Monthly Archives: September 2011

Never Forget

We Jews are known for our excellent memories — we haven’t let a single thing go since we became a nation.

Andy Levy and I might not agree on the morality of his employer, but at least we both agree that domestic violence is never acceptable, and that if you’re Team Breezy, you’re Team Criminal.

I will not blog about Mr. Brown here (or tag him) because he doesn’t deserve it.  If you partner with him, you are a sell-out and you have no integrity.  You will have to do some pretty serious grovelling to get my respect back.   The fact that he is talented and famous makes it all the worse.  I will blog about Rihanna in the future.

I’ll be offline until Sunday due to Rosh Hashanah.   May we all be inscribed in the Book of Life, have a happy/healthy/successful New Year, and most importantly, never be afraid to face down misogynists, abusers, and criminals, no matter how popular they are.

If you’d like an unabashedly positive video for RH, please click here or here.  😉

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You Know What’s Ridiculous? That Skin-Tight “tznius” Skirt.

It’s also ridiculous to be told that it’s not “tznius”* to wear pants (as happened today).

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The Seven Privilege Denying Dudes You’ll Meet in Hell (and Seven Ways to Deal) #1

I had fun with meme generator tonight to make this post. This will be a series that I work on in the next few days (it’s really one long post but I’m splitting int to 7). Here is a list of seven people feminists can often run into, people who can be intimidating at first, but should not be feared and should be confronted. I have created each of these images, and they are inspired by my experience both virtual and personal, with people who just don’t _get it_. As a clarifier: Privilege Denying Dudes come in all gender backgrounds, races, and sexual orientations. I’ve met plenty of privilege denying gays, and plenty of privilege denying women. The “dude” meme is just easier to work with.

Privilege Denying Dude #1: Disinterested Specialist Doing You the Huge Favor of Entertaining Your Defense of Feminism in Civil, Objective, Disinterested Debate That You Will Not Win Anyway  Click here for the rest of the post

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Why I’m Boycotting Season 3: Confessions of an Ex-Gleek

The following post contains all of my relevant feelings about Glee.  As of September 2011, I do not anticipate blogging about this show again.  Ryan Murphy done me wrong one time too many.   I would never command anyone to stop watching a show, but I don’t think it deserves any more of my energy.   I have been known to get literally upset during in-person Glee arguments before, and it was time for me to call it quits for my own sanity.   I welcome your comments, but you are not going to change my mind. 

Friends, Romans, countrymen, I must get this off my chest:

I am an ex-Gleek.

Given my unabashed love for all things Broadway, you shouldn’t be surprised.  I also love high school dramedies, goofy pop covers, and Darren Criss.   Really, it’s no wonder it took me until “Rumors”  (Season 2 Episode 19, The One Where That Blonde Guy Is Poor) to give up in a huff.  I actually haven’t even seen the return of Jesse St. James (Jonathan Groff) except for the “Rolling In The Deep” clip.   And I don’t even care.

Those of you who have always been feminists or annoyed by this show are no doubt wondering what took me so long.  Those of you who are obsessed with this show are no doubt wondering why I’m a humorless, self-righteous witch.   That’s fine.   I’m pretty used to straddling that divide.  :-p

The thing is, Glee had so much potential.   The first half of Season One was witty, irreverent, campy, and GOOD.  It was deliberately making fun of not just High School Musical but all the teen dramas that had come before it as well as all those Inspirational Teacher films like Freedom Writers.  (BTW, I hear that’s a decent movie, but the book was boring. Stand and Deliver is 1000 times more interesting.)   It seems pretty clear it was originally intended for adults, not high schoolers.   Back then it didn’t matter that half the cast looked 25 or there were too many people to keep track of.  Glee was like that sarcastic gay dude you skipped classes senior year with, the one who taught you how to smoke cigarettes and hold your liquor and could do a flawless Barbra impersonation at the drop of a hat.*

*My sarcastic gay friend was straightedge, and so was I.

Thing is, Glee got popular and Ryan Murphy got self-involved.   Reportedly that’s happened on his previous shows as well.   It stopped being about clever cruelty and cute covers and started being about BEING GLEE.   The writing got schizophrenic and the guest stars started rolling In.  Also, they started doing After School Specials that were neither clever nor properly moral-ed.  I maintain that the only two guest stars who were worth it are Kristin Chenoweth as April Rhodes and John Stamos as Emma’s Hot Dentist Husband.   And you’ll notice both of them had actual character arcs.   Gwyneth Paltrow doesn’t count because she’s awful.  Actually awful.  What’s the point of singing Cee-Lo Green if you’re going to do the radio edit?

Basically, when the show started really sucking I started noticing all of the -isms going on.  They’d always been there under the surface (or maybe openly in the name of satire), but Fox is the channel that has the Simpsons and Family Guy, so for a while I accepted it as part of the package with my primetime Broadway entertainment.

Then, “Blame It On The Alcohol” (Season 2 Episode 14) happened.

It is actually surprising how long it took me to find a full version of this scene:

Fangirl Reponses

Yes, he is.

-In Which I Talk About This At Length, With Video, For The Last Time

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Sex and the City

I’m going to take a break from the rationalist analysis (in addition the break I’ve taken from blogging in general – sorry!) to share a series of personal experiences that have made me think more about feminism, and my feminism and more generally about what it is to be a woman in this world. Major caveat: this does not represent all possible viewpoints or opinions, not even all of my own. But it is still an important one.

I spent the summer in New York City, where I walked and took the subway to and from work, and also around the city. For the first week or so, I noticed getting more street attention than usual, but I thought little of it. It had been part of my life before, in Miami, in the Midwest, in positive and negative ways, so I took it as an unfortunate consequence of city life that I would learn to ignore. Which was fine when it was occasional, something to be attributed to rare bad apples or at least apples with a sense of entitlement where their sense of self-control should be. But then it got more, and worse. Somewhere around three times a day, a man would whisper “sexy” into my ear as he walked past, or stop me and tell me how beautiful I looked, or ask me to smile, or holler at me from a car, or honk at me from a cab. “Isn’t it a compliment?” you might ask. Or perhaps, “Well, what were you wearing? Did you look unhappy?” I was, in fact, asked all of these things and more whenever I complained or pointed out the problematic aspects of my experience. Not that it matters, but for the record, I was wearing all sorts of things. I was wearing a miniskirt and heels; a knee-length skirt and a t-shirt; a business skirt and button down; dresses; jeans; work pants and flats. Sometimes jewelry, sometimes not. Sometimes with a swagger and confidence in my step, sometimes rushed, sometimes exhausted, trudging home. It happened in the morning, in the afternoon, at night.

More stories and thoughts about the sheer weight of the burden of Existing While Female

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Days 29-30: OK, let’s finish this.

OK, this is the penultimate post of 30 Days to a Better Man. The next one related to this will come in a few weeks, after I’ve thought carefully about this project and its successes, failures, maybe tie up some loose ends in things I didn’t get to finish or do (3 mile run, I’m lookin’ at you!). I really need to move on with other things in the blog, since I really want to blog about other things. The post will mostly focus on how doing a “gendered” routine touted to make someone into a better member of the male class interacted with my life, which is predominantly lived within the conventions of femalehood.

OK, here we go.

Happy Birthday, Amy Poehler!

You make me proud to be a woman.

A [short] open letter can be found on the tumblr.

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It works every time: Beer, gender, and race.

(A break from the 30 day thing to bring you this):

OK, so he's not holding a beer bottle, but it could be beer in that whiskey bottle.

Ah, September is halfway through, the air is finally cooling down, textbooks are arriving at my doorstep, and Orientation Week is less than a week away. For me, Orientation Week mainly means one thing, and that one thing is beer, ladies and gentlemen (and any ladyboys and gentlewomen that may be reading). I freaking love beer, but it always tastes so much crisper in that blissful week before school starts where everyone is a wily first year again, drinking themselves into oblivion in a frantic, seemingly endless bacchanal before the strike of First Week, in which we run frantically back to the library to once again do labor for the tenured wicked stepsiblings, and our livers turn back into the pumpkins they were when we first arrived and a fairy godmother whisked us away from parents to a soundtrack of bagpipes into the grand ball that is COLLEGE. Almost immediately tonight, I wondered why I haven’t bought my O-Week supply of beer yet. Maybe because I’m on the raw food thing and beer is not raw. I think I will be merciful to myself and buy myself a six-pack of 312 this weekend to last for the week. After all, it is my last Orientation Week. Anyways, I stumbled across a picture of “Chick Beer” today, and first I thought BEER, but then I realized the name is kind of goofy.

MORE BEER IF YOU CLICK THIS BUTTON. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK CLICK! THATS OKAY! YOU SHOULD MAKE SAFE RESPONSIBLE O-WEEK INTERNET BROWSING CHOICES! THATS OKAY! YOU SHOULD MAKE SAFE RESPONSIBLE O-WEEK INTERNET BROWSING CHOICES! THATS OKAY! YOU SHOULD MAKE SAFE RESPONSIBLE O-WEEK INTERNET BROWSING CHOICES! THATS OKAY! YOU SHOULD MAKE SAFE RESPONSIBLE O-WEEK INTERNET BROWSING CHOICES!

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More Broadway Casting Love

September 2011 has been and will continue to be pretty chaotic schedule-wise for me. I suspect know this is true for Emmy and Christina is well, so if you’ve been checking on our “scheduled” days, you can stop now. Set up an RSS feed or check every day, we don’t care which. 😉

The Kreayshawn update will come ASAP, but I won’t put a date to it now. Have another amuse-bouche courtesy of The Great White Way, everyone.

 

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