Monthly Archive for May, 2007

Patriarchy, in its purest form

The US Supreme Court has decided that workers have 180 days after their salary is set to file a complaint about unfair pay. After that, it’s too late. Your employer gets to keep the money they failed to pay you.

Now let’s imagine a woman, call her Jill, discovers 12 months after being hired that Jack, a man who is doing the same job as her and was hired at the same time as she was, is earning 10% more than she is. I know, it’s hard to imagine such a crazy scenario, since on average, women usually actually earn 15-40% less than men, depending mostly on their race and education level. But bear with me.

Jill decides to file a complaint, asking to be paid the difference between what Jack was paid and what she was paid, given that they both did the same work.

What say you, Supreme Court?

Justices with penises: We can’t put unreasonable demands on employers. She should’ve done her homework and filed a complaint within 180 days.

Justice with a vagina: How is a person supposed to figure out that she is being underpaid when salary information is unpublished, learn about her rights, navigate workplace politics, and file a complaint within 180 days, while under the stress of learning a new jo…

Justices with penises: Shut up, we’re the majority.

This harkens back to the recent decision in which the penis-wielding judges decided that the safety of a woman should not factor in a doctor’s decision to provide a woman with a late-term abortion. Again, Justice Bader-Ginsberg was the unheeded voice of reason:

“the Court’s opinion tolerates, indeed applauds, federal intervention to ban nationwide a procedure found necessary and proper in certain cases by the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. For the first time since Roe, the Court blesses a prohibition with no exception protecting a woman’s health.”

We can thank George Bush for creating the most anti-woman court in modern history.

Correction: I originally wrote “Justices with vaginas” above, remembering a time when there were two women on the court. I forgot momentarily that there is only one such justice today. 12% of the court, 50% of the population. That’s because our president only appoints the most qualified folks for the job.

*vomit*

Observation

Gender Effects

I didn’t realize this was happening until at least halfway through the meeting, and it was too late to change anything. The women all seemed either withdrawn or uninterested in speaking up. Making eye contact, which sometimes works to shift the tide of the conversation didn’t do a thing. I’m not sure what happened.

Maybe they just weren’t that interested in the talk. But there’s no doubt in my mind that the climate and rhythm of the discussion and past discussions played at least some role.

A new way, a little different

Feeling better. It’s weird how things just kind of stop. You spend weeks obsessing about something, and then one day you are sitting on the lawn and you watch a bird poop, and it’s over. You’re over it.

Anyway, I think my period of pregnancy eating is over. At least temporarily. I ate an orange last night as a snack, and I wasn’t even that hungry for that. It was nice.

My anxiety is still high, but as of 11pm last night, I was un-anxious enough to properly interact with a human being. Progress is progress.

The beauty and the downfall of school is the availability of second chances. Black marks go onto your transcript, but they don’t drag down your future classes. Every semester you’ve got another shot at being that perfect student. Every semester you try.

Trying again and again is good practice. But in the the real world, don’t your mistakes catch up with you?

Morning bell, release me

Anxiety creeps up on me. I start reaching for comfortable things. I sit down amongst the web pages and browse. Someone is making homemade pizza. Someone is having friends over to sit around couches with their laptops and work on pet projects. Someone is going out dancing, flirting, kissing. Someone is giving people a feminist piece of their mind.

Browsing is comfortable. My mind starts reaching for someone I fell in love with, someone whose approval I crave. She is twisted into some kind of Athena, a fictional beast who bears the sword of feminine redemption. A little tentacle reaches out to her. She feels comfortable. She made me feel complete once, maybe that feeling is still there.

“No,” I have to tell myself. It’s an empty story, a nonexistant character. She won’t redeem you. She doesn’t even exist. I eat, to fill the void. Food eaten like that is poison, and I feel sick. I shake, and I curl up inside.

I make lists, I organize, I put one foot in front of the other, and these impulses to comfort myself keep creeping in. I stop to write a poem. The poem becomes a journal entry. I try to put into words what I feel. Worries of deadlines and responsibilities creep in. I keep writing, joylessly. You’re reading this.

What I need is to stand on my feet, breathe deep, step out into the world and do.

This is a test of the Emergency Broadcast System

*beep*

(sorry for clogging your RSS readers, but I’m testing some stuff.)

Quarter

felixpops: i’d love to sit out in montana or wyoming for a week or two
me: I might do a week in Montana this summer
felixpops: shit, really?! that’s funny. i was looking at the new quarters the other day and found that i had a montana one
and the buffalo skull just got me all fired up
i wanted to go
me: wuuuuuu?
felixpops: haha
lol
me: haha
oh, new quarters
yah, totally
felixpops:


what’s the thing below it? a stick?
me: no, man, it’s a mountain or a glacier or something
felixpops: hehe, stick
and the winner of the quarter contest goes to a skull and a stick
or maybe it’s a fart
a very rugged one
me: fart stick.
it’s a fart so bad it killed a cow and fossilized its head INSTANTLY
felixpops: HAHAHA
ka-poof

Awesome Things To Do In Life #4: Comment card like you mean it

4 bikes + 5 bodies =

This photo depicts several examples of awesome, but the one I want to highlight in the fourth installment of my series on Awesome Things To Do In Life is the bag on Katie’s shoulders. Check this out:

This is a reusable bag that the UCSD bookstore now offers for a few dollars. It’s available at all the registers, and store employees ask every customer if they want their books in one of these durable bags instead of doubled up disposable plastic bags. Over the next decade, this will have a measurable impact on the amount of waste generated by the bookstore.

OK, now check this out:

The reason the UCSD bookstore provides these bags is Katie.

She was disgusted by the mountains of book filled plastic bags she saw marching out of the bookstore quarter after quarter, bags which were almost uniformly destined for the trash. So she asked a clerk if she could talk to someone about it, and the clerk told her to fill out a comment card. She wrote a suggestion that they offer reusable bags, like Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods to. She didn’t expect a response.

But she got a response, and the store manager asked her to help find examples of programs where her idea had worked, and it took a lot of months, but as of last week, the bags are in the bookstore.

The bags are in the bookstore. Because Katie is the kind of person who says stuff like “let’s fix this.”

Awesome.

I saw this on Facebook

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… and oh man, I really miss Pallas Athena Arena (a.k.a Shaowen and Jeff’s driveway). The slobber-encrusted Nerf balls, the Apurva Line, the canine fair-weather defender.

Dinner Coop

Dinner Coop

Dinner coop at my place yesterday. I made Tabouleh and homemade hummus, and got fresh olive bread from Bread & Cie and a moderately fancy California-grown olive oil from Whole Foods. The bread at B&C is so good. I don’t know why I don’t go there every day. It’s a block away, I am an idiot.

And Marisa made hummus with my leftover ingredients when she arrived, so there were TWO hummuses. Her secret ingredient is turmeric, mine is fresh ground toasted cumin seeds. TWO hummuses. So decadent.

I think things really came together. I got lots of nice compliments, and everyone seemed full but not stuffed. As long as you don’t go overboard on oil, and you serve with romaine lettuce for wrapping in, tabouleh and hummus can be a really wonderfully light yet filling meal. And it’s cold, so it’s the perfect choice for summer.

I got really mushy after the meal and started talking about how inspired I was by Nina Simone’s song Isn’t It A Pity, and how there’s so much love around us that we don’t even see. Everyone was being really sweet to me. It was a nice change from the anxiety that’s been the backdrop for the last week or so.

Erasure

WARNING: This post is about sexual assault.

Hoyden About Town is one of my favorite feminist blogs because TigTog and Lauredhel really get into the nuts and bolts of how sexist oppression works, how it spreads, and how we can fight it. Two recent posts are absolutely essential reading. They point out two frighteningly insidious ways careless language can contribute to a culture of rape tolerance.

Two weeks ago, Lauredhel pointed out that when we say things like “a woman was raped” instead of “a man raped a woman”, we change the event from something perpetrated by a man into something supervised by a woman. This totally changes how people reason about what happened. A UCLA study found that when they left attackers out of such sentences, readers “attributed less blame to the perpetrator – and less harm to the victim.”

And we wonder why women blame themselves when a man assaults them? We wonder why sentences like “she shouldn’t have gone home with him” come out of peoples’ mouths?

Today, another eye opening post links to an article on MSNBC describing a man who raped a 9 year old girl twice a week for two years. Not once in the article does the author ever describe it as rape. The language is practically permissive, referring to the events in question as “hav[ing] sex,” “sexual relations,” and “what he did.” To say that they had sex implies that she gave consent. A 9 year old girl is incapable of giving meaningful consent to a 26 year old man.

This is empowering knowledge–knowledge we can all use to change our culture. We can monitor those around us for this kind of irresponsible langage, and we can respond. We can email bloggers to tell them to clean up their language, we can write letters to editors demanding more journalistic responsibility, and we can stand up in conversation and say “you mean he raped her.”

This is the kind of knowledge we, as activists, need to spread far and wide. This knowledge is power.

Here’s the letter I wrote to The Carolina Channel, the station that wrote the article in question:

I find it appalling that the story “Man Pleads Guilty To Impregnating 10-Year-Old” fails to describe as rape what is clearly rape. The article dances around the subject using terminology like “have sex” and “sexual relations” and “what he did”. Not once does the article acknowledge that a 26 year old man raped a 9 year old girl.

This may seem like a silly squabble about words, but the language you’ve chosen obfuscates the true nature of the crime. By referring to his actions as “sex” rather than “rape” you quietly suggest that she gave consent, when at 9 she was legally incapable of any such thing.

Using more precise language is the absolute least we can do to change our culture, a culture which is far too tolerant of violence against women.

Erik Pukinskis
San Diego, CA