tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124780842024-03-07T00:27:49.041-05:00rude truth<i>go upright and vital and speak the rude truth in all ways</i>JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.comBlogger691125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-29763109589122828652015-06-15T08:11:00.002-05:002015-06-15T08:11:47.256-05:00decentering the selfDuring the doula workshop a couple weeks ago, one of the most valuable lessons I heard, over and over, was this: it is not about you.<br />
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That sounds obvious, right? You're there for support. It's the birthing mother who is the center of attention, and everyone knows it. Or should.<br />
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But learning to decenter the self, in order to place someone else at the center, is always harder than it sounds. It is obvious. And never easy.<br />
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For me, this means two distinct tasks. First, it means working very hard to deliberately drop the "prove myself" attitude that has been my lifelong default. I don't know when it started, because I don't remember ever not trying to prove myself to everyone around me. At school. At church. At home. On the field. <i>I'm good. I'm smart. I'm capable. I'm fast. I'm strong. I try harder than everyone else. I know more than everyone else. Watch me and see. Tell me I'm awesome. </i><br />
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But being a doula isn't about proving yourself, to anyone. Not to the mother and partner that hired you; not to the nurses or midwives or doctors around you; not to yourself, even. It's about being there. It's about paying attention to what's happening with someone else, so closely that you anticipate needs and meet them as they arise, without needing any acknowledgment because <i>it's not about you</i>, what you know, what you can do, or even the lovely selfless noble reasons you're there doing it.<br />
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Second, it means identifying, owning, sorting through and leaving at the door all my own emotional baggage around sex and relationships and bodies and pregnancy and birth--baggage both good and bad. You can't leave it behind if you don't know what it is.<br />
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You can't decenter the self if you don't know who you are.<br />
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Okay, fine, yes, I just went and feminist-cyborg-philosophized on the simple profound "it's not about you" message. But that's how I roll. :)<br />
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<br />JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-74144357175824943062015-06-01T09:35:00.003-05:002015-06-01T09:35:46.020-05:00behold, I am doing a new thingHi, everyone.<br />
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Yes, behold: it's a new thing! A blog post for the first time in, what? A year? It feels like it, anyway.<br />
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I know that the world does not depend on the regularity of my blog postings, and that no one is waking up asking themselves, "I wonder if there's anything new on that blog I used to read," or anything like that. It doesn't matter, because frankly, while I enjoy the notion that there might be a small audience out there, this blog has always unapologetically been for <i>me,</i> primarily. It's been my outlet for frustrations and passions, my training ground for speaking my mind without fear, my dumping ground for the tangents and preoccupations that otherwise would clog my mental processes, my crowdsourcing for questions I didn't know how to begin to answer. And it's been wonderful.<br />
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But for the last year, this blog has gone silent. It wasn't intentional. It was simply the result of having a brain too overwhelmed, too preoccupied with the business of just making it through each day, to even be able to use the little dumping ground I'd constructed here on my little nook of the internetz. And not just that there wasn't time to write--more that I didn't have the time to even generate the kind of thoughts that normally would have found their outlet here.<br />
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And yes, that's not a good thing. I thrive on intellectual tangents and ruminations, and I've missed them. This space for personal expression has gone untended, because I've had very little of myself to express for some time. And that's an indication of stress and unsustainable hunker-down survival mode kind of living.<br />
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So, behold, I am doing a new thing.<br />
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For the first time in a very long time, today I thought: "I'd like to blog this, this new thing." And that in itself feels so healthy, so new, so energizing. :)<br />
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This past weekend I attended a birth doula training workshop--three days of intense learning, coaching, and practicing the information and skills needed to emotionally and physically support a woman through laboring and birthing. It is not a medical profession, but a pastoral one. It is a vocation of presence, touch, listening, accompanying and empowerment.<br />
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It was after Clare's birth, where my doula's presence was so crucial at so many points, that I first thought, 'I want to know more about this. I might want to do this.' I waited until defending my dissertation to look up DONA International and start learning the requirements for certification. I even started the process for certifying as a post-partum doula, but that process got sidelined a bit by my second pregnancy (and publishing the book, moving, my first full-time teaching post...all those things that happened basically all at once, four years ago).<br />
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So now I am returning to this interest, but this time with the intent of certifying as both a birth and postpartum doula--and with the long-term intention of making this more than simply a set of skills I can occasionally offer on a volunteer basis. Ideally, I eventually want to bring the expertise I've worked so hard for in the academic world to bear on this fascinating, complex, sacred reality of pregnancy, laboring and birth. It's not, perhaps, the most obvious way to use my PhD in Theology & Science--but it may be that it proves the most effective, most relevant, and most satisfying way to use everything I have to offer, in the hope of making this world a better place for all of us who live in it..including those who enter it, bloody and beautiful and squalling, with no idea what's ahead of them.<br />
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<br />JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-81184122060465965392015-01-23T11:27:00.000-05:002015-01-23T11:27:01.642-05:00"he's just not capable" It's a lie.<br />
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One of the lies I learned, as a kid growing up in the church, is that the people we know, the good people, are just that: simply good. And good people do good things. Good people don't do bad things. They certainly don't do horrible things. They're not capable of such.<br />
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Except that it's a lie.<br />
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We who are raised on the narrative of Adam and Eve, who walked and talked with the Lord in the cool of evening within the sanctuary of the Garden, doing the very first archetypal horrible thing--how is it that we miss that our faith itself belies this comfortable falsehood?<br />
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Perhaps it is simply that it is too brutal a truth to face down every day and still get out of bed and enter the world bravely. Perhaps it is simply that we need this lie in order to function. Perhaps it is simply our habit of dividing the world and the people in it, over and over again, along whatever lines are relevant, into the simple categories of good and bad.<br />
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We ought to know better. Over and over again, we hear the stories of the terrible things done by good people in the scriptures. David and Uriah, anyone? The man after God's own heart who committed murder by delegation in order to justify the rape of the murdered man's wife? Who was nonetheless so committed to notions of justice and righteousness that he could get worked up over Nathan the Prophet's made-up story of a stolen pet lamb? And who was really, really sorry after? Yeah, David was a good guy.<br />
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And yet he was capable: of lies, of rape, of murder. He was absolutely capable.<br />
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What we have got to be able to wrap our minds around is that "he's a great guy" can be absolutely true, and at the same time "he's just not capable" is a lie. Yes, he is. We all are. Because that is being human.<br />
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It's the only way to make sense of the fact that there is far less "stranger danger" than risk that your kids will suffer sexual abuse from a family friend or family member. People that you know, and trust, and love, and respect. And the brutal, terrifying truth is that you love and trust and respect those people not because you're an idiot or a neglectful parent, but because you know them and you have solid, actual reasons to love and trust and respect them! They're good people. You know this, because you know them. And you have to trust your personal knowledge of people, because this is simply the basic way we negotiate life--there's no way around it.<br />
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And yes, this is terrifying. But we have got to acknowledge the complicated, uncomfortable truth that abusers are simply human beings. They are not monsters. They aren't even bad guys. They're good guys. Good guys that we go to church with, are related to, have known all our lives, are married to--good guys who, like David, are absolutely capable.<br />
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And just because "he's not capable" doesn't apply (to anyone!) doesn't negate that yeah, he's a great guy.<br />
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I get that it's natural--in fact, necessary!--to rely on your own personal knowledge of others in making judgments. I get that it's difficult to move beyond "he's not capable" when what you're really saying is, "I can't imagine my friend/boyfriend/brother/cousin/uncle/husband doing such a horrible thing." <a href="http://www.alternet.org/gender/i-understand-why-people-believe-sexual-predators-rather-victims-i-did" target="_blank">There are reasons why people tend to believe abusers rather than victims, and this is one of them.</a><br />
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The only way to intervene in this is to remind ourselves--not that we can be mistaken--but the harder truth to swallow, which is that we aren't mistaken in our experience of an abuser as a good guy...and that this doesn't mean he isn't an abuser. And that we simply cannot dismiss another person's experience of that good guy with the words, "he's just not capable."<br />
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<br />JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-25828125973647219822014-10-02T09:34:00.003-05:002014-10-02T09:34:50.869-05:00acceptI don't have many words of my own lately to share. And, lately, I've been finding that I often use words as shields against the silence that might reveal all the things I've been avoiding. So it seems that this season of life is a season of listening. Which makes for a very silent blog.<br />
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So here are some words of another that I have returned to lately, to listen and meditate on.<br />
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From Paul Tillich (<a href="http://www.religion-online.org/showchapter.asp?title=378&C=84" target="_blank">full text here</a>):<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times New Roman;">Do we know what it means to be struck by grace? It does <i>not </i>mean that we suddenly believe that God exists, or that Jesus is the Saviour, or that the Bible contains the truth. To believe that something <i>is, </i>is almost contrary to the meaning of grace. Furthermore, grace does not mean simply that we are making progress in our moral self-control, in our fight against special faults, and in our relationships to men and to society. Moral progress may be a fruit of grace; but it is not grace itself, and it can even prevent us from receiving grace. For there is too often a graceless acceptance of Christian doctrines and a graceless battle against the structures of evil in our personalities. Such a graceless relation to God may lead us by necessity either to arrogance or to despair. It would be better to refuse God and the Christ and the Bible than to accept them without grace. For if we accept without grace, we do so in the state of separation, and can only succeed in deepening the separation. We cannot transform our lives, unless we allow them to be transformed by that stroke of grace. It happens; or it does not happen. And certainly it does <i>not </i>happen if we try to force it upon ourselves, just as it shall not happen so long as we think, in our self-complacency, that we have no need of it. Grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness. It strikes us when we walk through the dark valley of a meaningless and empty life. It strikes us when we feel that our separation is deeper than usual, because we have violated another life, a life which we loved, or from which we were estranged. It strikes us when our disgust for our own being, our indifference, our weakness, our hostility, and our lack of direction and composure have become intolerable to us. It strikes us when, year after year, the longed-for perfection of life does not appear, when the old compulsions reign within us as they have for decades, when despair destroys all joy and courage. Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying:</span> "<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times New Roman;">You are accepted. <i>You are accepted, </i>accepted by that which is greater than you, and the name of which you do not know. Do not ask for the name now; perhaps you will find it later. Do not try to do anything now; perhaps later you will do much. Do not seek for anything; do not perform anything; do not intend anything. <i>Simply accept the fact that you are accepted!" </i>If that happens to us, we experience grace After such an experience we may not be better than before, and we may not believe more than before. But everything is transformed. In that moment, grace conquers sin, and reconciliation bridges the gulf of estrangement. And nothing is demanded of this experience, no religious or moral or intellectual presupposition, nothing but <i>acceptance.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times New Roman;">In the light of this grace we perceive the power of grace in our relation to others and to ourselves. We experience the grace of being able to look frankly into the eyes of another, the miraculous grace of reunion of life with life. We experience the grace of understanding each other's words. We understand not merely the literal meaning of the words, but also that which lies behind them, even when they are harsh or angry. For even then there is a longing to break through the walls of separation. We experience the grace of being able to accept the life of another, even if it be hostile and harmful to us, for, through grace, we know that it belongs to the same Ground to which we belong, and by which we have been accepted. We experience the grace which is able to overcome the tragic separation of the sexes, of the generations, of the nations, of the races, and even the utter strangeness between man and nature. Sometimes grace appears in all these separations to reunite us with those to whom we belong. For life belongs to life.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times New Roman;">And in the light of this grace we perceive the power of grace in our relation to ourselves. We experience moments in which we accept ourselves, because we feel that we have been accepted by that which is greater than we. If only more such moments were given to us! For it is such moments that make us love our life, that make us accept ourselves, not in our goodness and self- complacency, but in our certainty of the eternal meaning of our life. We cannot force ourselves to accept ourselves. We cannot compel anyone to accept himself. But sometimes it happens that we receive the power to say</span> "<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times New Roman;">yes" to ourselves, that peace enters into us and makes us whole, that self-hate and self-contempt disappear, and that our self is reunited with itself. Then we can say that grace has come upon us.</span></blockquote>
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I was walking down the sidewalk,with a (male) friend just ahead of me when I felt it--a hand on my breast and a quick squeeze. I stopped walking. No one else did. So I shook my head in disbelief, and hurried to catch up. What else was there to do?<br />
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I was on bus with a large group of friends, coming back from a soccer match in Florence. A man across the aisle was staring. As he lined up to exit at his stop he reached out and caressed my cheek: "che bella," he said, and got off the bus.<br />
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I was on the C train on the way home; it was late; I'd been volunteering for the NYC Hope Count that night. It was me, a sleeping homeless person, and a group of black guys being rowdy on the other end of the car. As the train neared the stop one came over and said, "You are truly beautiful." He didn't touch me. I don't know whether it was sweet, or creepy. <br />
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I was on a train, headed back to the villa. I was alone, and it was late--I was just going to make it back before curfew. An older man and two boys passed by in the corridor, looking in, and then came back and sat down in my compartment. They were chatty--wanted to know if I spoke Italian and where I was from. Pretty soon the conversation turned a bit coarse--they were laughing and using words I didn't know, but the hand gestures were pretty unmistakeable. I stood up to get a book from my pack so I could plausibly ignore them; when I sat down one of the younger ones had his hand in my seat and grabbed my ass. There was a lot of laughter at my reaction, and then some faux chivalry as the younger guys switched seats at the older man's insistence so I could be "safe." It was a long ride to Santa Maria Novella, and I had my pack on at the first sign of drawing into the station, ready to run. But the old man blocked the door. He grabbed me and pulled me in for an embrace and nuzzled my neck. And then, finally, let me go.<br />
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I was terrified and grateful that nothing else had happened. Much more could have.<br />
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I got back to to villa an hour after curfew. No one had missed me, and I didn't say a word about my train ride.<br />
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I dated a good Christian boy who allowed himself far more liberties with me than he'd ever done with anyone else before; this was my fault, because "my mind was impure" due to experiences from relationships in my past.<br />
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I sat in a room at Princeton Theological Seminary, listening to a panel discussion on sexism, harassment and abuse. The question was posed to the room at large: "how many women in this room have experienced some form of sexual harrassment?" Every woman in the room raised her hand.<br />
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I had just defended my dissertation, and bursting with pride, had ordered a new set of fabulous, unique business cards from an artist friend in Brooklyn for AAR. Handing one to an acquaintance in the hopes of networking for a job, I received this comment: "You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen." Nonplussed, I responded, "Um...yeah, they're really great cards, aren't they."<br />
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I was defending a critical, theological argument on a theology blog. I was accused of misunderstanding the point, of not having a modicum of common sense, of being "vaginal retentive," of being a buzzkill. Despite holding a PhD in Theology from a respected institution, I was treated like a child having a temper tantrum because she couldn't possibly understand what the grown-ups were talking about. </blockquote>
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<a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2014/05/_yesallwomen_in_the_wake_of_elliot_rodger_why_it_s_so_hard_for_men_to_recognize.html" target="_blank">#YesAllWomen: Why it's so hard for men to see misogyny</a><br />
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Please understand. I'm not seeking sympathy, apologies, or pity. These things happened, and life went on. But this is what it means: this is life, for #YesAllWomen. This is "normal." This is typical. This is part of what it means to be a female body in the street, on the bus, on the train, in the classroom, at a conference, on the internet.<br />
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And part of what it means to be a female body in the church? <i>Is it really all that different? </i>JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-3677170759519326712014-05-11T17:21:00.001-05:002014-05-11T17:21:23.226-05:00mothers<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIuM_EK7hF554cFhFyBotcfVuEawhr3UXqlGWi7ThAWH0otwLkTcWp5D0rservjGpElCc3qtu6jCUFtyeFqroSyPTNk_RiNwN4FRVPoq-gmbCVo7SGwd6t4W-uZOIFeH_a3tjwg/s640/blogger-image-1971416239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIuM_EK7hF554cFhFyBotcfVuEawhr3UXqlGWi7ThAWH0otwLkTcWp5D0rservjGpElCc3qtu6jCUFtyeFqroSyPTNk_RiNwN4FRVPoq-gmbCVo7SGwd6t4W-uZOIFeH_a3tjwg/s640/blogger-image-1971416239.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mothers give us life and our first scar. My children stretched it out and made it more beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Happy Mother's Day, everyone. May it be beautiful.</div>JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-60689755768379819542014-05-04T07:56:00.002-05:002014-05-04T07:56:11.815-05:00some cyborg love!Wonderful post at <a href="http://blackflagtheology.com/" target="_blank">blackflag theology</a> on cyborgs & theological anthropology/Christology:<br />
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<a href="http://blackflagtheology.com/2014/05/03/jesus-was-a-cyborg/#comment-905" target="_blank">Jesus was a cyborg</a>JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-34269049845685204262014-04-26T11:20:00.001-05:002014-04-26T11:20:42.327-05:00the next round<br />
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Gearing up for the next round, y'all. But more and more, the question for me, and all the other folks in similar situations, is: how long do you hold out hope of landing that thing known as a "real job," that thing with salary and benefits? That pays enough that you can actually afford to do it, and afford the corollary expenses that come along with doing it, like childcare and takeout and help with the house? With an office you don't have to share with three others who probably wouldn't appreciate staring at those pics of your kids you set up on the desk, so they get put away at the end of your scant office hours? With colleagues? With time to research and write and publish?<br />
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I'll be honest. I've thought about alternatives. There are a couple problems with that. One is, my only other marketable skill sets are waitressing and having babies. The other is, I really, really love both my subject, the art of teaching, and the act of writing. I love the classroom--undergrad, grad, philosophy, theology--all of it. And I'd like to write another book.<br />
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And let's be honest, too, that putting 7 years into a degree, and then walking away from all that it means to you, is just a difficult thing to do, in terms of your sense of self.<br />
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So. Here I am, y'all. Exhibit JTB of the adjunct problem in academia.JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-23522998971725867252014-04-09T12:40:00.002-05:002014-04-09T12:40:36.350-05:00Waiting: an out-of-season Advent homily (reflections on World Convention)And I stood, waiting while the circle completed itself and everyone, in turn and by name, received the Bread of Life and the Cup of Salvation. And in the waiting was a blessing equal to the blessing received in the gift.<br />
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In that attentive stillness, it struck me that I was quite simply at peace. I was not in a hurry. I was not thinking about what came next. I was not thinking of what I should do or not do, or what I should be doing while I waited or if people were looking at me while I waited or what they were thinking while they waited. I was quiet inside, an unusual thing for me, and that quiet seemed to have reached in from the outside, where we waited on each other.<br />
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In this quiet chapel was a group of people from all over the world, who had spent two days talking, thinking, praying, dreaming and planning together. They had been strangers to me, but in this moment of sharing and waiting in the ritual which brings Christians of all traditions together, I realized that I belonged here in this room.<br />
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Born and raised Church of Christ from Cradle Roll to college, there have been many times that I have felt alien in my church. Sometimes it has felt like a wound, but I have learned how to live with it. Don't put pressure on the spot; move carefully; be wise, be cautious, be diplomatic, be circumspect; make sure you take the hits that come somewhere else so they don't hurt too bad, and turn the other cheek. It's become normal, this mode of faithfulness to my church.<br />
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But in this room, I belonged. In this room, my wounds were cherished as much as my gifts. In this room I was welcome. In this room, I was waited on.<br />
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The Churches of Christ have always been a part of something larger than themselves--all churches are--even if we have worked hard to ignore it, at times. In this room full of people from all over the world, from all the branches of the Restoration movement, celebrating our unity and common history and anticipating a future together, I felt for the first time in a long time that I was glad, deeply glad, to have grown up in this particular expression of Christianity, this peculiar, rational, contentious, deeply faithful bunch of God's people.<br />
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So I cried a little bit, and that was okay.<br />
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And then it struck me: we were not simply waiting on each other, but God, too is waiting on us. We make space and time to sense it in the celebration of Communion, but it is constant. God is waiting on us--though most often we think we are waiting on God. We say to each other, "those that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint," and it is true; but God, too, waiting and watching and hoping and anticipating as we learn to embrace each other in the unity of the Spirit.<br />
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I am so grateful in this moment for the work that the <a href="http://www.worldconvention.org/" target="_blank">World Convention (Christian-Churches of Christ-Disciples of Christ)</a> has done in the many years since its founding, the work that we are preparing to do in the future, and the gift of belonging that I received so unexpectedly in that Communion with my sisters and brothers from around the world.<br />
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Unity is a mysterious gift, rooted in the very life of God: created in the same image, saved by same Savior, gifted with the same Spirit, we are indeed one, in ways that surpass recognition, assent, doctrinal agreement or even volition…and for this I give thanks and praise. Amen.</div>
JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-87436186259342545172014-03-27T14:00:00.002-05:002014-03-27T14:00:18.795-05:00a letter from my daughter from three days ago<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dear <u>Not Mom</u> anymore<br />I dispise you<br />go away NEVER come back<br />you will make me estatic if you do that. Becose<br />you want to make me happy<br />goodbye and good ridence forever<br />sined<br />Clare</span></blockquote>
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I know it's a bit twisted but all I really feel in looking at this letter is a sense of bursting maternal pride at how well my 7YO expresses herself. #goClare</div>
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JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-52301529339535730922014-03-09T13:58:00.000-05:002014-03-09T14:08:17.282-05:00"NPR Listener"I'm blessed with a commute that takes me, three times a week, out of the WNYC station range just as I enter the WHYY station range, and in the mornings they basically play the exact same schedule so I can switch from one to the other without missing a single syllable of my morning NPR. It's awesome.<br />
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Except for the weeks when they run back-to-back fundraisers. That double whammy gets really tiresome. WHYY goes first and then, just as they end, WNYC cranks up. That can make for a long commute.<br />
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This last time, I found myself getting annoyed at more than just the repetitive appeals and aggravating interruptions to programs for their plaintive pitches. Usually I even find it somewhat mesmerizing, the smooth blather and wordsmithy that goes into the whole thing by these professional talkers... But this time, over and over, I heard something that really bugged me: a crude appeal to intellectual elitism that made NPR listeners, and <i>a fortiori</i> the elite of the elite who donate or become members, the "us" opposed to the "them," the ignorant <i>hoi polloi </i>who listen to (sniff) <i>commercial radio</i>. Every morning for about two weeks I heard some version of this on and off for an hour and a half. "We know that you, our listeners are intelligent and want to be informed" or "just think how many times you've been at a party and started a conversation with 'I heard on NPR' and immediately became the smart person in the room" or "take those few cents a day you spend at the vending machine and feed your brain instead" or "in personals 'NPR listener' has become code for smart and cares about the world" and on and on. The longer I listened the more appalling it became.<br />
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And then one morning I found myself shouting back at my radio, "NO! I mean, shouldn't public radio be for <i>everyone</i>???"<br />
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Finally WHYY (which, may I add, is a great station and I generally <3 actual="" and="" blunt="" campaign="" ceased="" content="" focus="" it="" its="" message="" none="" of="" on="" p="" producing="" programs="" s="" smart="" squarely="" straightforward="" stuff="" stupid="" support.="" tactic:="" takes="" that="" the="" them="" theme="" there="" this="" time="" turn.="" us="" v.="" was="" wnyc=""><br />
I've been a (very minor) contributor for WNYC for a few years now. I'm proud of it, and all the more because they didn't slide into that insidious message of intellectual/social elitism.<br /><br />This was a few weeks ago now so I'm not exactly timely in blogging about it, but it's been simmering on the mental backburner ever since. We spend so much time lamenting the fractured, ideologically driven state of mainstream media in this country--and the way that it both reflects and furthers the epistemological divide in the public. And one of the things I heard from both stations is how public radio, because it is non-commercial and primarily listener-funded, stands apart from the rest of mainstream news media in this ideologically and commerically driven epistemological division. Except that, if you're simply recreating another split, how can you pat yourself on the back for standing apart?<br /><br />So next time, let's remember: public radio is for <i>everyone</i>. Even, and maybe especially, for the folks don't listen to it. Yet. <!--3--></3>JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-69295030307706040902014-02-26T12:50:00.001-05:002014-02-26T12:53:43.672-05:00turning Clare into DaisyThere are many, many reasons to love <a href="http://www.pacsnewark.org/pages/about-us-pages/about-us" target="_blank">Philip's Academy Charter School</a> (formerly St. Philip's Academy). This month's reason--in fact, every February's reason since Clare started kindergarten there--is the way that black history month is taught and celebrated.<br />
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Last year--I may have blogged about this but I'm not sure--Clare's hero was Rosa Parks, and it was a bit of a struggle to think though how we were going to costume her as her hero. In the end I think we did great--we found a t-shirt with Rosa Parks's picture on it, with a quote, and over that we layered an old-fashioned knitted cardigan, put her hair up in a bun and gave her a pair of Brent's old glasses with the lenses popped out. She was cute as a button, was a recognizable Rosa, and felt awesome about her costume (which is the most important thing).<br />
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Every year, without fail, I learn something new that Clare comes home talking about. (Before Clare, for example, I had no idea who <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madam_C._J._Walker" target="_blank">Madam C. J. Walker</a> was.) This year, I'm learning about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daisy_Bates_(civil_rights_activist)" target="_blank">Daisy Bates</a>, Clare's choice for African-American hero. Bates was President of the AR chapter of the NAACP, co-owner (with her husband, L.C.) and writer for Arkansas State Press, and is most famous for her role in organizing the Little Rock Nine.<br />
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This year, the 2nd graders are putting on a "living wax museum" and so Clare has been very concerned about the veracity of her Daisy Bates costume. As you can see in the picture below, she was a beautiful, glamorous woman--in addition to being, apparently, a complicated, strong and feisty woman who spoke her mind and stood her ground.<br />
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"She was not soft-spoken; she was not humble; she didn't ask, she told; it just blew people's minds. Who is this woman, sounding like this? Who does she think she is?" (from <a href="http://itvs.org/films/daisy-bates" target="_blank">Daisy Bates: First Lady of Little Rock</a>)</blockquote>
Honestly, I can't think of a better hero for Clare, my own complicated, strong and feisty woman-to-be.<br />
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So once again we face the challenge of turning my fair-skinned flaxen-haired Clare into her chosen African-American hero. And this year she asked straight out if we could make her skin browner. My explanation of why this was not a good idea made enough sense to her that she dropped it, but it meant that the rest of the costume became even more important to her to get right.<br />
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Well, my crafty skill set is limited. But my budget is even more so, so I've spent days and days trying to figure out how to give my girl some Daisy Bates 1950's style. Daisy often dressed in professional, business-y attire, so my teal wool suit (though of course large on Clare) fits the bell well enough. Clare's school uniform shirt with the pan collar fits a sort of 1950's type look. But what we really needed was a hat, and a way to give Clare the suggestion of that cute Daisy Bates short curly hairdo.<br />
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So: an old summer sun hat lost most of its brim, and some netting from a dress-up skirt got repurposed along with a length of pink satin ribbon that's been floating around the house for awhile, a few sequins and a satin ribbon rose and then--I found some novelty eyelash yarn in my stash. So, while it may not be exactly the cute Daisy 'do, it will (I hope) at least give a suggestion of some sweet little curls underneath Clare's hat. Add a string of pretty beads--Daisy has a necklace on in every picture, almost--and, done!<br />
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I can't wait for Clare to come home and see her hat. :)<br />
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JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-13023330189530440242014-01-12T19:24:00.001-05:002014-01-12T19:24:15.229-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So a week or so ago this post on gendered dimorphism in Disney characters popped up in my newsfeed: "Help! My eyeball is bigger than my wrist!" (</span><a href="http://thesocietypages.org/socimages/2013/12/17/help-my-eyeball-is-bigger-than-my-wrist-gender-dimorphism-in-frozen/" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">http://thesocietypages.org/socimages/2013/12/17/help-my-eyeball-is-bigger-than-my-wrist-gender-dimorphism-in-frozen/</a><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">)</span></div><div><br></div><div>Then a couple days ago I was cleaning the playroom, sorting and organizing (and, yes, clandestinely tossing certain items) and in the process came across mostly dismembered Barbie and other doll heads, torsos and legs. And here's what I found:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXN5IpfwSajiDhGMQsjTDjqiurkPLB4tMPG0gzVSXikytdMiDkK7PxM_21ifXR5MGbsCEsXCHQhDJGaPPkyoPCMnlIzADZ30pQrVwqj2I6c1fCI0TIVf_VFVfk73uaUXNUGJgJJA/s640/blogger-image-1734719308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXN5IpfwSajiDhGMQsjTDjqiurkPLB4tMPG0gzVSXikytdMiDkK7PxM_21ifXR5MGbsCEsXCHQhDJGaPPkyoPCMnlIzADZ30pQrVwqj2I6c1fCI0TIVf_VFVfk73uaUXNUGJgJJA/s640/blogger-image-1734719308.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This was a truly enormous head. For comparison, here's a Barbie head side-by-side:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJBdbBZhyphenhyphen73MXMTaZFXSjMRQPYWNOgBwHBib1R3mKE5OLjIlhyphenhyphenUhwyHe_Q_S2mLtbVNKr-xYuAB2mo7byyhnerkeXJNyeLiVvivkLcIg967rIswPnyvarVeXgQyaVjBSmYITdHQ/s640/blogger-image--1678388331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJBdbBZhyphenhyphen73MXMTaZFXSjMRQPYWNOgBwHBib1R3mKE5OLjIlhyphenhyphenUhwyHe_Q_S2mLtbVNKr-xYuAB2mo7byyhnerkeXJNyeLiVvivkLcIg967rIswPnyvarVeXgQyaVjBSmYITdHQ/s640/blogger-image--1678388331.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>So when I had matched up everything else I was left with this and my first thought was, well, this can't possibly be right!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyAJRFULqIcaZFs5v5Q0QzrhX5hx9oafiYnvzJB525SA4l3HDbFoiN0E2tWGnYJad3pFjXGN2N85rTMQlQXdDHKyc3UOZvSpKZSR3HuRp_hMf2UhTGeMlArn2f5MY1rPVbMtaqA/s640/blogger-image--1706134243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyAJRFULqIcaZFs5v5Q0QzrhX5hx9oafiYnvzJB525SA4l3HDbFoiN0E2tWGnYJad3pFjXGN2N85rTMQlQXdDHKyc3UOZvSpKZSR3HuRp_hMf2UhTGeMlArn2f5MY1rPVbMtaqA/s640/blogger-image--1706134243.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But I tried it anyway. And I thought, whoa. This isn't "help my eyeball is bigger than my wrist," this is "help my eyes are bigger than my boobs and my whole torso could fit inside my hairdo."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZpaVFnLmX_QZx3nlwQHS39Bg4y3erwW3JURyYep7Hh3HoUnCZnGm9mUeSc8_b7_7l7LAbUW8S2tU7yvXJAGVuW3h-RHXYaqor6cLfITLqkh1eiqTVAwtEA5pTf-nZFi0-eIrx7w/s640/blogger-image--299178950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZpaVFnLmX_QZx3nlwQHS39Bg4y3erwW3JURyYep7Hh3HoUnCZnGm9mUeSc8_b7_7l7LAbUW8S2tU7yvXJAGVuW3h-RHXYaqor6cLfITLqkh1eiqTVAwtEA5pTf-nZFi0-eIrx7w/s640/blogger-image--299178950.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Again, a comparison side-by-side with a good ol'fashioned wholesome Barbie: her head is bigger than Barbie's but her whole teeny body is about the length of Barbie's torso.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM7gRhn9cgMKH8hY3tUPTt2dTSxkgzhkCzIYRcLrcoMx-zM9ufq3P61Gj1C0eI0iSmex4fNxAaVSqWa4bxpZKH6I4Ld3GRVVEucgsls3vSbANGTfTegkPPiY3gtY2hCPap1Dudg/s640/blogger-image-1466649278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM7gRhn9cgMKH8hY3tUPTt2dTSxkgzhkCzIYRcLrcoMx-zM9ufq3P61Gj1C0eI0iSmex4fNxAaVSqWa4bxpZKH6I4Ld3GRVVEucgsls3vSbANGTfTegkPPiY3gtY2hCPap1Dudg/s640/blogger-image-1466649278.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Bottom line: our culture gives us such increasingly unrealistic representations of women's bodies that at this point Barbie looks relatively normal! </div>JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-70147274167953187462014-01-08T12:18:00.000-05:002014-01-08T12:18:11.539-05:00following upSo, I changed my Facebook gender to "male." Since then, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jthweattbates/posts/10151939839548311?stream_ref=10" target="_blank">here are some representative ads that keep popping up in my newsfeed</a>:<br />
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Now that I'm a "man," Facebook and its advertisers can assume I have interests in 1) traveling, 2) playing violent video games, 3) staying warm, 4) living in a house, 5) playing poker. As a woman though, my interests were: lose weight and be sexy.</div>
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Oh, and, now that I'm a (hu)man, Facebook and advertisers assume that I also probably have an interest in exploiting women! Oh, funtimes, Facebook, funtimes! Thanks for making this holiday season so special in such a mainstream, accepted, sexist and misogynist way. I'll be hitting on some single ladeez (despite my married status) right after I order some luxurious Princeton University knitwear crafted especially for alumni, despite the fact that I'm not a University alum, because I went to Princeton Seminary. </div>
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So, it's just a normal day. My Facebook feed is full of status updates about snow and babies and complaints about grading. Facebook is predictable like that. And then there was this.</div>
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Why, Facebook? What is it about me that suggested to your algorithms that I needed an ad from some outfit called "Be Sexy" that wants to let me know that someone who can't spell success wants me to click on some spammy little url because "Lisa from Oregon" lost 60 lbs?<br />
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OH RIGHT. I'm a woman.<br />
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Just today's little technomicroaggressive reminder that, since I'm female, I probably feel bad about myself because I think I'm fat and unsexy, and might even feel bad enough about it that I might click on some spammy little website that will take advantage of me in other ways.<br />
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So, you know, when I report this for being sexist spam targeted at women, it'd be nice if the response wasn't "this doesn't violate our community standards."<br />
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Yeah, I know that sexist crap doesn't violate community standards. SUGGESTION: LET'S UPDATE OUR COMMUNITY STANDARDS.<br />
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Because I'm not lowering mine.<br />
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<br />JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-45076858822729092532013-12-13T11:02:00.001-05:002013-12-13T11:02:27.497-05:00We should all be feminists - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie at TEDxEuston<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/hg3umXU_qWc" width="480"></iframe>JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-65864935320443679182013-12-12T09:04:00.001-05:002013-12-12T09:04:19.685-05:00The Traditional Christmas Repost: theological reflections on "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer"<h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #d52a33; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;">
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One of my favorite perennial Christmas classics is that edition of <a href="http://www.rankinbass.com/video.html" style="color: #7d181e; text-decoration: none;">Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer</a>where Burl Ives narrates as Sam the Talking Snowman and sings. You know, the one where the little figurines move around jerkily but endearingly. (For some interesting info about this classic, <a href="http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/Biographies/rudolph_the_animated_classic.htm" style="color: #7d181e; text-decoration: none;">click here</a>.)<br /><br />My favorite character in this thing is <a href="http://www.rankinbass.com/rudolph11.html" style="color: #7d181e; text-decoration: none;">Hermey</a>, the Elf who wants to be a dentist. Hermey reveals this sick unnatural ambition in a conversation with the Elf Boss, who lectures him threateningly:<br /><br />Hermey, miserably: Not happy in my work, I guess.<br />Head Elf: WHAT??!<br />Hermey: I just don't like to make toys.<br />Head Elf: Oh well if that's all...WHAT??!! You don't like to make toys?!<br />Hermey: No.<br />Head Elf, to others: Hermey doen't like to make toys!<br />Others: (repeat it down down the line) and in chorus: Shame on you!<br />Head Elf: Do you mind telling me what you DO wanna do?<br />Hermey: Well sir, someday, I'd like to be...a dentist.<br />Head Elf: A DENTIST? Good grief!<br />Hermey: We need one up here...I've been studying it, it's fascinating, you've no idea, molars and bicuspids and incisors--<br />Head Elf: Now, listen, you. You're an elf, and elves make toys. Now get to work!<br /><br />The ontology undergirding the Head Elf's reprimand of Hermey leaves no room for consideration of an elf who deviates from his "nature" by not liking to make toys. It's simply inconceivable. Hermey's attempt to "fit in" is stymied when, engrossed in the task of providing teeth for some dolls, he misses elf practice and suffers another confrontation with the Head Elf, which concludes with the Head Elf's vicious assertion, "You'll NEVER fit in!" Miserable, Hermey jumps out the window in self-imposed exile, his only option to be true to himself.<br /><br />Rudolph's situation is parallel. Born with the disgusting congenital deformity of a red glowing nose, his parents are horrified (even his own mother can only weakly offer, "we'll have to overlook it," while his father goes so far as to actually hide it by daubing mud on his son's face.) Later, at the "reindeer games," Rudolph outshines the other reindeer in skill, but when his prosthesis falls off, everyone gasps and his erstwhile playmates mock and shun. The authority figures echo this attitude: the Coach gathers everyone up and leads them away, saying loudly, "From now on, we won't let Rudolph join in any of our reindeer games!"<br /><br />Santa's role throughout most of the cartoon is to legitimize the prejudices against the misfits already evident in lesser members of the Christmastown community. When Santa visits the newly birthed Rudolph, his unthinking prejudice becomes plain when he comments that Rudoplh had better grow out of it if he ever wants to be on his team of flying reindeer. Santa's behavior at the scene of the reindeer games is even more disturbing; like his pronouncement at Rudolph's birth, he says, "What a pity; he had a nice takeoff, too." For Santa, Rudolph's skill is less important than his nose, an arbitrary physical attribute. A distant and authoritarian figure, Santa is unaware of Hermey's plight (apparently the welfare of elves is beneath his notice) and condemning of Rudolph's gall in considering himself a reindeer of the same worth and dignity as the others.<br /><br />Rudolph and Hermey get together, and a few lines of their "misfit theme song" are revealing:<br /><br />"We're a couple of misfits, we're a couple of misfits--<br />What's the matter with misfits?<br />That's where we fit in.<br /><br />We may be different from the rest...<br />But who decides the test<br />of what is really best?"<br /><br />In "Christmastown," those who decide "the test of what is really best" seem to be the tyrannical and thoughtless majority, reinforced by authoritarian sanction by Santa, the pseudo-benevolent despot. Those who question the status quo--those who are already marginalized--are mocked, punished, and driven out of the community.<br /><br />Over the years it's become apparent to me that this simple children's cartoon contains some real subversive elements: Hermey's misfit-ness is the result of apparent "choice," but the kind of choice where the alternatives are to be true or false to oneself. Rudolph's misfit-ness is the result of birth rather than choice. Change "dentist" to "gay" and "red nose" to "black skin." Now the subversive message is clear: Santa is racist, the Head Elf and the elf community is homophobic, and "Christmastown" is really "Whiteytown."<br /><br />Given this subtext, the change of heart on the parts of Santa and the Head Elf at the end are more than just the formulaic ending to a well-known Christmas fable. Although it takes a prodigious feat of community service on both Hermey's and Rudolph's parts (each requiring skills peculiar to their misfit-ness) to bring the authorities and the community to repentance, repentance is indeed the note sounded in the conclusion. Everyone, including Santa, apologizes to the misfits. And in the end, difference is valorized rather than exiled.</div>
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"One might say that the measure of women's liberation is any culture is at least partly indicated by whether or not they wear shoes that allow them to walk freely!" Rosemary Radford Ruether, <i>Sexism and God-Talk,</i> 176.<br />
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One might, but one probably ought not to go much beyond that, and certainly shouldn't suggest that <a href="http://www.feministtimes.com/a-feminist-in-high-heels-is-like-dawkins-in-a-rosary/" target="_blank">a feminist in high heels is like Dawkins in a rosary</a>.<br />
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I have some basic rules for dress for myself and my daughters, and they go pretty much like this:<br />
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1) Anything you wear shouldn't hurt any part of your body.<br />
2) What you wear should keep you warm (or cool) enough.<br />
3) What you wear should let you do what you plan to do in it (that is, be functional and appropriate to the specific occasion).<br />
4) You should feel good about what you're wearing.<br />
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These rules are a work in progress. As my bright-shining brilliant, beautiful oldest continues to, well, get older (dang it!) I keep revisiting these basic guidelines--gauging whether or not she is following them…and whether I am, too. She's great at it--as, I think, most kids would be, if we encouraged them to think of dress and clothing in these ways. Me, not so much; I have some unlearning to do, still, especially about #4. (Not too long ago, I recall, I went on a brief FB rant about the evils of pleated pants, because I wasn't #4ing very well that day.)<br />
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But I'm getting better, and it's pretty awesome to have a 7-year-old role model to learn from.<br />
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But none of these rules mean I won't be wearing my incredible hand-knitted (yes: this is me, bragging about my knitting skillz) lace stockings and vintage heels.<br />
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The last time I put on a pair of heels for a fancy dinner out, my husband teased me about it. Then Clare, hypocrisy radar bleeping, joined in: "you shouldn't be wearing ouchie shoes!"<br />
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Yes, I get it. I worked for a few years in an orthopedic shoe store and I am a proponent of comfy shoes. I tell people all the time that putting the investment in for really good shoes is worth it. And day in, day out, I still wear the shoes that I bought years ago on employee discount from my fabulous boss at the Princeton Foot Solutions store (hi Linda! muah!).<br />
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I don't put anything on that hurts. If I can't walk in it or dance in it, what's the point? You can't look fancy or feel fabulous if you're hobbling across a room wondering why the hell your table is in the farthest corner.<br />
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But most often, I wear heels for a couple hours at a time in a context where there's more sitting than walking, and when the point is to be extravagantly, flagrantly fabulous. Maybe even (gasp!) sexy…which for me, like a lot of women brought up in the kind of purity/modesty culture of American conservative Christianity, is a reclamation of our bodies and their goodness.<br />
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My anniversary comes up in a few days and you can bet I'll be rocking some #feministheels and showing my daughter that Mama can be fancy as well as sensible, sexy as well as grubby, fun as well as hardworking. And that when it comes to Dressing Well, it's about feeling good in your body, and accomplishing what you set out to accomplish--be that dazzling your students with a philosophy lecture or dazzling your spouse at an anniversary dinner.JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-61502847530328190042013-12-08T19:25:00.000-05:002013-12-08T19:25:53.982-05:00today's new mommy songOooooooh,<br />
manufactured crises are the best ones to have<br />
that's why we make them up all the time<br />
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You lost the pencil you just had in your hand?<br />
Well that's a manufactured crisis right there!<br />
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Cooooooooon--<br />
gratulations because manufactured crises are the best ones to have<br />
that's why we make them up all the time<br />
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You still need a pencil to do your homework?<br />
Well there's lots of pencils in this house<br />
When you manufacture problems you can make solutions too<br />
Go look for a pencil right now!<br />
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Oooooooooh.\,<br />
manufactured crises are the best ones to have<br />
because we can manufacture fixes for them too.JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-64886193424201694362013-11-25T22:37:00.001-05:002013-12-02T12:22:34.753-05:00Sexism and schism: a response to Tony JonesTony's recent post on Theoblogy has--as Tony's posts often do--kicked off a discussion that free ranges across denominational lines and ideologies. Links to and discussions of <a href="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/tonyjones/2013/11/22/its-time-for-a-schism-regarding-women-in-the-church/" target="_blank">It's Time for a Schism</a> appeared in multiple places in my information pipeline, expected (my twitter feed, Facebook newsfeed) and unexpected (in an online support group I participate in, on a discussion thread on a Church of Christ preacher's blog series I'm following). It's these unexpected places that prompt me to respond here because, clearly, Tony's post has contributed to furthering the conversation about gender justice in Churches of Christ, a conversation I'm very much invested in.<br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">hi Tony,<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />I appreciate your passion on this. As a woman, a theologian, and life long CofCer (that's Churcha-Christer, verbalized) I want to affirm your anger and the need for justice. And, also to defend why I "stay" within a church denomination that (typically) refuses not only to allow women into leadership and (paid) ministry positions, but to allow women's voices to be heard and women's bodies to occupy space "up front" during corporate worship.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">First I want to say that I don't counsel other people to do what I'm attempting to do. The "stay or go" question is vexing and complicated and there's no one size fits all answer, I think. But I don't encourage people to stay in a church environment that has become toxic to them (my husband left years ago and is now happy being an Episcopal priest).<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />So, since I don't counsel other people to stay put as a more righteous or effective response to this injustice, why do I? Because I can, and because at the moment I think I can do more good by staying rather than leaving. It's a unique possibility given my location and resources and education and network, and so I'm doing my best to utilize these things well. <br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />But I engage the work, not because I want to reform the institution or change the Church of Christ, per se. I engage in this work because I care deeply about the women sitting in the pews for whom leaving is still an unimaginable possibility, and the little girls who grow up hearing things that make them feel like, and I quote, "Jesus only died for the boys." There are so many of them. And for those who find the courage to leave, hallelujah: be free in Christ to serve and glorify God with all that you are. For those who are still stuck, I'll stick around.</span></div>
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I want to be clear about what I affirm, and what I challenge, about Tony's call for schism as I understand it (and in this phrasing I acknowledge that of course I may be interpreting some things wrong, and welcome dialogue on any errors as this is always helpful). </div>
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First, Tony's post is being heard by at least some in Churches of Christ who may be unaware that the kind of schism he calls for--a principled individual severance with an oppressive system--has been happening in our churches over this very issue over the last few decades, in increasing numbers. People have left over what we have learned to label "women's roles in the church," and are continuing to leave. Many are of course women gifted for forms of service and ministry restricted to them; many are those who leave in solidarity with those women. But typically, this schism has been a slow, diachronic, quiet one, more of an exodus of people who aren't interested in making it hard for those they leave behind, whom they love as brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers in Christ. They leave as <a href="http://www-rohan.sdsu.edu/faculty/dunnweb/rprnts.omelas.pdf" target="_blank">Ursula K. LeGuin describes those who walk away from Omelas</a>: one day, they simply go.</div>
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And so it's easy for those who aren't looking for the missing ones to continue without ever realizing who is missing. <span style="font-family: inherit;">Part of what we in Churches of Christ need to realize is, then, that these of our number are missing. This is the reason <a href="http://gal328.org/">gal328.org</a> hosts a <a href="http://gal328.org/wiki/wiki-projects/memorial-2/" target="_blank">wiki named "Exodus,"</a> a collaborative project aimed at shining a spotlight on those who have left and pursued ministry elsewhere. This is a list of people who have courageously moved, like Abraham, from the familiarity of home to the unknown land of Ur on the strength of faith in God alone. They ought not be forgotten.</span></div>
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I believe Tony's post and the discussion around it may be calling some attention to this, and that is indeed a result for which I am grateful.</div>
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The main thing I find most helpful about Tony's posts on this is that he is issuing a call for effective action. Tony is tired of talking. And here once again I want to affirm, for I am also rather tired of talking. We've been talking a long time, we in the Churches of Christ, and precious little has changed. Talk, after all, is cheap.</div>
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So here is where I return to my first response, and aim to perhaps clarify some of my comment, and also pose a genuine question.</div>
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While validating this call to effective action, I don't think that schism, either in the classic sense or in the individual severance sense, is a strategy for effecting systemic change. </div>
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This is tricky territory here on the "stay or go" question; it's a question I've been asked many times in friendly and unfriendly ways, and a question ever CofCer concerned with gender justice wrestles with at some point. It's tricky territory because it's hard to hear someone's explanation of the reasons they "stay" without feeling like some judgment is thereby passed on those who "leave." So I want to be clear in stating: I consider those who leave courageous. I know what kind of guts it takes to leave. Many who have "left" are among my private canon of personal saints, and you people know who you are. I praise God for your lives and witness.</div>
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So when I say, again, that leaving is not a strategy for systemic change, that is no judgment on those who have left. It is an observation that Omelas doesn't disappear when those who walk away, walk away.</div>
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So I want to construct a way of staying which is faithful to the call to effective action I hear at the heart of Tony's post, because what we disagree on here is not urgency or necessity or justice but what, in the end, effective action is. Schism leaves unjust systems intact--and untroubled.</div>
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This brings me (finally!) to my question, which is, simply, is it really schism you're calling for? Or is it that, like me, and so very many others, the call is to effective action, and the challenge is to imagine adequate models for it?</div>
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*a technical note: I am blogging via phone while sick in my hotel bed after a very full AAR and I promise to link everything properly later! Apologies in the meantime.</div>
JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-42310933115056085282013-11-07T08:53:00.001-05:002013-11-07T08:53:40.112-05:00Overheard on the way to NWSAFirst Man: "Did anyone see Stephanie get on the plane?"<div>Second Man: "She's not coming. I just got an email saying 'I'm counting on you.'"</div><div>First Man: "She's not COMING? ...I can't BELIEVE her."</div><div>Second Man: "I just got the email."</div><div>First Man: "She is such a FLAKE. She scheduled this meeting and now she's not even here. She is so SCATTERBRAINED. I just can't stand her."</div><div>Third Man with a pic of his toddler as his laptop wallpaper: "I don't really know her at all, so..."</div><div>First Man: "...Wants to be in charge, doesn't want to do any of the work."</div>JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-79879730872662454902013-11-06T11:50:00.000-05:002013-11-06T11:50:19.404-05:00unscientific surveyA few days ago, I found myself trying to adequately convey to a class of 30 undergrads what I meant by the phrase "unmarked identity" (ostensibly, we were discussing Rawls and his "original position" behind the "veil of ignorance") and why it's problematic.<br />
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So, on the spot, I tried this: "Okay. Girls. Answer this: do you ever walk into a room full of people without being consciously aware of the fact that you are a woman?" A pretty much unanimous "no." Then I asked the boys. "Do you ever enter a room full of people feeling conscious of the fact that you are a man?" Blank stares like the question didn't even make sense. No, of course not.<br />
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This, y'all. This is why "unmarked" equals "privilege."JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-56834964381590761732013-11-06T10:03:00.001-05:002013-11-06T10:03:14.258-05:00a break"I need a break…I need a break…I need a break…I need a break…"<br />
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As mantras go, it's not that edifying.<br />
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But these are the words that I found pouring out of me this past weekend. And not just words. I found myself crooning them, like a blues singer, in a melody I've not heard before and that I didn't plan. And it just didn't stop. All the anxiety and exhaustion and inadequacy and anger and longing and sadness flowed into this spontaneous song as I held Z in my arms and she hugged me because she could tell that whatever Mommy was singing, it was sad.<br />
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It was also peaceful and beautiful in a way I've rarely experienced. It was confession and prayer in a way that took me by surprise.<br />
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When it ended, I carried Z into the kitchen to get her the snack she had asked for, the thing that had pushed me over the edge into that surreal moment of prayerful confession, and did what I needed to. No less tired, no less lonely, no less anxious and sad, but less angry.<br />
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I don't know what it all means. But I do know that, whatever that was, it helped. It didn't solve anything and it didn't change anything, but it helped.JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-63673467457387164142013-11-01T09:25:00.000-05:002013-11-01T09:25:00.802-05:00today Today the internet told me, <br />
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"In Genesis, Eve wanted to become equal to God. Thus, that women want to be equal,<br />considered the same as men, is to be expected....So God assigning men to teach and to lead in their congregations and in their families is a way to remind women that they are<br />human and therefore not above instruction and correction."</blockquote>
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<br />JJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-20307770913769929702013-10-30T09:00:00.000-05:002013-10-30T09:04:52.243-05:00TecnaMonsterFairyTaleHigh and the Future of the Female BodyIn chapter 3 of<i> <a href="https://www.ashgate.com/default.aspx?page=637&title_id=10525&edition_id=10845&calcTitle=1" target="_blank">Cyborg Selves</a> </i>I offer a detailed analysis of the way gender and human sexuality is envisioned in two distinct posthuman discourses. One, of course, is the feminist cyborg discourse begun by Donna Haraway's "Cyborg Manifesto," and the other is the analysis of gender and human sexuality offered by James Hughes and George Dvorsky in their <a href="http://www.ieet.org/" target="_blank">Institute for Ethics and Emerging Technologies</a> white paper entitled, "<a href="http://ieet.org/archive/IEET-03-PostGender.pdf" target="_blank">Postgenderism: Beyond the Gender Binary</a>."<br />
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I won't recap everything here, but suffice to say, I find these two discourses on gender and sexuality to be in opposition to each other in important ways, and the contrasts between the two ultimately rest on their divergent views of the human body, and in this instance, the female body particularly. [If you want to know more, well hey, take that $100 you've got lying around just waiting to be spent and click the link on the sidebar and get yourself a copy of the book! :)]<br />
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One of the assumptions in Hughes and Dvorsky's analysis of transhumanism and gender is that technological interventions on the human body are the ultimate means of addressing the social injustices surrounding gender. They anticipate a future where, by means of various technologies, people will be able to consciously select certain "gendered" traits, according to personal preference, thus dismantling the "gender binary" that we have (presumably) inherited from our unaltered biology. The vision is one of liberation from that restrictive binary by altering our bodies at will.<br />
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There are a lot of things here to take issue with, from my point of view, but again--read the book.<br />
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What I want to focus on here is a new wrinkle of worry about this approach to gender and biotechnology and the posthuman future, prompted by my latest brush with the rampant sexualization and body distortion and stereotyping and reduction and limitation in children's media and the toy industry.<br />
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This past week Clare asked me to please rethink my ban on Winx Club. The girls at her school play "Winx" at recess, and while she joins in, she always feels a bit lost because she doesn't watch the show and has to figure out who is who and what is happening. I get that. And she was super thoughtful about asking me to rethink, and suggested I watch an episode. And promised that if I did let her watch it she would ignore all the inappropriate stuff (oh how I wish it worked that way). Of course it also turns out that she had been illicitly bingewatching on the iPad <a href="http://rudetruth.blogspot.com/2013/10/dear-netflix.html" target="_blank">after Netflix put temptation right in front of her face</a>. Sigh. #parentfail.<br />
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So, I watched an episode. And it basically made my brain explode and dribble out my ears. It was beyond the horrible I had braced myself for.<br />
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Then I saw the newest toy to come down the corporate pike for my daughter: <a href="http://blog.pigtailpals.com/2013/10/fairy-tale-high-makes-my-brain-hurt/" target="_blank">Fairy Tale High</a>.<br />
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Great! They're like Bratz, only not Bratz because they're, like, fairy-tale-ish. They're like Monster High, only not, 'cuz they're fairy-tale-ish. They're like Winx and _____ and _____ and ______ only not, 'cuz they're <i>fairy tale princesses </i>in their secret life instead of fairies and _____ and ______. Wow! That's what we call OPTIONS!<br />
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<a href="http://blog.pigtailpals.com/2013/10/what-girls-learn-from-the-top-selling-dolls/" target="_blank">Pigtail Pals member Bailey Shoemaker Richards says it</a>:<br />
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I mean, just look at them. You literally cannot tell these things apart.<br />
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What does the above picture have to do with transhumanist aspirations to postgenderism, I bet you're wondering.<br />
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That's great, because I'm about to tell you.<br />
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First, there's the basic question that <a href="http://blog.pigtailpals.com/2013/10/what-girls-learn-from-the-top-selling-dolls/" target="_blank">Melissa Atkins Wardy at Pigtail Pals puts to us</a>, which is, what are our girls (and boys!) learning from these distorted representations of the female body, and limited, frivolous representations of girlhood?<br />
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Yes, that's rhetorical. We know what they're learning, and it is false, and it is harmful.<br />
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My question is, what happens when these internalized false and harmful notions of what girls and women's bodies are supposed to look like collide with the ever-more-inventive technologies we use on those bodies?<br />
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Will we get the transhumanist utopian vision of technologically mediated gender equity, and human bodies that, again via technological mediation, defy the presumed biological gender binary?<br />
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Or will we get women who seek to sculpt their bodies into the distorted representations we've been handing them as the ideal and norm ever since they were born, and men who expect that?<br />
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