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More evidence that women aren’t people

Current commercial for Jeopardy‘s College Championship tournament.

Paraphrasing…
Announcer: “Inside the mind of the average college student:”
Student: “Girls, girls, girls, pizza, girls.”
Announcer: “Inside the mind of a Jeopardy College Championship contestant:”
Student: “Nuclear fission, history of Europe, girls, girls, girls.”
Announcer: “College Championship contestants are just like any college student, only smarter.”

My question: College students are all male? Are, on average, male?

The picture of Alex Trebek with the contestants shows nine girls and seven boys. So I’m not faulting the show itself. But whoever does the advertising apparently thinks “students” equals “male students.”

One of the things that sexism is about is making the male the normative, the default, person. People=men. Women=other. It’s the Kanga syndrome. It’s always disheartening, always offensive, and pretty much always present.

“Partial-birth abortion” and the uncertainty of medicine

There are so many things wrong with the recent Supreme Court decision banning “partial birth” abortion that it’s hard to know where to begin. But what’s on my mind today is that there is no exception for the health of the mother, just for the life of the mother. In other words, if giving birth, or having a different, less safe abortion procedure, will make a woman sick, or infertile, or blind, that’s okay, as long as she won’t die.

And in addition to the fact that it’s just a heinous thing to say, that it’s just an evil thing to value a fetus that won’t survive anyway over the health of a human woman, it’s also not what medicine is.

We like to think that it is. We like to think that medicine is the thing where they figure out what’s wrong and what will happen, and they tell you, and that’s what will happen, and they tell you how they’re going to fix it, and they do. But often it’s not like that.

We’re going through a thing in my family now, I don’t want to go into it, but it’s a diagnosis, and then a recovery period, and then a relapse, and then it turns out the first diagnosis was wrong, and then tests, and then more tests, and still no information. But discarding that first diagnosis, throwing us back into uncertainty, that’s what a lot of medicine is like. It’s like “We don’t know so let’s try this and if it doesn’t work we’ll try that and if it doesn’t work we’ll think some more.”

So a woman is bleeding out or septic or whatever. A doctor has to look at the decisions he could make: If she has this procedure she has a really good chance of being fine, and if she has that procedure there’s a greater risk of blood loss but probably she’ll still be fine. And the Supreme Court wants to be a fly on the wall and say, “That’s not a ‘life of the mother’ situation. That’s greater health risk versus lower health risk.” But in fact, the doctor isn’t certain, and in fact, the woman might die.

A year from now, we’re going to have dead women who might have survived had they had the intact D&E procedure falsely named “partial birth abortion.” They will be women who appeared to have a health risk and not a life risk by the uncertain close-one-eye-and-aim world of medicine, and they will be the tragic and enraging posthumous flag-bearers of the fight for reproductive freedom.

Because five men on the Supreme Court decided that health isn’t life. And decided it was up to them to make that decision.

Carnival of Feminists #36

…is now up at Fetch My Axe. My post on Feminism and Goddess Worshp is included (w00t!)

What the “Partial-Birth” Abortion Ban Means

I am a bit too heart-sick to write about it, but I don’t need to, because Bitch, Ph.D. said everything I would have said, but better.

Feminism and Goddess Worship

There are two things you hear about feminism and goddess worship.

The first is that goddess worship distracts from the serious work of feminism. This is the sort of complaint that I’d like to dismiss out of hand, ’cause it’s stupid. There are hardcore atheists that will say that any religious life is problematic for political activists, but the argument holds no water. Religious people have been in the forefront of political action since forever. Mahatma Gandhi anyone?

Spirituality, like sex, is a basic human need. Most (but not all) people have it, and shutting people down for expressing it will go nowhere and accomplish nothing, except to drive people away. People do their best work when their needs are met. Period.

The second thing is that goddess worship is inherently feminist, or at least inherently good for women. I thought Marina Walker demolished that theory pretty effectively by looking at Mary worship, and demonstrating that Mary is worshiped most fervently in the most patriarchal enclaves of Catholic culture. But you can also look at India, home of Shakti worship and Kali worship and Lakshmi worship; it is also a hotbed of sexism and misogyny. How anyone can look at goddess worship as it exists in the world today and assume that worshiping goddesses makes you all warm and cuddly towards real-world women is beyond me.

So that leaves me and my relationship with goddess worship. And feminism. » Read more..

In the universe of weird search terms

Today, someone found my blog by typing “nancy pelosi has her menstrual period.”

Okay, not only is that freaky, but hello? Speaker Pelosi turned 67 last week. Ain’t no way that search term has been true lately.

Monday Movie Review: Notorious

Notorious (1946) 10/10
Alicia Huberman’s father has been convicted of treason. Now U.S. government agent T.R. Devlin (Cary Grant) has recruited Alicia (Ingrid Berman)to spy on her father’s Nazi cohorts in Brazil. While waiting for their assignment, Devlin and Alicia begin to fall in love, but their love is threatened when they learn that Alicia’s job is to seduce Alexander Sebastian (Claude Rains). Directed by Alfred Hitchcock.

Notorious may well be Hitchcock’s only feminist film.

Okay, first let’s say how wonderful it is. Notorious is as perfectly constructed as any film you will ever seen. The composition of its shots, the masterful way tension is built, the subtlety and complexity of emotion, it is all simply perfection. And the acting! I never tire of watching Ingrid Bergman fall in love; she just melts into it, abandoning her very soul to sensation and feeling. Grant takes all his big, fascinating handsomeness and introduces weakness and pettiness and fear. Rains makes us sympathize with a Nazi, and Leopoldine Constantine is extraordinary as one of Hitchcock’s trademark evil mothers.

So how is this feminist? The complex and intricate script by Ben Hecht must be credited, as it explores the nature of sexuality, especially as it plays out between a self-described tramp and a man who says he fears women.

When Devlin says this, Alicia seems to understand that this means she is especially fearsome, because she is not just a woman, but a sexual woman. Fearing and also desiring women is the basic recipe for misogyny. One point of interest is that Devlin owns his own misogyny; he has always feared and hated women, it is not Alicia’s fault. And yet he hates himself for loving Alicia, and hates her for inspiring those complex and miserable feelings.

Is Notorious about Nazis, or is it about sexuality? Is she working for her government, or for the patriarchy? Alicia, hating the place that men (her father, her government, the reporters; all male) have placed her in, drinks and fucks. Given an opportunity to redeem herself through good works, she embraces it. But is the work truly good, or is it more slut-shaming?

In a pivotal scene, a group of government men sit and discuss Alicia’s work. They are distant, removed, stuffy. They are stuffed shirts who can politely discuss the advantages and disadvantages of Alicia, whose work is loathsome and dangerous. And at the same time, they can look down their noses at her for doing loathsome things. Again we must ask, is it her spying on the Nazis that makes her an ambivalent figure, or is this just a metaphor for all female sexuality; necessary but icky, praised for its necessity but still an object of misogynist mockery. Devlin suddenly sees the hypocrisy and objects in the strongest possible terms. He applauds Alicia for who and what she is, and not for the ideal he’d been hoping she’d become. In that moment, he is not measuring her by whether or not she sleeps around, only by her honor and courage.

Devlin has no first name, and so is an everyman; nothing more than an agent of his government, which I read as the patriarchy. At first, he loved Alicia but only if she conformed to his wish to tame and transform her. Finally, he loves her for who she is, a woman with the agency to determine whether or not she will be sexual.

Meanwhile, Alicia is being poisoned. And again, is this a murderous Nazi plot, or the social price of being a sexual woman? Is it really that different from her alcoholism, a self-inflicted poisoning to blind her to the way she is viewed?

You can certainly read it as Alicia hating herself for being sexual, which is not a particularly feminist act, but what Alicia seems to hate the most is being looked at and judged. Our first sight of her in the film is being questioned and photographed by reporters; she wants to get away. And again, she wants to get away from cops, from people who spy on her. Perhaps by becoming a spy she is taking the agency that was taken from her, but it is always when she is being looked at and judged that she drinks, and when her spying is discovered, she is poisoned. The judgmental gaze of others is the essence of poison to her, and when Devlin at last accepts her and understands that it was his own pain he was seeing, not her, she can be healed.

And also? Great movie.

Mothers in Fishnets

So, I hear it’s Blog Against Sexism Day. Kind of takes the bloom off the rose of yesterday’s post on Wiccan and Sexism. Now I have to start all over!

When I was a girl

  • Women could legally be fired for getting pregnant.
  • My stepfather told me that he didn’t like to hire women because they quit when they got married.
  • Classified ads were divided by gender.
  • Married women couldn’t open their own bank accounts.

So today, we have more rights. And believe you me, I am thrilled. We also have conservatives using the notion of a female Speaker of the House to try to scare voters. And supposed “liberals” like the New York Times spending more time discussing Nancy Pelosi’s fashion sense than has been spent discussing the clothing choices of all male Speakers in the history of the United States, combined.

We’re not done. We’re silenced. We’re objectified. We’re objects of fear and loathing because of our terrifying toothy vaginas. If we have sex, we’re sluts. If we don’t have sex, we’re frigid bitches. If we’re mothers, we should be treated like we don’t have sex although obviously we do, and we must never have sex again, because we’re full of the Pure Virtue of Motherly Goodness.

Once, around 1992, my friend threw a New Year’s Eve party, and I was dressed to the nines. Mini-skirt and fishnets with hot little ankle boots. I brought Arthur and put him to bed in my friend’s daughter’s room. He was always a restless sleeper so I curled up in bed with him (he was two) and sung him lullabies until he fell asleep. And I sort of saw myself from the outside, the skirt, the stockings, the baby, and I thought, This image of motherhood does not exist.

Until that image of motherhood is allowed, we are not done.

Anti-feminist Wicca?

I got involved in an interesting discussion* on the relationship between Wicca and feminism. Some people have an experience of Wicca as anti-feminist and I think that’s worth addressing.

First, some people contend that Wicca denies leadership positions to women:

But Wicca as a whole can and does, usually in the form of “But women are so holy, we can’t let them sully themselves doing any thinking!”

Sorry, no. I’m doing this for twenty-five years and I’ve never seen it. I’ve seen sexism, yes, and we’re going to get to that, but I’ve never seen anything called “Wicca” that prevents women from leading. In some traditions, including my own, roles can be assigned based on gender, but that’s almost always favorable to women. In many branches of Gardnerian Wicca (the oldest tradition in the U.S.), women can lead covens alone, or in partnership with men, but men cannot lead alone. In fact, we often struggle with the discomfort and complaints of men who aren’t used to not running things. I don’t think the people I was talking with were lying, but wow. Never seen it. “Priestess” is the default in Wicca. Most of our important writers, poets, and ritualists are women.**

But that doesn’t mean that Wicca can’t be sexist. » Read more..

Monday Movie Review: Anatomy of a Murder

Anatomy of a Murder (1959) 10/10
Paul Biegler (James Stewart) takes on the defense of a confessed murderer (Ben Gazzara). The plea will be temporary insanity, but the case really hinges on the accused’s wife (Lee Remick). Was she raped by the murder victim, as she says, or was it an affair?

Anatomy of a Murder announces itself as “modern” from the opening credits, with graphics one associates with the 1960s, even though the movie was made in the ’50s, and a jarring, thrilling Duke Ellington score. Within the first scene, the word “rape” has been used in the kind of matter-of-fact way that movies of this era avoided at all costs. (The controversy created by the film’s frank language caused it to be banned in some places, including Chicago.)

As a movie, it’s just about perfect. Crackling good dialogue, excellent pacing, fascinating plotting. Also, sex, death, violence, domestic drama, legal drama, and the spectre of rape. So it definitely keeps you focused.

One thing this movie does is refuse to give you pat answers. Was Gazzara’s character actually insane, as he says? Who is lying, and who is telling the truth? The movie explores the characters and situations without answering.

From a feminist or social context, the movie is equally fascinating, and equally left in the lap of the audience. The trial is built largely around the perception of women. Laura Manion (Remick) is not “nice.” She flirts. She moves her body freely. She likes to go to bars, and drink, and dance. She doesn’t wear a girdle. Maybe she has affairs, maybe not, the movie refuses to say, because really, it doesn’t matter. The community, and the jury, will perceive Laura as a slut regardless.

Now here’s where it gets tricky. If Laura is perceived as a slut, the jury will also perceive that Laura wasn’t really raped—she was “asking for it.” And if she wasn’t really raped, if she wasn’t a pathetic innocent victim, then her husband cannot be excused for murdering the rapist. If she “led a man on,” then that poor, sad man didn’t deserve to die. Even if he did rape her. The culture will perceive it as him “forcing himself” on her because he knew she “really” wanted it. At which point, she deserved what she got and the rapist did not deserve what he got.

In terms of the way women are perceived and imprisoned by that perception, this is some pretty sick shit.

Furthermore, all that Laura is to the judge, to the jury, and to the community is a slut who somehow caused a death. What happened to her is only interesting in terms of how it effects men. There is an extended sequence in which Laura’s panties are discussed. They are pertinent because she says that the rapist ripped her clothes off. The police found the skirt and blouse, but not the panties. The use of the word “panties” in court causes the entire courtroom to break out in giggles. The judge says (paraphrasing), “Ladies and gentlemen, these panties are no laughing matter. Not when they may be connected to a man’s death, and when another man may go to jail for murder.” At no point does he say that they are no laughing matter because a woman has been raped.

James Stewart’s character is terrific; he’s interesting, complex, and very real. What’s very interesting to me is that he absolutely believes Laura. He knows she was raped, and he knows that the way the prosecution is going to play games; with the notion of her decency, with the idea that perhaps she wasn’t raped at all, is reprehensible. Yet he doesn’t reject the “morals” that create these reprehensible behaviors. He urges her to behave in a way that avoids drawing attention. He practically begs her to wear a girdle. And by doing all this, he seems to accept the moral environment as a given; even if he doesn’t like it, he’s not going to say anything about it, because it’s normal. It’s the Way It Is.

So, not exactly a feminist movie. But not anti-feminist either, and in many ways, this is so much more advanced than most movies of its era that I could wriggle in delight. To top it off, great, great movie on the let’s-just-ignore-the-politics scale.