry at patriarchal discourse in popular culture, a system or at a whole gender? unfortunately, the majority of those who benefit from a patriarchal system are men, therefore, some men experience some blowback. ah, well.)

Sunday, November 06, 2005

tonight i almost had to call 911 on a guy under my window chasing a woman down the street.

i was checking my email when i heard a woman scream, stop it!

it was loud. you think it's a cliche when you read that a 'scream pierced the air' but that's what it did. it didn't sound like a girl screaming with laughter. it sounded like a scream. the guys who live across the street from me thought so, too. they ran to their windows as i ran to mine. i couldn't get a good view from my bedroom so i hurried into the kitchen, yanked down the window without a screen, so i could poke my head all the way out. this is what i saw:

a white woman with short brown hair, running diagonally across the street, away from the direction of the little mafia row of houses. it was so quiet i could hear her shoes on the concrete. she was on her phone, screaming 'stop it' to a white man in a blue track jacket and jeans; he had short light brown hair. she kept dodging behind cars and he kept blocking her. another woman from a building behind me was yelling down, 'leave her alone' and the girl ran into the alley behind my building while a man from the direction of my building walked past her, looking at her over his shoulder as he walked away from them. she was yelling, 'get away from me, leave me alone!'

the man with short brown hair kept coming after her saying 'you owe me my money, give me my 800 dollars!" under my window, he grabbed her by the hair. i yelled out the window, 'hey! i will call the fucking cops on you! step away from her!' he looked around a little and grabbed her jaw and was forcing her to turn toward him when i yelled again 'hey, get the fuck away from her!' she twisted away. i forgot my cell phone in my bedroom so by the time i was back in the kitchen with my finger on the 911 button (i have them on speed dial), they were gone.

it was silent. i checked my remote camera for the back door, the alley, the side street, the front stoop. not a sign of either of them. no more screaming. i hope she managed to get to her car.

and if i find out he's a neighbor i'm telling my landlord.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Hugo Schwyzer: a man's response to parker and MoDo

i read hugo every so often; though i don't agree with every single thing he writes, i applaud his sense of searching - as well as his knowledge of feminist history. (since he teaches women's studies i guess it shouldn't be a surprise he knows it.)

one of the criticisms that i've heard about the dowd and parker pieces is that they don't really consider the male point of view. (i disagree; i think all they're thinking of is what reinforces social masculine hierarchies.)

well, here's a guy and here's what he thinks. it's worth reading - especially what he says about masculine responsibility.

Friday, November 04, 2005

what's in my purse:

1 marshall fields make up bag containing 3 sanitary napkins
1 red leather wallet with no cash in it
1 red leather business/bus/office card holder
glasses case
black moleskin notebook for journal/story ideas and a place to jot phone numbers
mobile phone
checkbook
a copy of 'More Book Lust'
3 matchbooks from local bars/restaurants
theater ticket for 'Purlie'
theater ticker for Eddie Izzard
lunch receipts from the past week
paycheck stub
1 pen
gummy fangs
1 chanel lipstick in 'bengal'
1 tarte lipgloss/balm in 'wednesday'
1 MAC lip pencil in 'chestnut'
1 lip brush
house/mail key on silver tiffany ball-thingy
1 tampon (i need to be ultra prepared when my uterus decides to go for it)
$5 in singles for the bus/panhandlers

hm. i need to buy cigarettes.

[if you want to peek into other pockets, hop on over to bitch phd]

tampon-po: bowing to the bitch

i'm humbled by the giant minds over at bitch phd.

who knew an ordinary makeup sponge could be used during your period so you could have sex?? my mind is boggled. i mean, my friends used to call me macguyver but, clearly, i have nothing on the resourcefulness of dr. b over there.

oh, college

"Ghetto"--themed dorm party offends students

guess they should have gone with 'kill whitey'...

incidentally, if you've ever wondered what football played by kids with massive IQs looks like, wonder no more.

we'll be the women at the top of the bleachers sipping hot toddies, laughing our asses off.
(private school football just makes me laugh...i went to pac 10 and big 10 schools!)

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

feminist epistemology and you (and Nature and MoDo and Kathleen Parker and...)

Nature.

This is the thing that feminism failed to account for, according to Kathleen Parker in the Chicago Tribune today as a response to Maureen Dowd’s Sunday NY Times piece. But while this seems like a reasonable oversight on feminism’s part, I have to disagree – again.
Nature is something feminism has always been aware of.

How could feminism not be aware of nature when Nature has been the stick used to beat women over the head? We could not work outside the home because our ‘natural’ state was in the home; we could not participate in politics because our ‘natural’ place was caregiving; we are ‘naturally’ retiring, our brains were ‘naturally’ less powerful than those of men so why should we be allowed to attend school, hold a job or even walk the streets alone – since we were so ‘naturally’ inspiring of sexual violence?

We know that none of this is ‘natural’. The rules governing female behavior back then and now are cultural constructs, meaning they aren’t intrinsic rules but are socially mandated (unconsciously and consciously) in order to support a larger social structure.

Like Dowd, Park is ignorant that behind Nature there is Patriarchy, and while Patriarchy might not always wear a male face, it is usually (one might say ‘naturally’) supported by men, who ‘naturally’ benefit from it. Quite simply, patriarchy is a way of looking at the world and understanding it; it is the dominant paradigm – it is what we assume to be ‘natural’, or common sense – conventional wisdom, almost. Patriarchy manifests itself through a system of ideas and practices that systematically disadvantage women and other subordinated groups; it is a system of ideas and practices that serve the interests of the dominant group. Who’s in the dominant group? Those who benefit from it.

The thing about Patriarchy is that it’s so damn invisible. It’s the foundation of our Western civilization so it’s completely absorbed into our culture – our icons, our literature, our government, our institutions. It’s almost second nature to us. (heh.) Because of the ‘invisible’ work of patriarchy, we take as natural that our relationship to the opposite sex is to be deferential and appreciative. I suppose that when such natural deference is absent it appears “hostile and demeaning to men”. I’d call it impatience, myself. Hostility is so…patriarchal. Impatience at the slowness of someone else’s progress is much more accurate. (Like walking behind two tourists on Michigan Avenue. Maddening.)

But not only is Patriarchy invisible, the effects of Patriarchy are invisible, too – until feminism came along, that is. Till feminism came along, unseen were the ways that Patriarchy disadvantaged women by:
(1) excluding us from inquiry,
(2) denying us epistemic authority,
(3) denigrating our “feminine” cognitive styles and modes of knowledge,
(4) producing theories of women that represent us as inferior, deviant, or significant only in the ways they serve male interests,
(5) producing theories of social phenomena that render women's activities and interests, or gendered power relations, invisible, and
(6) producing knowledge (science and technology) that is not useful for people in subordinate positions, or that reinforces gender and other social hierarchies.*

[*emphasis mine and a shout out to the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy for this and the above definition of patriarchy.]

Which brings us back to Nature. Feminists are very much aware of Nature; we just object to the use of Nature as an excuse to reinforce a bullshit, oppressive paradigm that fails to see women as people and only serves male interests. Let’s consider the conservative boycott of American Girl. Why do they protest a bunch of ahistorical dolls? Abortion and lesbianism, we all thought. That’s not the real reason at all.

In today’s Trib Dawn Turner Trice quotes Ann Scheidler, the Executive Director of Pro-Life Action League: "The reason we're protesting is that American Girl appeals to the wholesome image of girls, and the Girls Inc. web site is almost a recruitment for a feminist agenda. All they talk about is science and sports, nothing about homemaking and motherhood."

Homophobia and a lack of respect for a woman’s reproductive autonomy is certainly a part of Scheidler’s boycott but the fundamental thing that makes her twitch her apron is the way Girls, Inc. advocates for a girl to transcend ‘nature.’ For Scheidler, feminism is freakish because it isn’t wholesome, homemaking or motherhood. It’s sports and science – two fields that aren’t feminine because they aren’t ‘natural’ to a woman, while childbirth and caregiving is.

What’s Nature again? Patriarchy.

So to Park I say that feminism didn’t tell half a story; feminism knows the whole freaking story. It knows the Author, the Publisher, the Reader and the little bitty ISBN number inside the front page. It knows who the Distributor is and where the Bookstores are (tired of this metaphor, yet?). We know the story and we keep telling it. You just don’t like that story. That’s fair.

You don’t like the ending, either; that's ok, too. It’s hard being a feminist. It’s hard being 'unnatural' and knowing. It’s much easier to be naturally ignorant. I get that. It’s hard to look around and see you're the village idiot, or the crazy lady crying in the wilderness about something no one else wants to see. I get that. You don’t want to be the outlier.

But you are lying. Feminism didn't cheat women; it just didn’t account for the general chicken-heartedness of our sex in the face of patriarchal disapproval. It thought we were braver than that.

[edited to thank my roomie for pointing me to the article and to correct Parker's name.]

the links? they are dumped.

One of my faves, James Wolcott, on bearding for the neocons: "I don't understand why someone as politically keen as The Nation's David Corn would lend his name to the editorial board of Pajamas Media, the greatest assembly of conservative deadbeats since Jonah Goldberg's last fondue party"

Gearing up for the SCOTUS fight, The Well-Timed Period takes apart Scalito's dissent and husband notification: "Since male masturbation also involves the purposeful termination of potential life, I take it the decision to masturbate must also be recognized as sui generis, different in kind from the rights protected in the earlier cases under the rubric of personal or family privacy and autonomy. Coming soon to a police department near you, the Squad for Prohibition of, and Enforcement of Rules on, Masturbation, or SPERM."

A fable from The Heretik: "The bush that was burning down, burning down the house of white, flamed higher so all might forget the fallen Libby and the never risen Miers. Out of the flames sudden burst Sam, the one of tribe of the Peni now known as Scalito"

BlackFeminism.org notes the movement was more than Rosa: "the NAACP chose Parks — married, sexually modest, and employed with no alcoholic father to act the fool in court — to be the center of a movement.

Colvin wasn’t just rejected for fear of what the white media would do to smear her and the boycott, but also because the NAACP was concerned about whether black churches would support a movement aligned behind a shameless, 15-year-old pregnant hussy."

Donkey Rising points out that Scalito is bad for more than women: "Alito opposed majority decisions on worker's rights with respect to minimum wage, discrimination, pensions, public employee rights and union protection. He points out that Alito wrote "anti-worker majority decisions" on exempting employers from the Family and Medical Leave Act, "putting him to the right of William Rehnquist."


And, just for brainy nerdy fun, the Chicago Humanities Festival is here. The weather's cooling, big brains are in town...it's so sexy. I'm going to the Nov 12 panel on affordable housing and maybe catch a few other things on the black migration from the south...hope to see you guys.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

what opposition looks like: Democrats Force Senate Into Closed Session Over Iraq Data - New York Times

at fucking last.

dare we hope this sudden show of ovarial chutzpah will last?
jeebus.
all it took was 5 years and scooter getting kicked in the butt...