Showing posts with label bodies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bodies. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

King Richard III: Catholic burial in Westminster Abbey, please

I won't wax lyrical about this as it seems so simple. He was a King of England, his wife (Anne Neville) is buried in Westminster Cathedral and so it is obvious that he should be buried with her. Now, she hasn't got a grave marker, as (according to the Westminster Abbey site) was killed the same year at Bosworth. So somewhere near the alter seems fitting, but disrupting floors and foundations to get his bones sort of nearby seems excessive, but he was KING OF ENGLAND. If any recent monarchs' corpses were ignominiously tombed, wouldn't we want future citizens to take up the cause, pay respects appropriately and bury them with as much pomp and circumstance as their position deserves?

I can see that a State Funeral might be a bit of a damp squib (go on, how many of The IT Crowd fans wanted me to write damp squid?) given that throngs of adoring/morning subjects who felt the impact of his reign aren't available.

But he really deserves much more than he is getting. We're grateful that he's been found (shame that the female archaeologist busted open the cranium accidentally, though) but now we must muster more effort to recognise his contributions.

I also agree with this blog that correctly asserts that a Catholic funeral would be necessary given the faith he held upon his death (presumably).

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Dominant handedness, hoover socks & natural emotions

1. Whenever I have to do a physically taxing task, I'll take the brunt of it on my left side, which is strange as I am right-handed. I hear that your stronger hand is your dominant hand, so why am I using the other one? I've worked out that I take the weight/difficulty in the left arm so that the right is ready for more complex processes like turning door handles, holding onto stair rails, etc.

2. If you spill something multi-pieced (beads, glitter, sequins, cornflakes) but don't want to hoover them for disposal or sweep carefully to retain them, you can do a bit of both! Put a sock (without holes!) over the vacuum nozzle as you would if cleaning your keyboard. Let the sock get sucked in 2/3 and hold onto the remainder around the nozzle end. Hoover up the wanted items; switch off and then pull sock out of the nozzle - all spilled items are handily retained in the sock!

3. Jane Rizzoli in Rizzoli and Isles is marvellous for LOTS of reasons, but today I realised that this character is allowed to show her femininity by expressing emotions, without losing the respect of colleagues, being called out on it, being embarrassed, or gushing overtly - she remains strong and butch(ish). I welcome representations of emotional expression that do not denigrate the character; when Rizzoli is interviewing children and gets teary-eyed, no-one makes a big deal. No zoom into her tortured face to emphasise the brutality man enacts on man. No ribbing from (male) colleagues for being girly or unprofessional. She doesn't angrily wipe away the tears or hide her face, run to the bathroom to ball her eyes out. She handles her emotions and so does everyone around her. They are as natural as breathing. It could be a useful investigative tool; show empathy for someone and they might reveal more to you.

After all this contemplation, I feel like my day is already full of productiveness so maybe I should skive off!

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Televisual treats: Amish gap years, homocidal University staff and parental gender desires.

  • Rizzoli and Isles had a storyline about a murderous pimp who happened to be a residence advisor - beware all those heading to University this fall - your local, friendly helping-hand could be your worst nightmare!
  • Amish: World's Squarest Teenagers was another fly-on-the-wall documentary where the participants were clearly prepped about what controversial things to say or do, yet it was still eye-opening and warming, unexpectedly so. I learned about bundling, the different types of Amish clothing options (and how Becky wore shorts on the beach!) and how dancing for joy (and to glorify God) can be life changing.
  • 8 Boys and Wanting a Girl talked about PGD and the controversy. But no-one mentioned whether it was selection of a foetus based on gender, for which I can understand people's concerns. Or whether it was sperm selection (using centrifuge to spin off the light from the heavier sperm, since one type is mostly male) and then swamping a syphoned ovum in that selected sperm, or whether they actually selected a specific spermatozoa to implant in an ovum. This latter technique seems less controversial, but presumably it is more expensive. Also the feature was about women wanting girls in a family of men. I have two questions:
    • Do those with gender disappointment tend to wish they had girls? Are there more mothers wanting mini-me's than there are fathers wanting little girls? Are there a similar number of dads in feminine families wanting some male company?
    • Do these parents realise that even if they do conceive the longed for daughter or son, that they may turn out just the same as the other children - tree-climbing, gun-loving, football-playing, or doll-dressing, tea-making, pink-wearing? There is no assumption that the preferred gender will meet the cultural desires the parents want fulfilled. Mummy may not be able to go shopping for girly dresses with the daughter - she might want combats. Daddy may not get to go camping with his son, if he would rather stay home and play house. Do they prepare for this mentally? What if the kid is gender dysmorphic or sexually queer? Are they prepared for this? Does fulfilling the desire for a certain gender simply mean that the child must have the right genitalia? Would these mothers be happy with a gay son who wants to go to the gymkhana, discuss hair styles, or whatever else these women assume their imagined daughter would do? Would a father be okay with a butch daughter who can throw a ball, rugby tackle and make armpit burps with the best of them? I guess not. I think these parents are longing for a cultural stereotype that is unrealistic. They are hoping for a certain stereotype of personality rather than the genetic gender. Would any of their children feel pressure to be other than their current gender - do any of them consider transvestism or a transgendered identity more readily due to familial pressure? 

Okay, I have four questions actually: 
  • Why don't any of these families consider adoption or fostering? Do they want a little version of themselves so badly?
  •  What happens if the child is sick or disabled? They would be the right gender but the parents wouldn't be able to do all the 'gender-appropriate' activities - is that child still valid in their eyes as fulfilling the category they so badly desire? Would another healthy child of the right gender be needed to adequately satisfy this hunger?

    Monday, August 02, 2010

    Iranian women's rugby team take to the field wearing modesty-preserving headscarves and tracksuits: do their bodies really need this much protection?

    Iranian women's rugby team take to the field wearing modesty-preserving headscarves and tracksuits | Mail Online

    I wonder about these burhkinis and other modest sports clothing. I know little about Arabic or Muslim culture, but what I have read suggests that body covering is to protect the women from:
    lascivious thoughts from the men they encounter;
    having their reputation tarnished by being seen as a floozy if they are not covered;
    being judged on appearance rather than what they say or do...

    and to protect the beauty and glory of a woman's body and hair for her husband (to be).

    Now are these women really all so gorgeous that non-covering will reduce men to baying wolves? What value is their reputation other than in finding a husband - does it stop you getting a job? Doesn't judgement based on clothes not character happen anyway? They may not be seen as sexy and dim, but rather as prudish and uptight - which is worse?

    As for retaining one's true beauty for their husbands, I find this offensive. A beautiful woman might save her beauty for herself, her best friends, her family, her God. Why is there this assumption that a woman must marry a man? Lesbianism is illegal, I assume. But is celibacy and spinsterhood frowned upon, too?

    Maybe these women cover up so that they can revel in their own bodies alone behind closed doors and know that the secret of their bodily truth has been preserved.

    As for the sporting clothes - I understand that getting Muslim women involved in such activities is hard, as they are seen as immodest in of themselves. What would these women (and their families) rather they be healthy and stepping outside cultural norms, or locked away and perhaps have a lower quality of life? What is more important to them? How they meet these doctrines or how their fit their life is? Is the worldly experience important, or is it the after-life (which will be good if they follow doctrine) that matters?

    Friday, July 23, 2010

    Seriously? More cripping?

    I didn't like it when Glee did it; I don't like it now that Covert Affairs is doing it. Ugly Betty's on-off boyfriend is a blind CIA operative. Why?

    If Ed can employ an actor who really does use a wheelchair and Roadhouse can employ a real blind musician, then I don't see why this nonsense needs to happen.

    Thursday, July 15, 2010

    Becoming the property of others

    The girl who was attacked by that Polish film director wants the whole situation to go away. So I haven't named her as a gesture of support. I haven't named him either (in this post) as his notoriety is becoming interwoven with plaudits for his movies and I don't want to support that.


    That she has asked for the fuss to die down could be for multiple reasons, but she has not, as far as I have read, asked for the 'case to be dropped', 'charges dismissed', 'conviction quashed'. The first two aren't possible as the trial was over; he pleaded guilty in a deal to ensure no more jail time (according to what I've read). The latter is only possible if new information is provided or a mistrial is ruled. This is only possible if the absconded criminal returns to the law court in USA. There he will either face new charges for fleeing the country, get the time already spent in psychiatric evaluation and Swizz house-arrest counted, or a retrial will be requested (if they can prove coercion, etc.).

    The victim has asked the the fuss go away, not that he does not deserve punishment, that the incident never happened or that she has forgiven him. She wants her life to be about her and her family. Not the memory of an event and the subsequent newsworthy legal wranglings.

    In fact, she probably wants her history and her body back, because from where I am sitting both of these parts of her person have been taken from her by media pundits, legal advisors, random internet commentators [like myself  :(  ] and anyone with a prurient interest in what happened that night in Jack Nicholson's house (along with whatever pertinent events happened in the run-up). For the sake of argument, I am going to assume that the facts that have been presented are the truth, but I wasn't there, so I don't know for sure.
    • The fact that she had a pushy, neglectful mother has been made public: driving your daughter to an unchaperoned photoshoot - despicable. I don't care that it was the 1970s with looser societal definitions of morality or a freer understanding of how to be a sexual being. It was disgusting and wrong. If I'd been the district attorney, I'd have charged the mother with aiding and abetting child cruelty, or whatever else was possible.
    • The fact that this sexual encounter was not her first at the age of 13 has been made public. Do we really need to know about the immature explorations of a young girl's sexuality? No, we don't.
    • The fact that this sexual encounter was brutal, forced, frightening and a result of drugging and emotional/mental manipulation has been made public.
    • The fact that this sexual encounter involved very specific and degrading acts has been made public.
    This poor woman has the most intimate aspects of her person revealed to the general populous for their fetid imaginations to ruminate over and for opinioned columnists to pull-apart as to their accuracy and legal significance.

    She needs to have control over her body, including information about her body. Thank God, no-one released photographs of her injuries. All victims of assault or abuse need to feel in control, because that is what was taken from them. An attacker wants power over another human being. The media continue this lack of autonomy and agency by regurgitating details of the incident and her history.

    Her story is no longer her own. Sooner or later some fool will want to make a TV special about it. I hope she has the strength and support to resist these terrible intrusions.

    ...and that is the last I'm going to say on the matter.

    @OldSpice #OldSpice: why I began to lose the love...

    For those that follow me on Twitter you'll know that I spent a tonne of time the last two days watching and commenting on the genius advertising campaign that Old Spice produced using their frontman, Isaiah Mustafa. It was a comprehensive web-based project, using YouTube, Twitter and Facebook, whilst also trolling reddit, diggit, YahooAnswers, yedda.com and by keeping a weather eye on posts/articles on various websites. There must have been a band of industrious search engine machinists keeping track of the references and picking the best for comedic writing opportunities. The popularity of the whole enterprise even made other organisations join in: Starbucks, Gillette, Twitter, EW, biz, Huffington Post, G4TV, NHLBlackhawks, GQ, etc. Lots of celebrities joined in: Alyssa Milano, Christina Applegate, Ashton Kutcher, Demi Moore, Ellen DeGeneres, etc. Then there were the thousands of ordinary folks who commented on the three main sites. Plus Isaiah himself got a video response and his daughter, Hayley, too! Reddit helped build an answer machine message maker using Isaiah's contributions.


    I was going to write a quick post about how these were all brilliant. That they were helping to produce a new masculinity, a new male identity. One that recognises the cultural power of the patriarchy and the stereotypes of strong, slightly dim, bragging men being the preferred partner for legions of women. They were playing it so tongue-in-cheek. Deliberately using nonsensical/incorrect language constructions to show that OSMan wasn't too nerdy/knowledgeable. Recounting all the heroic tales of extreme endurance activities. Reminding everyone that the main purpose of the product, the Old Spice body wash range, was to attract ladies, obviously.


    I thought it clever that whilst superficially supporting these stereotypes (who doesn't want to have a ripped, charming man offer to bake you cakes and ride horses with you? Even the most stalwart of lesbians can appreciate toned abs and the promise of apple or peach pies), it was also subverting them by deliberately making a mockery of them. Just as the other television adverts had done. If it had been too serious, it would have come off badly. Just as P.Diddy has managed to keep just this side of obnoxious in his Ciroc advertisements based on his smoothness, there was a fresh take on a hackneyed trope.


    However, there were a few too many references to things that I was starting to think were a bit sexist and homophobic. Either the writers were getting tired, or they weren't being as careful with their language as they should have been. Eye on the ball, people. Engage your audience; don't alienate a market segment that just may spend a tonne of money on your products (clean-cut gay men, holla! Ladies who buy soap for their men because if they didn't they'd just use water and never be clean!). Singing happy birthday isn't within the range of a studmuffin, it would not work for the theme, and who knows, maybe Isaiah can't sing. But don't say that other men would laugh at male singers and say it is a lady thing to do. Plus the producers took their own sweet time to acknowledge that women might want to use the products, too. Did they embrace a butch army and welcome them? Saying that the more mighty warriors available for protection of Mount Olympus, the better? Or that Old Spice Man would be running recruitment sessions for all those that believed they had the tenacity to withstand a lion pride? No, they warned that ladies would get man-hair...and if they ever did smell like Old Spice it would be from rolling around with said-fragranced men.


    Maybe I've had a sense of humour bypass. I watched all the videos - there were 96 according to the Twitter log - maybe all that overt masculinity was getting a bit much and I forgot it was meant to be wry irony. It was a drip-drip feed of over-the-top testosterone and it had me floored.


    Now, I'd love CollegeHumour.com to copycat the style and have a bunch of dykes talking about the benefits of using Old Spice. No, there is no need to have them topless in just a towel... Maybe they can recruit the ladies who were in the Lez Chat clip: "recycling and cuddling are important to me"!

    Wednesday, July 14, 2010

    Fashionable politics

    These gorgeous-looking ladies may be gathered for a dubious parade in France, because Sarkozy made some questionable invitation decisions to African dictators/leaders, but they do look fabulous. If you've married a man who is or has become a dictator, then you might not be gorgeous on the inside, but outside, these ladies shine. They also look happy and healthy on the whole, whilst Carla Bruni looks so thin in comparison. Yet, if asked to run after a bus or haul bags of groceries home from the supermarket, I am hard pushed to decide whether the guests or the hostess would be better at the task.

    I wish there were fashions like these available in the West. Colourful, expressive, comfortable looking. I love them! This photo is courtesy of the DailyMail and the article on Bastille Day.

    Tuesday, July 13, 2010

    Music and consent: a troubling couple

    I really ought to have a better idea of the music I like. I never buy albums unless they are on sale, I don't use iTunes, I don't use my MP3 player, I don't watch MTV or listen to the radio. I sometimes remember a tune I used to like so find it on YouTube and then look at the other linked/recommended videos, but that is the extent of my music engagement. So a list seems appropriate, but a long-winded option. However, until a smarter mechanism is found (Pandora is no longer available in the UK - I wonder what happened to my carefully crafted profile/preferences; LastFM is getting me there slowly - but I forget to use it), I need to start somewhere, so I am starting here:
    • SaltNPepa - Let's talk about sex, Whatta Man, Push it.
    • Aaliyah - Back and Forth, More Than A Woman
    • Corinne Bailey Rae - Put your records on, Breathless, Like a star, I'd like to, The Blackest Lily.
    • Shackles (Praise_You)
    • En Vogue- Don't let go (love)
    • TLC - No Scrubs, Creep, Waterfalls, Dear Lie, Unpretty (the music video of which featured Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopes using American Sign Language).
    • SWV- Right Here/Human Nature (featuring Michael Jackson sample and a hilarious video of gymkhana-costume wearing band members sitting around camp fires and fishing - which is a bit inappropriate considering the song featured in the Free Willy soundtrack). The original version had a musical video that showcased the ladies' dance moves and told the story with flashbacks to childhood.
    • Destiny's Child: Bills, Bills, Bills, Bug a Boo, Say My Name, Jumpin', Jumpin', Independent Women, Survivor, Bootylicious. No, No, No (Part 1) was with the four original band members (before Michelle Rowlands joined at the loss of the other two). The music video (where they dance in a nightclub) was released after that of the remix by Wyclef Jean No, No, No (Part 2) (where his guitar-playing is accompanied by the girls' singing).

    I'm not sure I like the lyrics to this last song - they might be too easily misconstrued by the confused and the devious as a rape excuse. These rape apologist tactics are examined in the comments of this article.These matters are further discussed in this article that states:
    "The murkiness surrounding what's reasonable has deepened further with the Maryland case, which was tried in 2004. The accuser and the defendant agree that after he began to penetrate her and she wanted him to stop, he did so within a matter of seconds and did not climax." (my emphasis) Matter of seconds? What happens during those seconds? A brief thought that she might change her mind if the next couple of strokes are supersexy, hit the G-spot, etc.? That she was being a tease and making negative statements to add illicitness to the sex act, not to end it as she has said? Or is there nothing happening - does a mind filled with the joy of human contact and the anticipation of great climactic pleasure need a few seconds to process the new information before acting upon it? Is the sense of horror/revulsion/concern at no longer being wanted as a sex act partner insufficiently compelling in the same way as being caught in the act? Lisae C. Jordan, legislative counsel for the Maryland Coalition Against Sexual Assault: "Any one of us who's had a toddler walk in on them knows that that's not true. Or a teenager who's had a parent walk in--they stop pretty quickly." Consent is explored more here and here specifically as relating to the Roman Polanski case. (NB Despite Polanski pleading guilty - as part of a deal to avoid jail time apparently, having already served 42 days in jail awaiting psychiatric testing - we do not know if what the case transcripts detail are true. We weren't there. We don't know what was said, the tone used, the acts that took place. All we know for sure is that Polanski plead guilty - the legal documents show this - and then fled the country. What the Salon article doesn't cover much is that the case pertains to unlawful sex with a minor, even if the child did agree to the acts, she was too young to give consent in the eye of the law and thus, if the acts that have been discussed did occur, it was rape.) The dialogue about consent is played out in many fora with the feminist slant landing on the side of 'always ask first'. But there are other issues about patriarchy, heteronormativity and gender identity that make the conversation even more complex.


    This issue of consent it even more confusing if you start to consider the 'red, yellow, green' safeword check-in method during power-plays. Yellow = I'm not sure. Hmm. If I am being dominant, should I therefore stop? Or carry on until I offer you another R,Y,G choice and then see what I should do then? Or carry on until your partner voluntarily says red or green to clear up the confusion? But if your partner is gagged or on a promise not to speak until given permission, it rather ruins your play. When/how should you check if things are copacetic?

    From the other viewpoint, when/how do you determine your own decision on consent? Are you genuinely feeling yellow/unsure and need a moment to work it out - should that moment be activity-free (ie no more thrusting, spanking, etc.)? Should all physical contact stop (ie move apart) until red or green is decided? Should you have a few more moments of the activity that preceded the R,Y,G check in order that you can decide if you want it to continue or not? If I am being fed soup (food play!) and the 'chef' asks if I want to carry on, think about it or stop, should I have one more mouthful to determine how much the continuation/stopping matters to me? Should I ask what else there is to eat instead? Should I ask if the 'chef' would rather be eating the soup whilst I dish it out?

    Continuous consent giving/checking during sex is hot and healthy, not only because the opposite is so not hot or healthy. There are also cultural considerations. Then there are those that don't want to think of it as hot but as the only rational and ethical position possible. What about remembering that sex should be fun and love-making should be loving and therefore including discussions on hotness in ethical sex practices (like openness, communication and negotiation) makes the young more likely to take it up and reminds people that sex is supposed to be a positive, enjoyable act. Does making the core issue about ethics (and leaving out the sexiness of being ethical) make the whole dialogue too dry and distant from the sexyfun that is sex, or does is emphasise the very real importance of being ethical? Does motivation matter as long as the end result is better communication in coupling? Some say 'yes'.

    The opposite is also worth considering: that if you think a lack of communication is hot, then we are getting into murky waters. There is a big difference between pretending not to know or care if a partner is enjoying sexual contact, and actually not knowing. If you find the latter to be sexy, this is a problem. This, however, doesn't preclude sex-clubs or hole-in-the-wall encounters. Attending, paying for entry (to the building!), using a glory hole are all acts of consent. If you are in a shadow room at a sex club and you know that you cannot see who you are engaging with and might not be able to communicate with them (gagged, loud music, etc.), at what point do you give consent and at what point is a person not giving/revoking consent and therefore the sexual contact becomes unwanted/unlawful? [My cousin is actually doing a PhD thesis on this!]. Is there a sex situation where one party does not know if their partner is consenting to the current sexual contact and it is not immoral/illegal?

    What if you have consented to certain sexual acts but then a partner started doing something you did not want? If you were being fingered in your vagina and then your partner stuck another finger in your anus. It happens so quick and you may not have time to say 'no'. Sometimes assault is presented in scenarios that seem like, hmm, there might have been time to push them away, shout for help, bite down, etc. In traumatic situations the obvious course of action is sometimes not easy to enact because of shock, fear of worse happening, etc. So if the perpetrator reasonably believes that you are willing for the encounter does that make it rape? Well, if you are a good lover then having someone moaning in pleasure is a good sign that things are okay; you don't need a verbal 'yes, please'. If you are with someone who is silent and stock-still for most of your sexual engagements I would suggest that reviewing your connection much sooner is in order. But what if the victim is moaning/whimpering with pleasure and then something that they don't like/didn't give explicit permission for happens, but they carry on moaning/whimpering, perhaps for a different reason now, or perhaps out of habit (I know plenty of people who hate silent sex so moan throughout and then really moan when something feels especially good)? How can someone be held accountable for behaviour that they didn't know was not pleasing for their partner? What, again, about those tricky seconds when you are both working out how you feel about a new element of sexual contact? Should we be spending serious time analysing all the possible scenarios one might encounter and how we might feel about them, so that in the moment we can have a ready answer of no or yes? Should we stop before each new activity and ask permission?

    Things get more complicated when the unwelcome act is seen as less significant on the hierarchy of sexual contact. If you are already having anal sex with a woman, then putting your fingers in her vagina at the same time is fine - right? No, not necessarily.

    There is also the assumption that conversing about (planned) sexual activity is uncommon, not the norm. But as this post argues, this is not the case, many people are careful, considerate and want permission to be given before hand to avoid any suggestion that the activity might transgress a person's personal boundaries and preferences.

    I've certainly been in situations where sexual contact wasn't agreed or agreeable and in the instances where I was the actor I stopped the contact as soon as I realised the situation was not okay. But at the times when I was the recipient of the unwelcome behaviour, I often said nothing; I didn't 'use my words'. Should the other person have known I meant no, that my default mode was 'no', that this particular act was not okay? Should they have felt a flinch or seen a look in my eyes? If I had asked them if they thought they had assaulted me, what would they say? What would I say?

    Consent is a tricky thing. There is useful discussion about how the assertion of 'I want' becomes confused with 'I submit', which is connected to a woman's ability to have her own desires and society's ability to recognise that.

    With assault there is a problem in the aftermath of the extent that the incident was a private act that should not be shared/aired (going to the police is too shocking/difficult, talking about it is too graphic for polite conversation). There is concern that individualism has encouraged people to treat perpetrations on a person as shameful/secret, no-one else's business and maybe even no-one else's concern. In fact it is noted that changes in the law in the last 150 years have finally started to shift the legal mindset to being one where rape is an act against the sovereignty of a person and their body/liberty, rather than against a man's property as it used to be: "Even the rape of men was usually considered mainly an act against god and nature, not a crime perpetrated on one person by another." There is historical basis for the use of the word 'rape' to mean other things (that therefore may reduced the potency of the word in its real meaning). Determining a person's own blame in the assault perpetrated against them is a common theme and here is a list of other tropes that cloud an already complicated issue. Normalisation of violent sex, especially through the consumption of porn has been blamed for both acts being carried out without thinking and for victims' unwillingness to complain/report. Porn-inspired rough/frantic sex ensures that the participants do not have to engage with the emotional or intellectual congress that might occur during real love-making. Sting and Trudie Styler's tantric sex marathons might sound corny, but are probably based on a true love and joy for one another's bodies, souls and pleasure. Also, the idea that porn sex is used as an introduction to real-life sex (ie sex ed) is very worrying. Mostly because it gives the opinion that such sex is immensely pleasurable to those involved (giver/receiver/both) and  is also 'normal', which I suspect is not the case in the history of sexual congress.

    Consent is the main thrust of this blog, Yes means YES! and one post tackles how a BDSM sex space handles boundary pushing, not respecting agency and assault - there is a quotation from Halo P. Jones, an NYC domme, feminist and blogger that deals with the aftermath of a guy groping her at a party:
    "I immediately turned to the assaulter and yelled in his face: “Don’t touch me–I don’t even know your name. You didn’t have permission to touch me! Back off!” He mumbled sorry, walked away immediately, and disappeared into the mass of people beyond my friends’ couch.[...]What if everyone who heard me loudly state my boundaries had spoken up too? As I yelled at him, people watched, seeing what was developing. If he had tried to punch me, no doubt people would have held him back. But they just watched. What if–while I yelled at him–there had been a chorus of voices, yelling “You do not touch her without permission”? That would have felt pretty great."
    Having a community support one another in protecting boundaries is so crucial but so difficult to achieve without someone being identified as a victim and someone else as a perpetrator. I had an idea to combat for public transport groping that might be useful - get people to announce non-directed statements ("I suspect this person of being a harasser") or even less confrontational routes (stickers on the back to warn others and for them to find later). This is an important alternative method when the victim doesn't want the fact that their sovereignty has been damaged known. If you are being assaulted in a public space, how can you express that you want the behaviour to stop without making it known that you are a victim? I know a friend who was raped (fell asleep/crashed in a room with everyone else at the end of a party and awoke to find him inside her) and I wonder how in that moment she chose what to do. Would one want to draw attention for help in ensuring the situation stopped immediately? Or would it make it worse, that the assault had already happened and everyone else knowing about it would only make the situation harder to handle?

    What about male consent? Here is an article about penile erection and how that doesn't signal consent. The male relationship with sexual assault is complex and progress is hampered by statistics (most assaulters are male, but this doesn't mean most males are assaulters: 84% of the victims of sexual assault are girls and 97% of the perpetrators are male [Department of Justice. The Uniform Crime Reporting Survey. Ottawa, ON: Department of Justice, 1992.]). There are specific campaigns to encourage responsible, respectful and proactive behaviour in men that supports female sexuality without the cultural association of a man's right to access it. There are two in particular: www.mencanstoprape.org (look at “Our Strength is not for hurting” campaign) and www.menagainstsexualviolence.org.
     

    My own tangential comment on the topic of asking for it with clothing choice is here and a comment specifically about encouraging dialogue about consent and reasons to stop sexual encounters is here.

    I guess the most important point is that good/healthy/mutually pleasing sex is about open communication and ensuring enthusiastic consent is being expressed in some way during the encounter, which brings us nicely back to the start of this post which was about favourite music and that my first listed song was Let's talk about sex - and I think we should...everyone of us.

    Tuesday, July 06, 2010

    Heart-rate

    I'm not a big exercise fan. Swimming - great (love it, used to teach it). Yoga/pilates - good, too (done it occasionally; I like the clothes - sleek and tidy, not baggy shorts and other nonsense; I also like the ethos - slow, strong movements building control and strength) - I have some DVDs which I hardly ever watch - and I also subscribe to YogaToday on YouTube, which is actually fun but, again, I don't do them regularly.

    However, the one activity I do practice regularly, so much so that it has become second-nature, is fussing. To the uninitiated, fussing, is the manner of being whereby you undertake many pointless actions, burning calories and raising other people's heart-rates as you go. Has your partner just popped his cup down on the floor next to his chair? Then next time you are up (and you wont find yourself on the sofa much once you embrace the fussing life-style), pointedly grab it and place it on the nearest sturdy surface (table, mantelpiece, etc.) - if you really want to push yourself, take it through to the kitchen, next to the draining board to await washing. Even if he protests and says he hadn't finished, or that he was about to do that himself, do not desist - you wont always have support for your new health regime, but don't worry the benefits will outweigh these negative moments.

    Later when the freshly washed cup is ready to be put away (perhaps you've decided to wash it, the three spoons and a buttery knife that were sitting, taunting you), the cupboard may reveal mug handles not in alignment - you know what to do. Swivelling them all to be nicely-OCD in arrangement may not be enough; take down the entire collection, wipe the shelf with bleach and re-stack, maybe on top of some drawer liner you happened to have bought on sale a few years' back.

    Ready for a rest? Sit on the sofa and reach for a magazine - make sure the pile contains them in an orderly fashion, spines together, cover uppermost, maybe even in date order. Do you espy some laundry ready for folding? Then head upstairs with armfuls! Note that the bathroom bin is full? Then take it down! Remember that the letter that needs mailing is on the study desk? Go up and grab it! Then do the folding you meant to do ten minutes ago!

    Ready to crack on with the day and do some work? Read the news headlines? Posted a quick blog entry? Sent a tweet? Checked Facebook and saw that your news feed is filled with comments and 'likes' about the trailer for that new movie? So, you've got to watch the trailer now, too! Then the other recommended clips that seem to feature cute baby animals being unspeakably cute. Then you remember that magazine had an article on puppy fostering...should you sign up? Maybe you should ask your dog-loving friend for advice...Thirty minute catch-up chat later and it is time for lunch.

    What a morning!

    You too can fill your day with inane activities that do little to improve your life and sure as heckfire annoy your family and friends.

    Saturday, July 03, 2010

    Sensationalism

    There is a thirst for the fantastical to entertain and divert. We have a long history of wanting to know more about, but mostly just clap our eyes on, the weird and wondrous. We have P.T.Barnum's freak show acts and other famous people with unusual attributes that made their 'fortune' by displaying their 'talents'. They are called Human Marvels by one website, which is peculiarly generous and detailed in its cataloguing of these persons. Is is censure or celebration to remark on their stories like this?

    Today we have Big Brother and other reality TV shows that focus on people, who may not be deformed or disturbed, but are definitely unusual in their desire to be made infamous by having their personal, private selves gawked at by all and sundry. Their fame is rarely one of support and positive appreciation; they are generally reviled and pilloried for putting themselves out there, up on a pedestal, expecting to be adored, or at the very least liked, and instead they are heckled and torn down for making a show of themselves and thinking themselves more interesting than the rest of us. In fact, if these modern fools are providing rich entertainment which wouldn't be available without their consent.

    Non-consenting people still have to ultimately agree; Candid Camera and Punk'd (with the eponymous Ashton Kutcher) still have to get release forms to agree that the images and film may be used for commercial purposes. The only ones allowed to take photographs and movie now and not ask permission are the neo-Gonzo journalists, who are blogging and putting their work on Vimeo and YouTube. Citizen journalism is all the rage, but is it helping with debate or informing us of news?

    Still further there are the shows that are not just entertainment, people straining for stardom. there are shows that purport to help. Let us fix your failing marriage/botched DIY/crumbling business/uncontrollable children/crappy eating habits/terrible fashion sense/wonky nose! Let us film it and your emotional rollercoaster ride, then let us put it on TV, sell adverts in between 13minute segments and maybe sell the series on internationally if we get the ratings! It will be free, or at least you'll get travel expenses, or we'll make sure you realise that this is your one-off chance at a cure/answer and if you don't want to be part of the TV programme, we'll take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and give it to someone else!

    Emotional blackmail much?

    Who are they targetting in their participant recruitment? The poor, the ill-educated, the substance abusers? Do they seek out the ugliest, fattest people with alcohol/nicotine/drug addictions, who do too much eating and too little exercise? Who would be their ideal subject? Incest-survivor who is heroin-addicted with bratty child by artificial insemination, being dumped by their ethnic-minority partner, thusly losing their home and needing a fashion makeover to help with their enormous belly?

    How many times in the shows do you see someone and think, "that could be me"? I hardly ever identify with any of the participants. I am thusly seeing them as 'others'. I am therefore forced to think that the conditions or situations that make their cases televisually interesting are therefore unique to people not like me. Is it that if the idea of someone like me had to face these problems it would be too distressing, too close to home? Are we deliberately making these unusual situations worse by labelling those involved as exotic or somehow other than me? Do the participants realise that they are being invited to be on the show because they are weirder than other people? How are these researchers selling the idea? Do they think they are raising awareness of these problems and thereby maybe raising money for the cause? Will their lives improve my nationally explaining the situation and making people less likely to stare and be less cruel? Wont the focus be on them more from them making themselves more widely known? Will their attitude to the situation change from being one of disadvantage to making them think they are somehow special? Will that make them less accepted in their own communities? 'I had a telly show made about my bad foot, so please excuse me cutting the queue in the supermarket and yes, I don't mind switching in the Christmas lights in Middling-on-Sea'.

    How self-aware are these participants in putting themselves on display? Do they have a choice? Like, PT Barnum's circus folk, could they make a living, a life any other way? Could the fixative promised be gained any other way?

    Even media that is supposedly totally news oriented are becoming opinion providers and gossipers. For commercial success or even just survival, newspapers are having to concentrate on that which titillates and that which cannot be gotten elsewhere more easily or cheaply - namely celebrity updates. Wired explains the situation with clarity but the matter is all the more alarming for its frankness - we are being directed to being consumers of tat and there isn't much we can do about that.

    Thursday, June 24, 2010

    And another thing...

    It was bound to happen sooner or later. Children born from sperm or egg donors are coming of age and expressing themselves over their heritage. Fearful of meeting a sibling and not realising, even to the point where one might be considering them as a romantic partner. Wondering what health implications lays in their DNA and not being able to look to grandparents and family history as tell-tale signs of what cancers might be common. Will they or their siblings need an organ/blood donation and not have the knowledge of who might be able to help them? Here is this Daily Mail article such a child has reached adulthood and has many questions.

    A conversation I had about a decade ago has come to the surface in a Feministing article: queer virginity - how do you define it?

    Thursday, March 11, 2010

    Gabby Sidibe being awesome!

    Gabby Sidibe being awesome on the red carpet - I need not say any more - that is enough.




    As much as I love this clip and like that pansexual/fluid sexual decisions are okay/normal/not weird/suitable for the red carpet, I am a bit tired of the orgy/threesome trope being touted during many discussions of non-homo/non-hetero attraction.

    Wednesday, March 03, 2010

    Feeling under the weather...?

    Well, if you happen to be suffering from nasal or sinus congestion, do try wasabi. I'm currently munching through a tonne of wasabi peas ordered through SushiSushi - working wonders!

    Saturday, December 12, 2009

    Not you, too...

    Well, something exciting must have happened to make me want to blog again since Aug 30th... It did. I saw 'Aliens in the Attic' - not bad - but the distracting thing was that Ashley Tisdale's face looked different - not how I remembered her in the High School Musicals. Afterwards a quick google search produced the before and after shots of her nose job. Why, Ashley, why? Did young, female actresses learn nothing from poor Jennifer Grey? Star with normal nose, self-doubt and lobbying agents, nose job, then career plummets... What a ridiculous waste of money, risking her health and a terrible example for other young people looking at her to be a role model. Tsk tsk.

    Thursday, May 21, 2009

    Today's trifles

    I really wanted to love Glee - and for many reasons (good tunes, beautiful cast, Jane Lynch, LGBTQ themes) - however, there were a couple of things I didn't love. The disabled character Arty/Artie (there is no consistency in spelling thus far) is played by an able-bodied actor which makes his use of his wheelchair inaccurate and begs the question, why not hire someone who actually uses a wheelchair day-to-day? This has already been noted on Media dis n dat (UPDATE: and would in months' time be noted in Bitch). Also his was the only audition to the Glee club that we never saw. The fantastic pianist was never named, so I cannot identify the performer - even imdb.com does not help.

    Yet Kurt will be openly gay (and an ace football player later in the series), plus the potentially-lesbian Tina, Arty's weird semi-campness, Rachel's two gay dads, the ex-teacher Sandy Ryerson and Lynch's sport-mad Sue Sylvester may well represent the gayest cast list on modern mainstream television.

    I might be taking my team out clubbing next week and we are planning on wearing hilarious late 1980's/early 1990's rave clothes. I think I am taking the theme a bit far though, because I'm growing my eyebrows into a Brooke Shields' style for the occasion - they are a bit patchy right now. Eventually they will be just like hers.



















    I bought some candy from Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe to find that they reminded me of Greenclaws' seeds and now I've eaten too many - I need to go have a long drink of water.

    TTYL

    Friday, April 17, 2009

    Fellowship Friday...

    Twitter much? Then Monitter.com might be useful for those wanting to check what other people are tweeting. If you miss the Fail Whale, then check out this supportive website which tells you all you need to know and provides great graphics...

    Mapping out the celesbians (from Queerty)

    Female soldiers at risk of rape and assault from male colleagues (@DailyMail)

    Lesbian author falls in love with a gay man: modern sexuality and relationships at their flexi-best

    The fabulous Susan Boyle wont be getting an L.A. make-over is Amanda Holden has anything to do with it, but she might be helping a worthy cause - 1000 CD's were bought for a charity back in 1999 - and Miss Boyle features on them singing Cry Me a River - with a very sexy voice - the Scottish newspaper the Daily Record has an exclusive player that let's you hear her sumptuous tones. That make-over presumably was to concentrate on her eyebrows, but we've read my thoughts on hirsuteness before, including a link to that razor advert, but luckily the talented Sarah Haskins has a useful video response.

    Back to the idea that women are women for their own pleasure not as sex tools or toys for men (or other women!) - lads' mags are increasingly sending out the wrong vibe about women's sexuality and William Leith (@DailyMail) has a thoughtful article on the problematic issue.

    Finally, Miss Drew Barrimore really might be the hottest girl on Earth right now, for rocking all these different looks recently...
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