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Behind the eight ball - running to catch up Sep. 24th, 2007 @ 11:00 am
I'm on these late, but I feel the need to at least link to those who are not so behind as me.

If you haven't heard about it yet, there was a huge travesty of justice in Jena, Louisiana. Beginning with a group of black students asking the principle if they could sit under the "white" tree, and culminating in a black student being charged with attempted murder for a fight, when previous white students who had instigated fights walked off with probation. One of those students, Mychal Bell, is still being held in jail after nine months - despite his trial being declared a mistrial - because he was denied bail.

Wikipedia has a run down of the events.

There is a virtual march on Jena in progress along with more information.

Black Amazon writes movingly about some of the ramifications of this incident, among many others non-whites deal with every day. If you haven't already been acquainted with this fantastic writer, I highly recommend you check out her blog. Her poetic style and raw emotion catch me short every time.

In the wake of the attention Jena is (finally) getting, an earlier travesty of justice was brought up by persons I prefer to leave unnamed who objected to the attention the Jena 6, comprised of black males, was getting when another situation, comprised of seven black females, was not getting any.

Brown Femi Power responds with an incredibly detailed and humbling list of posts about the New Jersey 7, who acted in self defense and were charged - and in many cases convicted - with assault for it.

Racism is alive and well. Sexism is alive and well. Both of them are destroying lives with every breath taken. It's not a southerner thing. It's not a black thing, or an Asian thing, or a Native American thing. It's an all of us thing. The only way we can truly live up to the (as of yet unrealized) standards of the USA is if everyone demands equal justice under the law for all people, regardless of culture, skin color, gender, romantic orientation, gender identity, physical capability, or immigration status.
Current Location: Muspellheim
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated

Friend's Conference on Religion and Psychology, Annville, 2007 Jun. 10th, 2007 @ 10:40 pm
I went to a lovely conference over Memorial Day. One of the nice side effects of taking my notes on a computer is that now they're available for easy sharing via the intarwebnests. I've put them all behind the cut. The speaker was Bill Plotkin, and I quite enjoyed it all, even the discomfort. Enjoy, if you wish.

He used poems interspersed throughout to illustrate his points. I'll be reproducing them in the comments to save space in the initial post.

FCRP 2007 Plenary NotesCollapse )
Current Location: Mimir's Well
Current Mood: numbnumb

...i fail Apr. 12th, 2007 @ 06:23 pm
So, anyone with a mac want copies of Sims2 Nightlife and Open for Business?


The Madonna/Whore Dichotomy Mar. 9th, 2007 @ 09:20 am
I posted this at Renegade Evolution's place, but thought I should give it a home here, too. And correct some spelling and grammar. *ninjaeditor*

Personally, I see THIS as the problem. There is a madonna/whore complex. Real women are affected by it. It permeates a lot and pops up often when you least expect it.

The question begged then is, how do we make it less powerful? Well, no, that's secondary - sometimes I think the first question SHOULD be (but often isn't) what feeds into this false dichotomy.

I personally think a lot of first wave feminism did. There was a perception that women were "more moral" and many sufferegettes (if I'm remembering my history right) banked on that as a reason why they should get the vote - they would serve as a moral backbone for the countries since the menz couldn't.

Ironically, THAT angle is very insulting toward men. Oddly enough, they were some of the biggest supporters of it. 8(

So we have virgin and whore.

Virgin is: moral (whatever that's been defined as this year), natural (ibid), nurturing, asexual, non-violent, and now (via first wave feminism) intelligent, successful, and ambitious. Viewed positively, she is the "angel of the household and the boardroom". Viewed negatively, she is Hilary Clinton. Her power hinges on being beautiful, remote, and untenable in reality. She is celebrated as the superwoman and fails by drinking, desiring sex, or somehow being out of step with what is "moral" or "natural".

The whore is: immoral or amoral (whatever that's being defined as this year), unnatural (ibid), aggressive, sexual, violent, loud, takes up space, demanding, powerful, and self-sufficient. Viewed positively, she is strong, sexual woman. Viewed negatively, she is the object upon which people play out their fantasies of dominance, consumption, and violence. Her power hinges on being an outsider, on shock, manipulation, and sexual allure. She is celebrated as the actress and fails by showing vulnerability or unattractiveness.

Any virgin can and does become a whore by disagreeing with the "people in charge", whomever they may be. And the gods help those who aren't attractive or who are overweight; there's no room in either archetype for either of THOSE traits.

I'd argue that many of the "positive feminine traits" celebrated by many woman's rights and feminists groups fall under "virgin". The woman who breastfeeds her child and doesn't shave and expects other women to do the same, for example, is fitting into the "natural woman" aspect of the virgin. The women who scan aggression as "masculine" and nurturing as "feminine" are coding the "whore" as both undesirable and not even female. And so on and so forth.

But I'm still left wondering, how do we break this false dichotomy? Honestly, there are things off of both lists that I WANT and that I try to embody, and that's my small way, but I find myself wishing there were bigger ways to act.

FWIW, I'd say the male examples are the effeminate and the macho man - for any MRAs out there who want to explore their own untenable archetypes that are used against them to control them. Sometime I want to get a listing of the characteristics of those archetypes and see if they scan to virgin and whore the way I think they will. ^^
Current Location: By the Well
Current Mood: calmcalm

Ode to the Razor, Choice Feb. 8th, 2007 @ 10:39 am
Ode to the Razor, Choice
by Deoridhe

Time twists and sheers the limb from tree
Both bark and blood descending free
In time with choice's cruel decree.
Curled in the night
When fears take flight
Beware the sight
Of apples floating on the sea.

Refracting back into the sky
The winds of choice are riding high
White hunters seek and dare and die.
Under the moon
They will come soon
Fast cries the loon -
Your pains are riding passions by.

You cannot bind them -
Free they dance.
You cannot hide them -
Come now chance.
You cannot mind them -
They seek the edge.
You can only bide them -
Cling to the ledge.

Two coursers bright with blood ride past,
Then two of pale and tattered cast,
Two more of shadowed scar the last
With screams of fear
Pale rider's spear
Collapse the steer
The rise of red - reveared contrast.

Thus hope and dream dies with the day
Bleeds into dark without delay
Soaks down in earth to mark the way
Three drops of blood
A traveller's bud
To guide the flood
Of those who from the light will stray.

You cannot bind them -
They seek the crown.
You cannot hide them -
They rise and drown.
You cannot mind them -
They come and go.
You can only bide them -
And then you'll know.
Current Location: Nifleheim
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» Famous Blue Raincoat
I am unreasonably obsessed with this song. Eventually, the themes will make it into a fic; the idea of a love triangle that isn't focused on just one person... intrieging. Plus it would be MMF, which is my favorite configuration evah.

Famous Blue Raincoat, by Leonard Cohen

It's four in the morning, the end of december
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New york is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see jane's awake --

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

-- sincerely, l. cohen
» Addendum
You know you've been playing WoW too much when you want to alt-z to get rid of the interface and printscreen upon seeing something particularly pretty offline.

» Race in Fantasy
So I was reading a favorite series again last night when once again, like a bolt of lightning to my brain, I was struck by how pale all of the characters were. There were many "races," but all of them were described as looking similar, with perhaps olive skin as the darkest skin could get.

This is an insidious sort of "whitewashing," I think. Not only are darker skin tones unimportant - they don't even exist! And this, in a fantasy world! Talk about fantasies; seriously, what does this say about the author? That isn't to say I will dislike the stories now for this single aspect, but for people who write fiction out there who have races and species, study their skin color for a bit and see what it says about you.

When I was in elementary school, I began creating a world. In junior high, I became aware of how shallow my comprehension of good and evil were, leading to a schism and war in the fictional landscape I had made. In college, contemplating my species along side three professors, I made a rather radicat decision about melanin - one inspired by a favorite book of mine where someone was "burned pale" - melanin was pale. Of course, since my first story was about Dwear'selenes, who were a slight, underground dwelling race, this meant that their skin tone took an abrupt change. Strelin is darker than Jarnaax - her lover (yes, they became lesbians, too; don't ask me, ask them - that was in high school) because she comes from a group that had settled deeper in the caves.

I wonder, sometimes, what it says about me that my decision to alter the color of my humanoid species' races came from a recognition of the effects of melanin from a biological standpoint. A peculiar sort of blindness, I think.

Don't ask me where the homosexuality came from, though. That was Strelin and Jarnaax's idea.
» PSA RE: Spirit Animal/Totem
I know this is an issue that has been keeping many of you up late at night, spoiling otherwise lovely hours of repose, so I felt the need to apraise you immediately of my awe inspiringly accurate realization.

My Spirit Animal is the rainbow! It is bright, and ephemerial, and frequently sillily found hanging out in the gutter. It likes bubbles and oceans and rainy days. It has a nasty habit of being there one moment and gone the next. It isn't terribly reliable, but it can be a lot of fun. It is wide and round and sometimes double or triple sized. In short, I can think of no other spirit animal that suits me better.

...what do you mean rainbows aren't animals? DX
» WoW we're funny!
In quick succession, humor landed in the Deo WoWniverse!

A couple of nights ago, when hanging lose on Mug'thol, someone in our guild mentioned Star Wars. I pipe up with "Help me, Obi Wan Kownobi. You're my only hope!"

Well, with a name like that, how could we resist?

Twenty minutes later, there was a disturbance in the pasture.

Last night, I sat down to play with some similar-leveled friends on Thunderhorn. It was an odd grouping - two priests and a druid. And the Mighty Female Healers Delta Squadron was born.

I love my friends.
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