Equal Pay for Fighting Crime

This video was posted on the Feministe blog and was brought to my attention by my wonderful sister, Jess. A good cause combined with awesome superheroes to convey a powerful message. I'm digging it.

Merry Christmas

One of the best Christmas stories ever. Definitely worth reading.

Happy Holidays. What I hope for everyone is that they will see and realize what is important to them.

Love,
Laura

Rush Hour

If I have to sit in traffic one more day home from work, I will set my car on fire.

Simple Things

On my way to work Monday, I saw a half rainbow. It was so gorgeous.

I absolutely love the rainy season. Everything is moving, alive, fresh, and crisp. I love being outside in the cold rainy weather and love driving to work with cloudy, dark skies and my windshield wipers on. I especially love when the beauty of this weather becomes visible to everyone in a perfect rainbow and other people are then grateful for the rain.

On Sunday I went on a hike through the woods in pouring rain. My hair was wet, water soaked my sleeves and creeped up to my elbows, and my shoes got muddy and socks completely drenched, but I was blissfully happy. I was out in nature in real weather and playing. It recharged me and reminded me what I love best in this world; simple truths that make the world what it is.

Brevity, one of my favorite comics

Kind of Cool

Among all of the crazy news every day, finding a 39-year-old message in a bottle is pretty awesome.

Ok Dude, you sort of deserved that

Wounded Deer Attacks Hunter

How crazy!!! An animal defended itself when it was about to be killed!!! Let's shoot it because it's dangerous. Oh, wait, already checked off the to-do list.

Dull

I feel like working is making me dull. And I do not mean dull in the sense of stupidity or being uninteresting, but in the sense that I am not as bright as I used to be. Maybe a better word is tarnished, as though I have lost my shine and spark. Maybe this feeling is a part of that experience of working daily for a while after graduation, maybe it's due to that "grind" that I keep hearing about. Or maybe it's really happening and I've lost a little of what makes me feel alive and bright and me. Maybe this is a part of growing up and living tarnishes you.

Realism tells me that this is a job I should do, that I am safer, more secure and thus happier if I do this job every day for several years, maybe even the rest of my life. I am lucky to have a job in this economy, even more lucky to have one that pays well and gives me benefits. Is it impossible to have a job that you love? Is it impossible for me to love this one? I think so and I'm worried about becoming more dull as time wears on and I do this day after day. It could be melodrama, but if it isn't, that's all the more terrifying.

The History Boys: so many things that made me feel like shit

I'm sure there is some merit to this movie, but I had a very hard time noticing it underneath all of the awkward light-heartedness that made the entire story feel strange, forced, and pointless.

(Spoiler alert, by the way)

The main thrust of the story, they tell you on the netflix slip description, is to convey the differences between the purpose of education and knowledge for truth and the purpose of education and knowledge for advancement. This point is talked about some, but for me greatly overshadowed by the incidents of molestation the beloved teacher subjects his pupils to. When first introduced, one is unsure if it is a joke because the boys talk about it as if it is. Their instructor asks at the end of class if anyone would like a ride home on his motorcycle and the boys hastily busy themselves with packing their schoolbags. After one student leaves, saying something to the effect that he is taking one for the team, the other boys explain that the teacher is a homosexual and pathetic and touches their crotches when they ride the bike home with him. Ha. Ha.

When this fact is brought to the attention of the headmaster by a crossing guard who sees it happen to one of the boys, the main emphasis is on how sad it is that this teacher has been asked to retire early and not on the fact that he has repeatedly touched his students in inappropriate ways. The incident (and those preceding it) are explained away as unimportant in a couple of ways: 1) the boys are of age, so it's not really that bad, 2) the boys don't seem to mind that much, so it's okay, and 3) the teacher himself says that his fondling of their packages is more of a "benediction than molestation" that he is merely admiring their junk and not really doing much of anything.

1) The position of power that this man has over his students makes it wholly inappropriate. That is part of the reason that sexual harrassment exists. People in the workplace may be "of age" but if a boss touches an employee without consent, the power dynamic and possible coercion make that act illegal. 2) This is part of where the movie really loses me...at first, the boys seem very distressed and uncomfortable, desperate to find an excuse to not ride with the teacher because of the inevitable crotch pat they will receive. Then, when they find out he's leaving, two of the boys seem to rejoice in the fact that they will not have to go through that experience again, joking about it with one another. One of those same two boys then goes to the headmaster and bribes him with his own act of sexual harrassment of a female student in order to help his teacher keep his job so that he can continue to touch future students. He uses his apparent girlfriend's experiences of being fondled by the headmaster against him and rather than getting her out of that situation or punishing him for his behavior, he promises not to tell if they re-hire the other molester. Sweet. 3) Unwanted touching is unwanted touching, no matter whether it's to admire a part of someone's body or to get off. If someone pulled that sort of crap excuse on me ("I was just admiring how awesome your boobs are") I would punch them in the nuts and tell them I was only admiring how intensly they are able to feel pain.

This movie is overall sad, and not really in the story, though sad things happen. The sad thing is that it tries very hard to deal with important things in a real way and just flounders in the shallows of a few subjects rather than getting deeply into any of them. There is an obvious theme of homosexuality and what it means to different people as there is one student who is gay and in love with another boy, a new teacher who is also in love with the same boy, the main teacher, Hector, who has secretly been gay but is married, and the boy who everybody loves is attracted to the new, hot teacher. There is almost a hookup between the new teacher and this boy after they have graduated, but it doesn't end up happening even though the audience ends up wanting it to as it seems more appropriate than the relations that have been happening as the power dynamic is no longer an issue after graduation, it's consensual, and both guys are smoking hot. But they don't really deal with homosexuality, just touch on it lightly and move on without taking anything too seriously.

This film is continuously missing the mark. They have what seems like should be a very strong female character (one of two in the whole film not counting the crossing guard) who at one point launches into a rant about how the whole of human history is men fucking up while women "follow behind with a bucket" cleaning up after them. First of all, she's missed the point. History is about everyone and no matter who is in charge, men or women, they are going to fuck up. She ends up sounding like she's whining about how bad all men are, which is exactly the rhetoric that drives men away from feminist ideals, while she should be talking about the actual presence of women that is not talked about. On top of this fallacy about something that is very important and is supposed to carry passion, the boys and men in the room are sniggering the entire time while another teacher goes on about women and history. We see shots of the men rolling their eyes at each other and not giving the woman who has taught them so much the respect of honestly listening.

The main point seems to be that history is an accident and this message only comes through in the one good scene (not even a great scene, just good) of the film at Hector's funeral when the movie becomes surreal and time stops and the woman teacher turns and wonders if any of the boys will come to her funeral and talks to each of the boys about what they end up being in their lives. Here is where we get a glimpse of what this story was trying to acheive the entire time and failed miserably at doing. This film is obviously trying very hard to have substance, but ends up as watered down soup.

This reviewer thinks that the translation into movie from theater is the issue with the film and I would be curious to see if I liked the play better, but I'm not sure I could watch it with an open mind after seeing this.

Pink Answers the Question: "If you had a clone, would you do yourself?"

Bye Bye!

Swim

This morning while swimming, there was an older gentlemen swimming in the other lane in my direction and both of us were doing breast stroke and wearing goggles. I so wish that we had high-fived.

Racism

While it is true and important that we have made the historic decision as a nation to elect a minority of our country for President, there has been a backlash of racist activity directed at our President-elect. To some people, this is shocking, to others, it's normal, and other people don't care. The fact is, if someone believes that racism is dead in our country they really haven't been paying attention.

Reading the comments section of the article posted above (which was actually pretty intelligent for internet commentary), I found several mentions to the completely erroneous "reverse racism" targeted at white people who criticize Obama or would vote for McCain. I'm getting into controversial territory here, but I would say that there is racism against many different groups of people from other groups of people, but that what is most detrimental is racism with power behind it. An individual that hurts another individual based on their race is wrong, but an entire group of people being classified as less human and denied equal opportunities and rights for centuries is an atrocity. These things are not able to occur unless there is massive power behind the racist ideals and the effects of this oppression are long-lasting. White men control most of our nation's wealth and are a majority of the representation in our government and while it is much more likely for a black man to go to prison than college and affirmative action is unacceptable "reverse racism", ivy league institutions use legacy admissions to continue their tradition of upper class white students.

The point is that there cannot be "reverse racism" if there is no power coming in the reverse direction. Everyone holds some sort of power over others, but the massive weight of white privilege in our country changes the dynamic. The other interesting relationship between the comments about "reverse racism" and the list of racist incidents relating to the election is that they are all absent of concrete consequences. I know that the emotional distress of seeing a burning cross on your lawn and the history that evokes can be incredibly powerful and overwhelming, but it is very different than the systemic racism that exists and persists in our country. In my view, these are the things that should be viewed as atrocious and vile, that we do not give a portion of our population the same opportunities due to where they live, how impoverished they already are, and the color of their skin and what it means to our country historically.

There has been a new attitude of "Now there is no excuse for young black men; it has become apparent that they can now become president." There are plenty of reasons that young black men and women still do not have the opportunity or belief that they could one day become president. When you spend every day living in the midst of extreme poverty and violence, it appears that there is no way out, and in many ways this is true. The more symbolic, threatening, and personal incidents from this article are more representational of a mood that still exists, a personal belief that one person is inherently better than another, a persistent hatred. But the systemic problems are the ones that make my skin crawl, because we are legally allowing oppression and not viewing it as so. We go on ignoring the real problems facing our nation and black communities and we will forget that we are trying to reach true equality.

Age

jasonbenedict.com

I do not visit my grandmother often, so when I do visit her, it is an Experience.

My grandmother, Grandma Hunin, lives in a retirement home called Cathedral Village. She suffers from Alzheimer's and the last time I visited her she would begin crying at seemingly random times. I remember being incredibly impressed with how well my mother coped with seeing her own mother so unable to communicate, so frustrated with her own memory loss, so emotional and helpless. I cried during that visit, remembering the strong woman that my grandmother is but not seeing that strength when I looked at her. She was only using one word responses at that time, a lot of "Yeah".

I was nervous about this trip, two years after I had last seen Hunin. She has progressed to the point that she does not speak really, and her communication is limited. But through my experience during this visit, I would say that there is a strange arch of development in this disease. The last time I was here, I was never really sure whether or not Hunin recognized me. This time, even though she is more progressed in her disease, I felt that maybe she did recognize me. Maybe her recognition is now on a different level; maybe after not remembering for so long she has come to a point where any glimmer of recognition or sense of memory has become strong enough to trust. If I could see the way she works through it, maybe it would be something like: "I recognize that there is a blonde woman smiling at me. I remember that smiling like that means that we are close. I will smile back." And she shows me as well in the way that she grips and squeezes my hand as I sit near her on the bed, as she kisses my cheek while I kiss hers, that there is some connection there. Maybe there is memory in the blood, and on the path to mental oblivion there is a point in our threshold where we let go of our mental ability to know and rely on our physical sense of recognition.

Either way, I felt the strength of my grandmother again as she met her great-grandson Mason for the first time, as she stared at me for a length that proved lack of self-consciousness. As my family processed the visit together, we mentioned the similarities between infants and Alzheimer's patients. Both in new territory, unable to fully competently communicate, and distressed at these facts. The end seems like it's a little like the beginning.

Victory AND Defeat

Today has been a roller coaster of emotions so far. I was absolutely joyous with the news that Barack Obama will be our 44th President, I even cried I was so happy. I ended the night with uncertainty about the results for Propositions 8 and 4, and found out this morning that Prop 4 thankfully did not pass and Prop 8 unfortunately did. I've been bouncing back and forth all morning between elation about our new, hopeful, competent, and impressive President-Elect and depression over the success of denying rights to a portion of our population through the passing of Prop 8.

How utterly disgusting that we would even be willing to allow a popular vote to choose what rights people are allowed to have. Why haven't we learned yet that just because someone is different, in a minority group, or against the "norm" does not mean that they deserve less than everyone else? How do we not connect the civil rights movement of the black community with the current struggles the LGBTI community faces?

I'm having a difficult time articulating what I think should be said about this issue...I'm realizing as the day goes on how much this means to me and how passionately I feel that everyone should have equal access to name their love, so passionately that I have snapped at people I care about and teared up thinking about what this means. This is painful, it hurts and I don't know how to say what it means as well as this article from the Good Times of Santa Cruz:

"Yes, there is tremendous power in the word “marriage,” and that’s why it should be made available to every person who’s capable of such love that they choose to use it. We have imbued the word with the ultimate and complete amounts of commitment, faithfulness, and sanctity. Sadly, it is a word with such power that many people—of all persuasions and sexualities—sometimes find they are incapable of living up to it. It is a word with such nobility that it perhaps asks more of people than they are truly capable. But that is why we choose to use it. The word ‘marriage’ represents a goal to be the best, most caring, most loving, most amazing person one can be for the sake of another person. There is no other word for that hope. The word must be available to all people."

They have said it better than I could and have perfectly articulated why marriage should be available to all who love, no matter how separate church and state must be. We should all have the right to language and its meaning for us.

With both of these results, we have a lot of work moving forward, but this country is worth it to me.