Friday, August 29, 2008
So was it heads or tails? It's sure hard to get a close look at the back of your thigh, so I can't tell. Andy says it's tails.
If it's heads, what year is it?
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
What did Hillary Clinton's body language give away at the Democratic National Convention?It's entirely possible -- I think probable -- that Clinton isn't as gung-ho about Obama's candidacy as her speech says. I've long been an Obama supporter talking back to angry Clinton supporters I hear on the radio, but this "She's crying on the inside" story strikes me as intended to rub salt in Democratic Party wounds, especially Clinton supporters' wounds. Having gotten quite sick of the Clinton campaign months ago, I still think this is really uncool.
Dan Hill, a body language expert and author of "Face Time," told CNN that even while the words Clinton delivered offered an unequivocal endorsement of Barack Obama, her body language was much less affirmative.
I don't think I've ever read an article that tries to triangulate a male politician's real feelings about a subject over which he must have conflicting emotions.
I'm reminded of a time when at work someone had posted a list of things women/men say vs. what they mean. I took it down, thinking propaganda encouraging the idea that women and men are so drastically different that they can't - or won't - use the same language to communicate is not very productive at all. Humorless feminist me, getting sick of the kind of sexist humor that people like to think is harmless, even as it buttresses sexism. In a workplace that includes both men and women who need to negotiate the power differential that they bring from the outside world into their jobs, this is quite counterproductive - encouraging people to think they are so clever they know what their coworker of the opposite sex is really saying, without needing to explicitly communicate their understanding of what's been said. According to jokes like these, you don't need to actually say what you mean, as long as everyone's got the decoder ring.
Monday, August 25, 2008
I am pretty goddamn funny. If I'm going to say something to a stranger, it's almost always a joke that I break the ice with. Thinking of something funny to say about the situation I and a stranger are in always emboldens me to lean over and introduce myself to whoever it is that's sitting next to me. I would say that the thing over which Andy and I are most deeply bonded is humor. We're each the funniest person the other has met.
It makes me a little queasy that the article is titled "Michelle Obama's Savvy Sacrifice," since it implies that Michelle made a calculating and clever move, letting Barack's career take precedence over her own. But who knows, maybe she'd be the politician by now if she'd stayed on her career track.
Most women who go down this path aren't setting themselves up to be First Lady. They're setting themselves up for letting their degree waste away in a filing cabinet, and possibly financial insecurity after divorce or their husband's death.
I thought of this after seeing this video (Via) of a conversation between female comedians who all happened to be the youngest child in their own family. So I wonder if this kind of birth-order social selection is common.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Do we have a deal then? I really don't wanna, but I suppose I'll have to if it's my only option for family planning. Who wants to give me a ride to the nearest clinic (2 hours away) where I could access such a procedure?
Thursday, August 21, 2008
If Hallmark started producing a "So you're going to hell 'cause you're gay" line of cards, and lost money, wouldn't it still be accountable to its shareholders, assuming it's a public entity?
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Don't blind-drunk women who cry rape bear any responsibility for what happens to them?
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Reading Melissa McEwan's feminism 101 this weekend inspired a change of heart, and made me realize how easily I've swallowed the misogynist, sexist old saw about emotions being for girls and therefore boring and stupid.
It wasn't until my personal life got kind of interesting this winter that I ever wrote much about myself on my blog.
Being a rookie at the whole fat acceptance thing, I was a little nervous about posting anything reflecting my struggle with body image to the Cogitamus audience. Previous experience with writing about body image and fat has taught me that putting together a post that advocates for myself is a good exercise in aligning my emotional and intellectual positions on my value as a person and how it relates to the form my body takes.
But as Melissa says,
Making the personal public and political is serious business.
Because women's stories aren't told, it's incumbent upon female
feminists to tell their own stories, to fill that void, to be
unrepentant and loquacious raconteurs every chance we get, to talk
about our bodies, our struggles, our triumphs, our needs, our lives in
every aspect. It's our obligation to create a cacophony with our
personal narratives, until there is a constant din that translates into
equality, into balance.
Until then, I had probably done it every day of my life since fifth grade. It's a really boring game after a while, Clive.
Keeping that tally in the back of my mind was an unnecessary stressor taking up thinking capacity. I got all excited when I realized what a difference I could make in my life if I devoted all that energy and number-wrangling to making myself happy, instead of pursuing weight management or loss, which was never the result of all the calorie counting.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
I had a similar experience today on my way home from work, when I stopped at a light and heard Robert Siegel echoed in the car next to me.