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October 7, 2003

Ug ug ug. Today is just shitty all around. I can't believe how much the upsetting news of all of my friends is upsetting me. I can't tell if it's empathetic or self-centered to say that, either, which just makes me feel vaguely shitty about myself.

And I got not enough sleep last night, so I am crabby and tired. For the first time, I'm not looking forward to Regulation of Gender this afternoon.

I'm bailing on the doggie training class on Thursday in order to volunteer at a Stop Domestic Violence event. I have on idea if the event (which includes a performance by Lisa Loeb, a short film and a speaker) will be any good at all, but I told myself I was going to get more involved in actual feminist activities here, and by God I am.

For all that's worth.


October 15, 2003

Love your body day:

I love my body because my skin and hair feel nice to my touch
I love my body because it allows me to adequately enjoy baths
I love my body because it allows me to see, to hear, to smell, to touch
I love my body because of the way it feels to stretch out in bed in the morning
I love my body because it is a vessel through which I can play with my dog
I love my body because it gives me sexual feeling
I love my body because it has round parts and narrow parts and identifies me as female
I love my body because I am a fast typist
I love my body because of the ultra-comfortable feeling I get after a great meal or a couple of beers
I love my body because it can dance and sing, not well, but joyfully.

Why do you love your body?


October 21, 2003

I walked Chance into an amazing golden sunrise this morning. It almost made being up at 7:30 when I don't have class until 2 worth it. Almost.

I have a stupid group project meeting at the massively inconvenient hour of 9am this morning. Then I'm coming back here and working (read: coming back here and taking a nap) before 2 o'clock class.

So far, having my schedule split into work week and school week seems to take a lot of pressure off.

I am trying to decide if I want to submit a paper/which paper I want to submit to the Women's Studies Colloquium thing. I am tempted to submit an abstract of the paper I am going to write for PD on HPV, since I would like to get more into women's health policy work, and presenting some would be good for the resume. However, I feel weird about signing up to present a paper I haven't written yet. Hrm...The deadline for abstracts is Nov. 14, so the chances of me writing it before then are pretty low, too.

Still, I think that's what I will do.

I am going to try to have grits for breakfast. We'll see how that goes.


October 22, 2003

I'm done with the Warbird, the Ms. boards are becoming a less and less friendly space...I'm thinking maybe it's time to start some boards of my own. Susan says she's interested, so we're going to talk about it tonight (we are going to see Kill Bill). I am trepidatious--what if nobody wants to post on my boards? What if moderating is really hard and puts me in horrible positions all the time? I am not just looking for a place to house my clique, you know? I really want to find a place where women can meet and talk and support and discuss and yeah, even argue, without completely disrespecting each other and treating each other like dogshit. I want a community, the kind that I keep trying to make out of Ms. with damn poor results.

Is it even possible? If I post about this on Ms., how many of the people from there will come over and hang out? Is there a way to make it easy to use/user friendly? I know I can use Ezboards, but I really dislike that format. I'd much rather have something that looks more like Ms. or like the Warbird. Is that expensive? It can't be that expensive, since Rich can apparently afford it. But does it take a ton of technical know-how? I have next to none. I know Susan (and especially Tony) have some...

I don't know why this is so important to me, but it is. I really want this space to exisit, and it has become more and more apparent that's only going to happen if I get off my ass and do something to create it.


October 24, 2003

A new feminist community for anyone who is interested: The Phoenix. Please come on over and join us!

So far I can't believe how well it's going. Only a bit over 24 hours and there are over 50 registered members already and everyone is talking, and behaving civilly. A lot of my favorite Ms. posters are there, and a whole swarm of people I'd like to get to know better are there as well. There are a few more people (well, lots, really) that I am hoping I can convince to come on over as well.

THings are good.


October 26, 2003

Update your blog, she says. So update my blog I will.

School is just kicking my ass. There is no other way to put it. Suddenly I have rounded the corner from happily overwelmed to freakily overwelmed, and I am not enjoying it. If I could just get a good day's work done I know I'd feel much better, but I am so tired and so distractable...it's not happening. I work for a little while, then I check my email, read The Phoenix, see if anyone needs to be authorized, pet the dog, get some cookies...it's ridicluous.

To be fair, though, I did crank out a PFM memo in fairly short order this morning. I have no idea if it is any good or not (my guess is no), but it is one more thing I can cross off my list. If I have time to go back later and edit it, all the better. If not, so be it. I have other stuff to do.

The Phoenix is rocking and rolling with 75 members and over 700 posts in the past 3 1/2 days. I feel a sense of accomplishment, which is nice. Unfortunately, I am letting it keep me from stuff I really should be focusing on, like my fucking econ midterm. Oh well.

The weather here has turned a little chilly and windy, as if it's really fall. As long as it doesn't last too long, I'm all for it. The trouble is that it feeds right into my urge to curl up in the papasan and read, not do the work I need to get done. Esh. Are you sensing a theme, here?

I did school Day of Service volunteer stuff yesterday. It was pretty much a waste of time. My group was assigned to paint this multimedia room at Johnston HS, which would have been cool, except the guy in charge of the project was in no way ready. He didn't have neccessary supplies, the room wasn't cleaned, blah blah. It was a hassle. I stuck it out for almost three hours, but then I bailed. I got a pretty cool bright green tshirt out of the deal, though. Next time I will follow my gut instincts and go for the library book-sorting project. :)

OK. Back to work. I swear.


November 14, 2003

Finally, some progress on my paper. I'm halfway through page 7 and things are moving along much more smoothly. Thank God.

Getting into all this HPV stuff pisses me off to no end. I wrote an impassioned thing on The Phoenix about my HPV experiences the other day, and it drew very few responses. It doesn't seem to be much of a resonating feminist issue. Makes me wonder if it's really all that important, or if I just think it's important because it has affected me personally?

I do think it's important, though. Something about millions of women trooping dutifully in every year to have Pap smears when they have no fucking clue what they are being tested for rubs me the wrong way. It seems unethical. Don't people have the right to know what the fuck they are being tested for? Or do only men have that right?

The reasons for not making the connection more explicit make some sense, but they all come down to stigma against female sexuality. Unlike breast cancer or endometrial cancer or whatever else, cervical cancer isn't a "blameless" disease. You got it from sex. No, you didn't necessarily h ave to have multiple partners or even have gone unprotected, but the bottom line is that saying a woman has cervical cancer is saying she has fucked, and nobody wants to admit that women fuck. It is supposed to be burnt or frozen off quietly and not mentioned, rather than talked about, because while cancer makes you a martyr, sexually transmitted infections make you a whore.

So what happens when the two collide? Lots of lying and looking the other way, apparently.

I'm not sure the paper is going to be any good, policy-wise. At least not in this incarnation. Hopefully I can have it whipped into shape for either or both of the conferences, though, if either of them accept me.

I'm increasingly interested in lesbian health issues. Again, the whole idea of stigma and misinformation. Hopefully I can get further into that in the future.

A lot of people think that public education campaigns are "soft" policy. What do you think?


January 24, 2004

Having given some more thought to my Bennifer Breakup Disappointment, I think it is about fairy tales. In my adult life, Hollywood suffices for fairy tales, make believe, too much of the time. And given that it's supposed to be "too good to be true" it is sad that the relationships never work out. So when a couple for whom I actually have some positive feeling breaks up, it makes me question whether or not I believe in fairy tales.

If that makes any sense, which, now that I write it down, it doesn't.

To further humiliate myself, I will admit that I hope Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston are very happy as well.

Moving on, today was a really good day. It was rainy and gray and my head hurts a lot still, but it was still really nice. Hung out at home, had an excellent and ass-kicking workout--all in all, good stuff.

I think it is going to be possible for me to go to Washington in April for the March for Choice, which makes me really happy. I knew I wanted to go, but I didn't think it would be fiscally possible. The North Texas PP, however, is giving scholarships to full-time students so we can go for only $75, and that pays for airfare and two nights in a hotel. SWEET!! So as long as my application gets there before all the slots are full, which it should, I think, I should be in. So all I have to figure out is how to get from here to Dallas and back for the flight (and I'm sure there will be carpools for that). So that's exciting. I think it will be a really re-energizing feminist experience. Or at least I'm hoping so, because I could really fucking use one of those sometime soon.

The Phoenix really does drain me. I really want it to realize its full potential, but my hope of that actually happening gets slimmer with every ridiculous in-fight. And nobody is immune, you know? It's not just people I don't like who are tempted to get in their jabs, is folks I really do like as well (and I'm certainly not above a low blow or two myself, to be fair in taking my part of the blame). I don't know why we like to shit on each other, but for some reason we do, and that really disturbs me. Is it just that this is how women in our society are taught to treat each other? Is this what happens in all frustrated progressive circles (I'm thinking of the New Left infighting now, or the gender problems and other problems in the Civil Rights Movement)? Or is it a problem with online communication in general, and none of us would do this in real life? I don't know what to blame it on, but I know it exhausts and depresses me, and some days, like today, I feel better if I just stay away (which is an abdication of responsibility that makes me feel guilty, but whatever, you can't win 'em all).

I'm beginning to worry myself a little bit with the diet/weight loss thing. I don't want to be turning into a calorie counter who sucks the joy out of food, you know? It shouldn't be a point of personal pride to me that I am down 9 pounds, because those are just numbers on a scale, and it shouldn't be a point of pride either that I burned 1000 more calories than I consumed today. I should be focusing on how I feel (which is actually pretty damn good, but I think that is due almost entirely to working out and has very little to do with food restriction), not what my numbers are. But it is harder every day to divorce my feelings from the numbers, and I think more and more about how I can get the numbers lower, what foods I can sneak out (for instance, it's amazing what limiting all beverages to water or tea will do for your calorie count)...I don't know. It seems unhealthy to me even from my internal vantage point, so I can't imagine it looks good to others.

And the bottom line is that yeah, I want to be in better shape and not have back problems like my mom and all that, but basically I'm fucking vain and I don't want to be fat. This all boils down to me not wanting to be fat. And that makes me feel like ass. So what if I am fat? Why should that matter to me? Why is my self-worth so connected to my body? Haven't I learned anything?

Apparently not.

But the chances I am going to quit thinking about it that way seem slim, so I just have to moderate myself as much as I can. Focus as much as possible on excercise and as little as possible on calories. And I have to promise myself that when I reach the goal weight, or when I reach the deadline, whichever comes first, then I am going to STOP counting calories. Because I am so fucking obsessive about entering every mouthful in to the website, and I know that can be a bad behavior.

Really I'm not worried about developing an eating disorder or anything dramatic like that. Rather, I just don't want to get any more fucking vain and self-indulgent.

Funny that I am blogging about not wanting to be so self-indulgent! As if this blog is ANYTHING but self-indulgence...


February 16, 2004

Something unpredecented and unpleasant happened to me this afternoon.

I was walking from the parking lot towards the building where I had class. My school is next door to a presidential library that has a big, if strange exhibition ending today, on President's Day, so there were people all over. It took me like 20 minutes to find a place to park.

Anyway, I was walking along, wearing baggy jeans and a semi-fitted t-shirt with no bra. This is a pretty standard school day uniform for me. Yes, I should probably wear a bra. But I don't like wearing a bra, so if there is any way I can avoid it, I do. Suddenly, someone leaned out the window of a passing car and yelled "boingy boingy boing! Nice tits, bitch!"

What, you ask, is so unprecedented about that? Street harassment is something I complain about all the time, though I have noticed it happens far less here than it did at home.

The individual leaning out the window and yelling at me was unmistakably a woman.

I've been called every derogatory name in the book, had all of my body parts complimented or criticized, been propositioned at least 100 ways, all from passing cars. But I've NEVER been yelled at by a woman before. And it's SO much worse.


March 15, 2004

When I first started reading the Ms. Magazine message boards (three years ago? Four?), it was with a mixture of awe and disgust. Some of what I saw going on there was amazing, awe-inspiring--it was online feminism, women connecting with one another with no regard for the boundaries of race or age or nationality or physical proximity. It was wonderful. Usually, the disgust followed the awe pretty closely, though, because the nasty undercurrent was there from the beginning. However, I was so enraptured by what I was seeing that my initial skepticism wore off and after awhile I felt like a real member of the community. I put my shyness and feelings of inadequacy aside and I jumped in and started posting.

I was an active member there for two and a half years, and much as I hate to say this, much as I know it makes me sound like a Republican pundit on TV talking about the decline of family values in America, I watched it decline. What had been a pervasive but generally ignorable undertone of racism, misogyny, and joy in the pain of other women when I started out became something much darker, and it clouded the waters over and over again. Every time there was clarity or a brief reprieve, I hoped that my community was on the way back up, and every time I was disappointed.

I could spend thousands and thousands of words giving examples of the horrible things that went down at Ms., but I'll limit myself for your sake as well as my own. Basically, a small group of women calling themselves "radical feminists" made their presence known in nearly every thread, and they made it known in the most hurtful and vile of ways possible. There are only half a dozen to a dozen of these women there, but they have for years now spewed hatred with a consistency and determination that would be laudable if it were dedicated to actual feminist activity. Lowlights include various racist and anti-Semitic comments, horrible class bias, and intolerance bordering on hatred of women with non-lesbian sexualities, but the worst thing was always the general nastiness pointed towards posters who had been deemed "non-radical" and apparently not fit for human form. Examples of this include telling a board member the world would be better of if she committed suicide, referring to mothers on the board as "breeders" and worse, questioning not only the feminism, but the humanity of nearly every post some of us made for months. There is no way I can count the number of times one of the few women in this destructive pod wrote something to me that had me in tears, and I don't cry easily. And I am not alone, either. I am one among dozens of women who were routinely abused in exactly this fashion in what they had come to depend upon as their community online.

After months of attempting to fight this and seeing more and more of the posters I really respected wisely jump from the boards like they were a sinking ship, in October of last year I finally gave up, left, and started The Phoenix. The Phoenix has been wonderful for these past months, providing me and a lot of other women with a safe feminist space. It doesn't and probably never will have half the traffic Ms. did, so it suffers from a greater skewing in age, race, nationality, etc. that I regret and want to try to fix, but the environment there is almost wholly positive and I am proud to have created it.

Since I left, things at Ms. seem only to have gotten worse. I have lurked there from time to time but haven't posted much if it all. The moderation was always spotty--sometimes there daily, sometimes no presence for weeks, etc.--but it seems to have worsened considerably, including the bannings of some wonderful long-time posters for infractions that were retaliatory, at worst. Having lost contact with some of these women, I truly hope that they have found better communities elsewhere. The moderators have also persistently refused to hear complaints about the core group of so-called "radical feminists" who have caused all of these problems.

Recently, the situation escalated in a way I wouldn't have thought possible. A long-time board poster committed suicide, and board members turned this tragedy into one more excuse for in-fighting, back-stabbing and brutality towards one another. My level of disgust now is as high as it was when I left, even after having six months to cool down. This is NOT a feminist space. It is quite simply a catfight. If the patriarchy had planned it themselves they couldn't have done it any better--it's women as women's worst enemy, and when we're all busy destroying each other, who is left to destroy them?

For these past months, I've had this back-of-my-mind hope that the place would return to the mostly-good state in which I found it years ago, and that all of us who abandoned ship could go back and rebuild it. But that's not going to happen. What could be a locus of hope, communication, strength, activism and friendship for women from all walks of life, worldwide, is nothing more than a mud pit, where women go to beat up on each other, sling filth at one another, and generally participate in the destruction of their own sex, all for the pleasure of what I really hope is an imaginary audience. But what if it's not? These boards are open, and the women there are happy to give any lurkers all the inside help they need in defeating a feminist movement that still--perhaps now more than ever--desperately needs all of our strength.

This is the part where I'm supposed to say what I have learned from all this and how it's made me a better person, but I'm honestly not sure it has. Because of the creation of The Phoenix, and because of the excellent friends I've made through Ms., I do feel as if something good has come out of it, but as far as my growth as a feminist, I suspect my participation there has been counterproductive. I used to trust other women more than I do now. I used to like other women more than I do now. And I want my old self back.


March 29, 2004

In a few minutes, I am on my way to a town hall meeting to discuss sexism in the community in my school. I am quite sure that more than two but probably less than four people will have the nerve to say that they don't see sexism as a problem. And that may well be the easier part of the discussion. So stay tuned, I should be back to rant about how I hate my school and my species in about an hour and a half...


(Title courtesy of Ani.)

**Warning: This post will most likely contain many, many curses.**

Wow. That was a collosal waste of time and increase in blood pressure. Fuck this place, anyway. It's impossible to even get folks here to agree that sexism might ben an itty-bitty problem, much less talk about actual solutions or real ways to move forward. We sat there for an hour and people talked about sensitivity, they talked about what life is like in the "real world," they talked about how it hurts "learning moments" and conversation to use -isms. They talked about victimization and who has the responsibility to speak up. One woman (this has to be my favorite part) actually made some obviously very well thought-out claims about how men and women just think and communicate differently, and it's nobody's fault, we just need to learn to understand each other's styles.

They talked about just about everything except for the real problem. And I can't say I helped things much. I'm not comfortable here, I'm not going to get comfortable here, and honestly I find it really difficult to muster up much caring at all about what an old-boy's-club hellhole this place has really turned out to be. I'm just waiting, putting in my time, getting through my recs, and then I will get the hell out of here. Out into that mythical "real world" where I am assured things will be so much worse.

The next person who trys to talk to me about the real world as if I've never been a part of it is going to get a big smack in the face. I'm not even kidding. Could you be any more fucking condescending? I don't need you to tell me about the real world, Mr. Dean--let me tell you about my real world. In my real world, I have to put serious thought into what I wear to school or work every day, lest I be misjudged in my intentions due to my clothes. In my real world, I get to sit through disparagements of my gender, subtle and overt, multiple times a day. Every day. In my real world I can't walk outside alone at night, I drive with my doors locked, and I regularly have nightmares about being raped. To be more school-centered, my real world includes an impossible class schedule juggle to try to get classes with female professors. It includes having to find classes outside of my program that focus on gender because there are so few of them here. And above all, today, my real world is comprised of sitting fairly still, with a near smile, for over an hour while people surrounding me belittled what has been the only serious attempt I have seen here to deal with sexism. My real world sucks at the moment, thanks.


March 30, 2004

On today's edition of "what not to read with breakfast":
A slew of emails from "progressive" men telling women how they should be dealing with sexism. My favorite bit? One man thinks that the thing standing in the way of putting institutional mechanisms in place to deal with sexism is APATHY.

Yep, you heard it here first, folks. I am not a victim of discrimination because I'm too ugly/pretty, tall/short, fat/thin, smart/dumb, or just because I'm too damn female. I'm a victim of sexist discrimination because I am APATHETIC!! If only I cared enough to do something about it, the world would surely change.


April 13, 2004

This is the list of celebrities supporting the March for Women's Lives in a couple of weeks. Gives me an idea of some folks I may be supporting who I wouldn't have expected. Cindy Crawford? Ed Asner?


April 26, 2004

My elation is wearing into exhaustion at this point, but nothing has ever been so worth it.

I think the March for Women's Lives may well have been the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Right up there, anyway. I'm trying to decide where it falls on the continuum, and it's definitely in the first-Ani-concert/Renn Faire (which is NOT a Renaissance Faire) area. A million people (or 800,000, or whomever's estimate you want to believe), most of them women, marching on the capitol to demand what is rightfully ours. All smiling, singing, shouting, waiving signs and flags. I can't imagine another time when I will be able to see so much beauty and so much hope in one place.

It really reminded me of a part of my politics (and my life, really) that has gotten away from me lately--hope. One of the pre-march speakers used that Che quote about optimism being the weapon of the revolution, and I remembered how I used to believe that. And then, looking around me, I really felt like it was true again. We may be under the harshest regime this country has seen in decades, atrocities might be committed falsely in our names both at home and abroad, but we are not cowering and we will not give up.

I really am exhausted, and in theory I am supposed to perform some odd ritual known as "homework" tonight, so I'm going to leave this here. More reflections tomorrow, hopefully. To close, though, to my sisters who are reading this and weren't able to make it to the march yesterday, your presence was felt. I know I thought of you often. And to my sisters who were, thank you for marching with me.


May 19, 2004

Go to Margaret Cho's blog and watch her little film clip (top lefthand corner). It's good stuff.


July 16, 2004

I'm sure everyone is going to be all over this in a matter of minutes, but I can't resist.

Martha Stewart got 5 months in jail, 2 years probation and a $30,000 fine for her shady stock deal.

Fuck that. As Bitch rightly pointed out, this is a fucking witch hunt. Yes, she fucked up, but Jesus H. Christ--Ken Lay does shadier things before he gets out of bed in the morning! In a man, the behavior is good business. Just ask Vice-President Enron.

I am so sick of this country's hypocrisy I could scream.

By the way, the new Blogger writing/editing screen rocks my world. Except that yesterday I wrote a long post about my triumph over Linda, and when I tried to spellcheck, it crashed. That was no good.


July 22, 2004

The following came across my email this afternoon:

Dear Friends and Supporters of BookWoman,

We are writing to ask your help. The still sluggish economy, our rising rent, and the difficulties of the construction project on Lamar Blvd. are all colliding to make this our most challenging summer ever. BookWoman is having a severe cash crisis! We are asking that you come shop at BookWoman right away and tell all your friends! If 160 people each spend $25 here in the next two weeks we would be able to pay our August rent on time. Why not start your holiday shopping now!

Or if you are able to give a small donation of $10, $25, or $50, it would be most gratefully and lovingly received. Although BookWoman is not traditional non-profit, we exist to serve all the women of Austin and all our diverse communities- both in the selection of the products that we carry and the in-store programming that we support and provide.We are actively looking for more economic digs...any leads will be welcome. It is really hard to believe, but we are nearing our 30th anniversary. It's a huge and humbling milestone. Hopefully we will be able to continue our work.

In Sisterhood: with love and gratitude for so many years of your support,

Susan, Kristen, Marla & Jennifer
BookWoman
918 W.12 St.
Austin, Texas 78703
www.ebookwoman.com


First thing is first--if you have any spare money lying around and an inclination to help keep a really wonderful store in business, go on down there, if you are local, or go to www.ebookwoman.com and buy something, if you aren't.

Secondly, this is the third or fourth feminist book store in trouble I've heard about lately. There are no words for how much this pisses me off. It is ESSENTIAL that we keep these businesses going. Given the social and political climate around us, protecting our safe havens is more than a good idea, it's a necessity. These stores were some of the first places in the past few decades for women to gather, to be safe, to talk and laugh and cry and be together. They carry books, magazines, music that other stores won't touch, full of information that we need to have access to, as well as entertainment that makes our lives richer. This is a service to the feminist community, and it is one that doesn't pay for itself. If we don't get off our collective asses and support these stores, they won't be here much longer.


August 5, 2004

Odd Girl Out book coverAs anyone who has been anywhere near me recently is undoubtably sick of hearing, I just read this really great book. It's called Odd Girl Out: The Hidden Culture of Aggression in Girls. Basically, a writer took the time to talk to a bunch of groups of elementary-to-high school aged girls about how and why they are mean to each other. Teaching girls not to be aggressive, the author postulates (and I think she's right), backfires into girls putting their aggressions into all of this underhanded, backbiting meanness. Rather than just getting in an argument or a even a fight and getting it over with, girls spread rumors, exclude, keep secrets, use particular kinds of body language, "kill with kindness," etc. And it causes psychological damage that haunts us for the rest of our lives, sometimes sutble ways, sometimes in clear-cut ones, like abusive romantic relationships, self injury, and eating disorders.

Continue reading "With a heavy heart (Odd Girl Out)" »


August 10, 2004

Ponder.


August 17, 2004

Dear Fabulous Feminist Family and Friends,

As some of you know, In Other Words, Women's Books and Resources is Portland's nonprofit, feminist bookstore. IOW always has books that change women's lives and the world. We always strive to inspire new, diverse, and cutting edge writers and guarantee the availability of books by feminists, lesbians, and women of color. IOW values books as cultural and intellectual expressions, not merely commodities. Our core values are building, strengthening, and supporting women's community, diversity of feminist perspective, education for empowerment, and social change through grass roots activism. If you are not familiar with our organization, please visit us at 3734 SE Hawthorne or on the web at www.inotherwords.org

Summertime is always difficult for In Other Words since sales are generally low from July through September and income from textbook sales doesn't come through until
October. We are working on new ways to generate income on a more consistent basis throughout the year and have put some new marketing strategies into place. Heard us on KBOO? Seen our new ad free RISE UP listserv? However, right now we need your help and this is why I'm contacting you. This is a call to action. There are many ways to do your part to keep In Other Words alive.

Support your local, feminist bookstore; she supports you. In Other Words is a 501(c 3, non-profit, which makes all donations tax-deductible. Many of you have contributed in the past and have expressed great satisfaction of helping to keep a community resource alive. We are grateful and better off for it. Since we are in a summer sales slump and we all know the work of feminism is not over, please consider donating right away even if you usually give around the end of the year. Just mail your tax deductible check to the address below and we'll mail you a receipt. But wait there's more. If you are unable to make a tax-deductible donation right now, there are many other ways of supporting this community resources. We would be so grateful and our community will be better for it.

Come on down and visit! In Other Words, located in historic SE Hawthorne is open seven days a week. We offer a comprehensive, diverse collection of women's writing, women-positive gifts and videos for rent, non-sexist children's books, cards, stickers, posters, buttons, and space for community meetings and education, readings and workshops.

Shop! Fill out that summer reading list. Gift certificates are available in any denomination. If just 100 of you made a $25 purchase we could easily pay our rent.

Browse or contribute to our music and art sections. We have an art gallery, supporting local women artists, and our local music section is the best of its kind. Every purchase made helps keep us (and a feminist artist) alive.

Consider doing all your gift shopping now. Through the month of August we are having a 50% off sale. Don't miss this opportunity to save big on selected titles. While you are in the store, pick up our calendar of events and see what we are offering the community this month. Stay tuned for upcoming benefits.

Go to www.inotherwords.org. For those of you that live outside of Portland or can't make it over to Hawthorne--I know you read, and you probably order books on line. By using our web site to buy your books, you can really help us out. Just go to our website and take a look, check out our store history and calendar of events. You can buy any book off of our web site, have it shipped directly to your home. It doesn't cost you any more -- it is just like buying a book from amazon.com only feminist and contributing to the sustainability of independent media. And it does not have to be a women's book. You can order ANY book off of our web site. In Other Words has been around for ten years, and buying your books from us is a really easy way to support one of the only non-profit feminist bookstores in the country. Thanks very much for
considering these options. Your purchases, donations, and support contribute to
keeping our community space devoted to women's writing, performance, and art
sustainable. Feel free to forward this to anyone you think may be interested.

Thanks in advance!!

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August 24, 2004

The fans make it all worthwhile...

And you may not want personality tips from me but you need them from someone; you are tiresome and humorless. You give feminists a badname. I realize you're stuck in a college-town mentality but fucking grow up! One day hopefully, you'll look back and giggle and say "God,I was such a self-righteous boring prig."


January 19, 2005

So I'm lying around today, trying to stop feeling like shit. (Huge sinus/throat/bronchial infection, requiring three freaking weeks of antibiotics. Fabulous.) And I come upon a daydream that I have had off and on for years, but is particularly appealing to me right now.

A world with no men.

Just for a little while. I'm not saying kill all the men, I'm not saying I want to move to a women-only commune for the rest of my life. What I am saying, though, is that I think I could benefit HUGELY from woman-only time and space. I'm fucking sick to death of men.

Mostly, I'm sick of working with men, seeing men on the street, etc. I'm sick of either having to pretend I didn't hear sexist jokes or make a big deal out of them. I'm sick of being looked at like meat. I'm sick of the assumption that I must be the "secretary," being a girl and all. I'm sick of the double standard when it comes to how dressed up one needs to be for work.

Most of all, I'm sick of the entitlement. I'm sick of being interrupted when I talk. I'm sick of the fact that Mark thinks it is fine to talk to me when I am obviously doing something else. I'm sick of having men in my space, taking up my time, all the time.

For a long time, I thought it was just that I want to be alone completely, and sometimes it is, but it's more than that. I want to feel like a part of a community of women, too. I want a circle of close female friends. I want girls time, lots and lots of girls time.

But I'm not gonna get it. I live with a boy and a boy dog. I work with at least 90% men. Sucks.


February 22, 2005

(First off, the title for this post is taken from the title of Christine Stansell's brilliant book. You should read it.)

It has taken me several years to figure out exactly what was meant by leading a "woman-centered" life. In earlier years, I found the term not only confusing, but also insulting--as if it implied that by choosing to have men present in my life, I was less of a feminist.

I think I'm starting to get it now. Lately, I just don't want to surround myself with men. Or, more precisely, I don't want men taking up the time and space in my life that I'd rather devote to women. I'm irritated by working with so many men. I'm irritated by seeing so many men wherever I go. I want space and time with just women; space and time without feeling like I am constantly being summed up, judged, and then dismissed.

I know women aren't perfect. I have known quite a number of women that I just plain do not like. But that isn't what this is about. This is about wanting to surround myself with other members of my gender, take part in the rituals of my gender. I want to listen to women's music, read women's books, listen to other women talk about their lives. I am fucking sick and tired of men's lives! I've spent 25 years hearing about men--I know enough about men. I am oversaturated with living in a man's world, and I want to live in a woman's world for awhile.

Partially, I think the problem is my job. It's been a long time since I have worked with men, and I don't think I've ever worked with this many. The best job I ever had (in terms of working conditions and coworkers, not in terms of pay or responsibilities) was in an all-woman office (if you still read this, hi Sarah!). The job I had after that was in a large office, but there were a core group of female admin staff that hung pretty close. Those women are a great example, actually. I had so little in common with most of them--class, education, age, religion were all very far apart--but I connected with them on the basis of being a woman. I cherish the experience. Finally, the last job I had before this one was once again in all-female (or at least vast majority female) office. Once again, I felt safe. Even if I didn't like all of the women there, I felt a certain security in knowing they were women (and made a very good friend there, as well--bonus!). Here, though, I work on a majority male team, have mostly male work friends, and am surrounded every day by a world that is undeniably male-driven. For the most part, they are perfectly good guys. But they are guys. And they don't get it. They will shut up when I tell them they are being sexist, but they won't actually think about why it is I am objecting.

Part of it about being tired of being an educator. Mark tries so hard, and bless him for that, but he's still a man, and he still reeks of male privledge. I still have to point things out to him, and even if he is generally very open to having things pointed out, sometimes you just get tired of having to explain it, you know?

None of this is to say that I am going to quit my job, or leave my relationship. It's just to say that I could really, really use some woman-only space, both in terms of a retreat from my usual life, and in terms of an ongoing oasis in my day-to-day life. But where does a straight-by-default girl find that space? If it isn't at work and it isn't at home, where should I look for it?


February 24, 2005

Note: This is written mostly in response to comments from my last post...I just had too much to say to leave it all in the comments.

We all know how to identify overt sexism. When someone tells you "a woman's place is in the home," that's sexist. When the president of Harvard says that girls are just not as good at science as boys are, that's sexist (and hopefully career-ending, but that's another story). Being expected to make less money, have a baby, do the dishes, and give a blow job, then be happy with your lot in life, all due to your assigned gender, is sexist.

None of that is what I was talking about in my last post. I am not sick of men due to their overt sexism. I don't spend a hell of a lot of time with overly sexist men, at least not when I'm not around my family. But covert sexism, and even what I would call covert misogyny, is rampant in nearly ALL of the men I know, all of the men I've ever known. You don't want to see it, because they are such nice guys, you like them (sometimes you even love them), but you scratch the surface and its there. And that's the part that is exhausting to me. They have so much potential, and most of the time, they are great. Then you let your guard down and someone says something that gives you pause. You shake it off, telling yourself you are being "too sensitive." But then you wake up in the middle of the night and think about it, and goddamn it, you were right, that was a sexist or misogynist thing to say, and goddamn it, it doesn't matter if he thinks he was kidding, because this joke isn't funny anymore. Not when you have to listen to some variation on it everywhere you go, every day, for your whole life. Not when it is expected to define you.

It is difficult to give examples of covert sexism and misogyny, because when looked at singularly, they often seem trite, especially to people who don't want to look for sexism in their friends, family, or colleagues. When I try to give examples here, it is more than likely that comments will come back saying "that's no big deal" or "that doesn't bother me." And so the blame will be turned around on me, for overreacting, for being man-hating, for being too sensitive or overthinking. It's a trap, and I see it before I even walk into it.

That being said, my days are full of examples, and I'll give some.

  • I have asked Mark to stop using "bitch" and "pussy" as insults at least twenty times. Sometimes, to humor me, he even tries to stop using the words. But it never lasts. They are part of his lexicon, and until he sees actual worth in taking them out of his vocabulary on his own, it's not going to happen.
  • I share an office with one woman and one man. The man, who I honestly love to death most of the time, finds it perfectly appropriate to discuss strip clubs and to email around pictures of obese women for laughs (this is slightly beside the point, but he's obese himself). And sure, I can (and have) asked him not to do those things, at least not in my presence, and like Mark, he remembers for awhile, then it slips his mind, because he is just doing it to humor me anyway, he doesn't get why it's such a big deal. The same man also finds it appropriate to assume any grouchiness on the part of myself or my female officemate has to be PMS-related.
  • On my "work team," there are five women and ten men. Of the men, five of them have wives who do not work outside the home (three have working wives and two are single). From these men, I have heard long explanations about why it is better for a wife to stay home. They are never saying that all women belong in the home, though. Oh, no, that would be sexist! Their cases are always the exception. 'My wife is subservient because she wants to be. She's really in charge, she just lets me pretend to be in charge to keep the peace. My wife likes to keep house. It's OK that she does all the housework and cooking and my laundry--I pay the bills!' And on and on. (Just as a sidenote, two of the five have small children at home, and those situations are somewhat different.)
  • Length of time I have worked here: 6 months. Number of discussions I've been in regarding why women MUST shave their legs and pits: no less than 5
  • Quickest way to get nice-but-sometimes-irritating coworker to leave my office? Say menstruation.
  • Favorite word to describe nasty female manager? Cunt.
I could go on, but because this exercise feels futile, I won't. The bottom line is that yes, even the nice men I know are sexist. Not once in a while, often. Not in big ways, but in a million small ways that make my skin crawl and make me want to drop out of male-dominated society all together.

But I'm not going to. For the same reason that no amount of hatred for the U.S. government is going to get me to expatriate. This country, office, house, whatever belongs to me just as much as it does to them, and I am not going to let them push me out. Because I am not leaving, it would be easier, probably, to ignore than thousand small things a day that get under my skin, to save my battles for rapists and abusers, or at least for men who intentionally say nasty things. But I'm not going to do that either, because that is how we got here. Every time a woman says "well, I may not have actual equality, but it's better than it was before, and it's good enough," we don't just not move forward, we move a tiny step back. It we actually want to be equal human beings, then all sexism, no matter how trite it seems, is unexcusable.


March 24, 2005

Feminists have a lot to fight against. I mean, obviously there is the Patriarchy (TM) in general, but there are also a million small, insidious things that make feminist progress so hard.

One of them, as I am rediscovering over the past few days, is that women give up on each other far too easily.

I could give you a dime for every woman I know who hasn't stayed with a loser guy for too long at some point in her life (and this doesn't just mean boyfriends and husbands--fathers, brothers, and friends all fit into this category as well) and still have plenty of change in the emergency jar. Women are socially programmed to never give up on men, no matter what they do. Even when they are non-responsive, even when they are mean spirited, even when they are abusive. Women find the ability within themselves to keep giving, keep trying, just keep on, often for far longer than is healthy or good. Giving up on other women, however, is a whole other thing.

This goes beyond just judging each other harshly, which we also do. This is about writing each other off, thinking that other women are just not worth the trouble, not worth arguing with, not worth teaching and learning from, just plain not worth it. Rather than the innumerable chances we give men to learn, to change, to apologize, to explain, we give each other so very few. How many women have you known with whom you lost touch for reasons you can no longer even recall, mostly because they were so minor and could have so easily been mended if one or both of you had just been willing to keep on keeping on?

Why do we do it? I think partially it's about our self-worth, and how we are taught to view the worth of other women. You have only to look at the myriad of women throwing their best girlfriends over for the guy of the week to see where our priorities are supposed to lie. Sometimes, not giving up takes a sacrifice, it takes other things having to be shelved for a bit, and we're just not as willing to do that for women as we are for men.

Just as we are taught that the value of women is lower than that of men, we are simultaneously taught to expect more from women than from men. We are harder on each other when we screw up because it's less expected, and I can even remember saying to other women, in anger, "I'd expect that shit from a man, but not from you!" This double standard puts us in the position of thinking that women's small transgressions are bigger than they really are, and of not being able to accurately gauge how angry we should be.

Another part of it, I think, is that it is easier and safer for us to get angry and stay angry with each other than it is to get or stay angry with men. This is something that can be seen, for example, when a man leaves his girlfriend or cheats on her with another woman. Who is the bad guy in this scenario? In my experience, the bulk of the hate is generally directed towards the "other woman." Why is that? Why would a woman have higher expectations of another women, who she may not even know, than of a man who she presumably has a relationship with? Could it be, in part, because we can feel fairly secure that if we get into a disagreement with another woman, we won't come back from it with a black eye or a broken arm?

The bottom line is that, no matter how many reasons there are for women to give up on each other so easily, it's hurting us. If we could give each other the benefit of the doubt in even half as many cases as we give it to men, we'd be so much stronger.


March 28, 2005

Do your politics fit between the headlines?
Are they written in newsprint,
are they distant?
Mine are crossing an empty parking lot.
They are a woman walking home,
at night, alone.
They are six strings that sing
and wood that hums against my hipbone.

-Ani DiFranco

So...things have been coming to light, lately. Things I don't want to write, or say, or even think, but I need to get out so that I can carry on. Like everything else, it's a learning experience, but this has been a particularly brutal one.

It is not enough to say that you are a feminist if you hate women. That much has become abundantly clear. If at the end of the self-righteous ranting day, you cannot treat other women with love and respect, as sisters, then nothing you ranted about means anything. It is easy to talk. It is easy to read Dworkin and MacKinnon (well, not that easy, but go with the rhetoric here). It is easy to take Women's Studies classes. It is easy to learn what the feminist party line of any given group is and to spout it ad naseaum. It is less easy, though, to listen to other women's stories and value them, even when they directly conflict with your own experience. It is difficult to value other women enough to treat them with patience and kindness. It is hard to move through the world in a way that shows respect to the very people who we have been taught our entire lives to view as competition, at best.

In recent days, I've had some firsthand experience with women who say they are feminists, who talk a good game, but who are unable or unwilling to listen when I speak, to treat me with anything resembling respect. These are women I used to look up to, model my feminism after. But I've had my moment of doubt, and come through it even more certain that the best thing I can do, the most feminist thing I can do, is to be true to myself and how I feel, and to be secure enough in that to treat other women as I would like to be treated. Theory and all of its resulting arguments are secondary--how I treat people is real. And how I treat people is and will continue to be the important part. To hell with their theories; to hell with the idea that I have to live up to a vision of feminism created by someone else. I know what I have to do.


June 14, 2005

Of the top 25, there are 3 women. Three. Rosa Parks, Oprah Winfrey, and Eleanor Roosevelt.

Bah.


My opinion on Kos has never been high. In fact, I don't read it, cuz it pisses me off. But like other women in the Blosphere, I have to point you to this, if you haven't read it yet. Damn right.


June 28, 2005

My very best friend from high school and I have tentatively decided to go to Michigan Womyn's Festival this August. I am both really excited and really terrified. It's one of those nearly-Utopian experiences that I have been hearing about for years, and the build-up has been quite something. So I am on the hunt for stories about Mich Fest/from Mich Fest, meet-up offers from blog readers who are going to be there, whatever. I know I can read a lot (and have been reading a lot) on the Mich Fest website, but I'd like to hear if any of you have any tidbits as well.

I'm so excited!!


July 20, 2005

I am a woman in the United States of America. About 51% of the people in this country are also female (U.S. Census). 11% of the highest court in the land, the folks who decide, among other things, whether or not I'm forced to carry a fetus to term inside my own body whether or not I want to, are going to be female.

What the fuck am I supposed to say about that?

To make matters worse, I just tried to link to some information on this candidate from NARAL, and couldn't get to it because my state-of-Texas webfilter has "Pro-Choice" as a filtered (i.e. profane) category. Isn't that special?


September 10, 2005

In the comments to my original post about Atticus, Scand asked me to speak about why I have all-male pets, as feminist. She also asked why I gave Atticus the name I did. So I thought I'd answer those things:

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October 28, 2005

If I hear one more time that we're "past identity politics" and it now doesn't matter if Bush's next Supreme Court nominee is male or female, I'm going to fucking scream.

It matters to me. I am part of the 51% female portion of the United States' population, and having an 11% female Supreme Court matters a whole fucking lot to me. And-gasp!-I don't think it would be too much of a stretch to get a nominee who is BOTH qualified AND female!

I know Bush is going to appoint a conservative. I don't like it, but hey, that's how the rules work. I can deal with that. But it incenses me to hear people--both men and women--say that we're beyond gender, that it doesn't matter anymore. The implication there, that those of us for whom it matters quite a lot, are somehow behind the times, somehow beating a dead horse, is sickening. Fuck that. I not only want a woman, I want it to be unapologetically OK to DEMAND a woman. I want HALF of the Supreme Court to be made up of women. Liberal women, conservative women, black women, Latina women, Asian women...I want the Supreme Court to look like what our country looks like. And until they do, I don't have a lot of faith in the decisions they make.

More than anything else, though, I want people to stop saying it doesn't matter. It matters to me, and goddammit, that ought to be worth something.


November 14, 2005

I Have Chosen to Stay and FightTwisty has a brilliant review of Margaret Cho's new book-and-DVD combo on her site, and that is what got me thinking about writing this, though it has been in my head for some time. While I haven't read the book, I Have Chosen to Stay and Fight, I did see a live performance of Cho's Assasin tour (which is what the DVD is), so I am pretty familiar with what Twisty's talking about. And my reaction was very much like her's.

Continue reading "Thoughts on Margaret Cho (I Have Chosen to Stay and Fight)" »