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My name is Nicole Cipri. I'm a writer and a wingnut, among other things. This is my tumblr, aka, a curated mess of memes and half-finished thoughts.
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Nina Katchadourian - Sorted Books
“I suddenly recalled a moment in the university library when, looking for a book, I had turned my head sideways as I walked down the stacks and thought how spectacular it would be if all the titles formed an accidental sentence when read one after the other in a long chain. Standing amidst the bookshelves in Half Moon Bay, my next move was simply to make this imaginary accident real. I spent days shifting and arranging books, composing them so that their titles formed short sentences. The exercise was intimate, like a form of portraiture, and it felt important that the books I selected should function as a cross section of the larger collection.”
The Daily Dot | The Greatest Movie That Never Was
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Little girl: What are you doing?
Coworker: Writing an email.
LG: That's weird!
Coworker: ...It is weird, isn't it?
LG: [starts jumping up and down] I'm jumping!
Coworker: I'm sitting!
LG: [giggles] You're funny!
white privilege radically changes the appearance of Tsarnaev bros
This is how brofiling actually works in real life. The Week Magazine ran with this image as their cover sketch.
Just so it is said, clearly and unambiguously: the Tsarnaev brothers are white guys. They are white. The FBI’s own wanted poster for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev lists his race as “white”, but you would never know it from the cover image on The Week.
Hold up the cover to someone else, and ask them how many white people they can see on the cover. Chances are they will identify Gabby Giffords on the top left and the image of the Boston policemen (all white men) on the top right, but how about those two guys in the center? Nope, not a chance that anyone would say these caricatures look white.
Why? Because in addition to being white they are also “Muslim”, which is the current dehumanizing “Other” label that whiteness has constructed as a sanctioned target for violence in US popular culture.
This is how white privilege works in media representations and everyday life: when the criminal suspects are demonstrably white men, seize upon any aspect of difference and magnify it such that they become Othered, non-white, and menacing. If it is too hard to do so, simply dismiss them as aberrations and isolated cases of insanity. This is also how white culture, specifically the process of whiteness in conjunction with white privilege, portrays several non-white identities, including those that are now considered white but at one time were decidedly not so. For example, see here for how the Irish were depicted as violent apes or lazy drunks in the late 1800s to early 1900s.
Addendum, posted 4.29.13:
As Tim Wise said on April 18, there are consequences for these kinds of things. Here are a few reasons why this is important:
- Making white criminals who are Muslim appear to be more ‘brown’ than ‘white’ has serious consequences for brown people. Indeed, as we saw right after the Boston bombings, people that simply “looked” brown and Muslim were profiled and assaulted. Two men were escorted off a plane in Boston simply for speaking Arabic and thereby somehow making passengers “uncomfortable”. A Bangladeshi man in NYC was beaten up because he looked ‘Arab’. And this affects women too: a Muslim woman doctor in Boston who wears a headscarf was attacked by a man while she was out walking with her baby. And the white Muslim wife of the older brother has been demonized for simply being a Muslim American woman, especially after Ann Coulter called for women who wear hijabs to be arrested.
- People have pointed out to me that The Week Magazine’s cover images are regularly caricatures/sketches of the main events of that week’s news. I know this—I read their print edition every week, and all their previous cover images are available online. But there are two main problems with this argument: (a) why caricature them in a way that makes them so explicitly ‘darker’ and ‘Arabized’ in their appearance? Contrast the way they look on that page with the other white faces on that same page—would anyone say that these men look ‘white’? So why is the caricature done in such a ‘racializing’ way? How is this any different from the more overt media racism that was used by Time Magazine (h/t @sarahkendzior), for example, to make OJ Simpson appear way more menacing? And (b) if The Week is simply trying to put a caricature of criminals who committed mass violence on their cover, then here are the covers for the weeks when Newtown happened, when Aurora happened, and when Tucson happened — where were their ‘racialized’ caricatures of Adam Lanza, James Holmes, and Jared Loughner? How come the ideologies and ethnicities and religions of those particular mass criminals were not profiled?
- And so here is the more subtle consequence: when white criminals are treated as if they are just aberrations, and when white criminals who are Muslim are portrayed as more brown than white not just by The Week but by mainstream propaganda outlets like Fox News, then the problems of white supremacist violence and extremism become hidden, unaddressed. When analyzed carefully, research has shown that right-wing extremism causes more deaths in America than “jihadist” groups. Also, of the terror attacks/plots since 1995 in America, 56% of them were by right-wing extremists and only 12% by Islamist/jihadist groups — and yet the DHS was told to back off reporting on that or on analyzing right-wing violence for fears of backlash from conservative political groups.
So, my main point is that such a willful blindness hurts ALL people.
“Ian Malcolm: From Chaos” by John Larriva on INPRNT
I WANT THIS HANGING ABOVE MY BED.
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Williams proclaimed that “Manning will not be a grand marshal in this year’s San Francisco Pride celebration” and termed his selection “a mistake”. She blamed it all on a “staff person” who prematurely made the announcement based on a preliminary vote, and she assures us all that the culprit “has been disciplined”: disciplined. She then accuses Manning of “actions which placed in harms way the lives of our men and women in uniform”: a substance-free falsehood originally spread by top US military officials which has since been decisively and extensivelydebunked, even by some government officials (indeed, it’s the US government itself, not Manning, that is guilty of “actions which placed in harms way the lives of our men and women in uniform”). And then, in my favorite part of her statement, Williams decreed to all organization members that “even the hint of support” for Manning’s action - even the hint - “will not be tolerated by the leadership of San Francisco Pride”. Will not be tolerated.
I don’t know if Dyke March has grand marshals, but I think Manning should be a guest of honor.
The men who care about women and don’t want to see them abused stress me out and make my life nearly as difficult as those who actually do abuse women.
Fuck patriarchy. Fuck it hard.
Yeah. This. Let me say something about this: Many men who want to be feminist allies because they care about women have their hearts in the right place, but they are often a hassle to deal with regardless. This is, in my experience, because part of masculine socialization is about learning to outsource your emotional labor to other people — particularly women.
What is “emotional labor” and what does it have to do with fighting the patriarchy?
“Emotional labor” is the process of taking raw emotional data (feelings) and processing them into a coherent narrative about why you’re feeling that way — both what caused the feelings and what having those feelings means in the greater overall story of your life. Stories are much easier and more efficient for human brains to deal with than aggregated masses of unanalyzed data.
Growing up, our culture trains us to believe (and act as if) a variety of terribly wrong things are true about men’s feelings: 1. Men simply don’t have them. 2. If men do feel something, it’s a “perception of reality” rather than an internal process. 3. Whatever feelings men do have, they’re bad at dealing with them. 4. Feelings are “women’s work.”
The upshot of this is that, when a normatively-socialized man feels a feeling, his process around it is often something like, “1. I am uncomfortable and I’m meta-uncomfortable about being uncomfortable. 2. My discomfort is evidence that something is wrong with the world (rather than being information about myself). 3. I don’t understand what’s going on or what to do about it. 4. [If he’s fortunate] I’m going to ask someone else who’s good at this stuff to tell me a story about what’s happening.”
Being that surrogate storyteller can be very stressful — especially if the person doing the outsourcing doesn’t consciously realize that’s what he’s doing — for a lot of reasons. For example, I actually don’t know as much about your feelings as you do, so there’s a higher chance that my story about them will be wrong. Raw feelings are explosive and navigating someone else’s emotional landmines is high-stress work. If I’ve been socialized, as many women have, to believe that the emotional well-being of the men around me is my responsibility, then I may experience a personal sense of failure if I can’t tell a story that makes you feel better.
Another danger of having someone else tell you stories about your feelings is that collaborative emotional processing is actually relationship activity. When it’s done thoughtfully and in a conscious, mutually-participatory way, it can be incredibly bonding. But when done poorly, unconsciously or inequitably, it can not only fail to unconfuse you, it can also put your relationship with the storyteller at risk.
In other words: Women are socialized to provide men with free therapy and men are socialized to take advantage of that without realizing it’s happening. In fact, we’re all trained to think of “talking about feelings” as something men occasionally do as a favor to women, rather than something women regularly do for men. You can imagine the kind of problems this unacknowledged symbiosis might cause for men, for women, and for the relationships between them.
So, what does all of this have to do with men being feminist allies?
I think that a lot of men are perspicacious and, when they encounter patriarchal oppression, it (1) feels viscerally uncomfortable. It should. Why wouldn’t it? Some experience this feeling as (2) a perception that “something is wrong with the world” and, especially if they have some feminist analysis, they might perceive it as something bad that is happening to women. All of that is great, sure. But it’s (3) confusing to feel THIS bad about something that’s happening to someone else. So, some men then (4) turn to women for help telling a story about their feelings about patriarchy. Ideally, a story that will make them feel good about themselves!
The upshot of this is that many women, feminist and otherwise, spend a lot of time trying to help men make sense of their uncomfortable feelings about patriarchy. Because women are pretty busy processing our own feelings and because we don’t actually know as much about what men are feeling as they do, the narratives we can construct about why patriarchy is painful for men — both as individuals and as a movement — are best-guesses that don’t always fit in all the right places. We’re also tip-toeing around emotional landmines the whole time we’re doing it, and fearing that if we do it wrong, we’ll be failures and lose friends, lovers, and allies. That’s scary and exhausting.
Like I said, I think many of these men have their hearts in the right place. I’m glad they’re trying. And I’m honestly happy to collaborate on that kind of emotional excavation with them when I have the bandwidth for it. But the only men I actually *trust* as allies, the only ones who I count on to have my back and to bring more resources to the table than they ask to take home with them, are men whose feelings toward the patriarchy aren’t just about WOMEN. Men who got here through doing their own work with their own feelings about their own lives.
I need men to hate patriarchy because of the ways it hurts them. Not the ways it hurts women they love. Not the ways it hurts their relationships, or their ability to have relationships, with women. I can’t trust an ally in a fight this hard unless I can see their driving motivation as something intrinsic to who they are. Gender-variant queer men. Self-respecting male submissives. Fathers trying to raise their children in a rape culture. Boys who don’t want to grow up to be violent. Men who viscerally understand — without anyone else having to tell them a story about it — that their daily lives, deepest loves, and most intimate desires are being wrecked by patriarchy.
I’m fighting for my survival here. I don’t want you fighting for my survival, too; I want you fighting for YOURS. If you think this fight is all about me, that makes me feel like I need to take care of you. Of course, our successes are inextricably intertwined with each others’. But I trust your own tooth-and-nail survival instinct a lot more than I trust your altruistic desire to protect me. Prioritize your own fight FIRST. Then, when I can see you doing that independent of anyone else’s story and get a sense of what you’re made of, then let’s talk about how to pool our resources.
This is particularly hard because men who first-and-foremost rail against how patriarchy harms them are often tagged as “privilege blind” or lumped in with misogynist MRAs or mocked and ignored for asking, “What About The Menz?!” Pop Social Justice rhetoric expects a certain kind of pre-emptive self-effacement from men about how they know the damage they take from patriarchy is trivial compared to what people of other genders experience. But that’s not actually always and automatically true. If it were, this fight would be a lost cause from the beginning.
And we lose powerful allies by insisting that men should never make it about them. ”Allies” who are, in fact, going to keep fighting patriarchy even when they feel confused or unappreciated or hopeless or like it’s hard work or like they’ve done something wrong, because it’s their fight. Instead, we police the borders of our political alliances such that we’re mostly left with those kind-hearted boys who think they’re here to Do Right by Women but who need lots of cookies and reassurance and outsourced emotional labor to keep on doing it. And they’re lovely, the ones who really mean it. In fact, they’re very important. But it’s not enough.
Without archetypes of really passionate, driven, male feminist role models who make the fight against patriarchy personal; without lots of those men around to share their own stories and process and feelings with each other; helping men come into a personal relationship with feminism is actually a net drain on women’s resources. Even when we gain allies among altruistic community-oriented men who care, we still lose ground overall.
So, yeah. Fuck patriarchy very much.
ETA: I think what I’m ultimately trying to get at here is that existing feminist narratives explaining why and how patriarchy hurts men are, on a mesoscopic scale, still women doing men’s emotional labor for them. We’re providing a neat narrative backdrop against which men can, as individuals, more easily process their feelings of discomfort with the patriarchy.
But it’s not as simple as, “Some men are abusive to women and they should stop ‘cause that’s bad. It makes me mad.” And there are so many other interesting, complex, powerful stories about ways that patriarchy has harmed individual men than that one. People need powerful personal motivations to dig deeper into both an awareness of their complicity in oppression and their capacity for resisting it. What that motivation is will be different for everybody. But the work needs to get done.
Woman Photographs Herself Receiving Strange Looks in Public | Petapixel
Memphis-based photographer Haley Morris-Cafiero has long been aware of strangers making fun of her behind her back due to her size. So aware, in fact, that she has turned the whole concept into a full-blown photography project. Titled Wait Watchers, the series consists of Morris-Cafiero’s self-portraits in public in which strangers can be seen in the background giving her strange looks and/or laughing.
The project was born when Morris-Cafiero was working on a separate project titled Something to Weigh. For one of the photos in that project, she snapped a self-portrait while sitting on some steps in Times Square.
After processing the film, she noticed that there was a man behind her making a face at her while being photographed by a female friend. She noticed something similar in a photograph captured just five minutes later at a different location.
Morris-Cafiero then began setting up her camera in heavily trafficked public areas, composing the shots, setting a self-timer, and then stepping into the frame. The camera snaps a photo while she’s doing everyday things (e.g. chatting on her phone or grabbing a bite to eat), and her hope is that the image also captures an interesting expression from at least one passing stranger.
I now reverse the gaze and record their reactions to me while I perform mundane tasks in public spaces. I seek out spaces that are visually interesting and geographically diverse. I try to place myself in compositions that contain feminine icons or advertisements. Otherwise, I position myself and the camera in a pool of people…and wait [#]
The images capture the gazer in a microsecond moment where they, for unknowable reasons, have a look on their face that questions my presence. Whether they are questioning my position in front of the lens or questioning my body size, the gazer appears to be visually troubled that I am in front of them [#]
I have any number of reaction gifs, none of them quite do justice to all the feelings in my chest. It’s been a perfect storm of sucky news, crazy world events, and awful weather. You know how I know it’s bad? I found myself taking walks in the rain. That’s always a bad sign for me, walking in the rain like Patsy Cline’s sulky little sister, brain churning out misery as my boots get damp, striding through puddles.
I’m dragging myself out to go dancing tonight with a friend. It’s not the best or easiest cure, but a dose of soul music and a beer or two tend to take a little weight off.
How are you all doing?