So, Did Anything Happen While I Was Away?

I’ve been on holiday for a month from blogging, and other than having been tangentially caught up in a bomb scare I’ve spent all my time in the garden. I needed to get some perspective and anyway, just look at my lilies – which would you say was the more productive occupation?

Lily closeup June 08

But my month is up today so I suppose I’d better get back to the post factory.

The post factory

Not that anyone will either notice or care until I post something freaky and/or kitten-related or a cult comedy clip.

Then 2 weeks later it’ll turn up on some big-traffic blog with no attribution…. but no, I’m not going there. There’s enough blogger obsession, resentment and self-pity about already; if you could rewire the backbone to run on blogger bitterness you’d have a self-powered internet.

What the reader of this blog wants to read about is not what I think about Gordon Brown. Nope, our reader wants pimped up hermit crabs, plus a sprinkling of gossip about dancing queens and prominent people’s blatant hypocrisy and corruption – and plenty of babies dressed as lobsters.

Lobster baby

Anyway, surely there’s more ill-considered political opinion than anybody could ever use from dull, middle-aged bourgeois nobodies in the Guardian’s comment pages, without me adding to it.

I may be too late already, but I don’t want to turn into of those pits of UK leftist blog introspection written by a fiftyish misanthrope in an empty room late at night, wanking over Westminster and the minutiae of the SWP’s alleged historical perfidy and consequent entire responsibility for the collapse of the Left, while the world passes on by and the country slides into petty tyranny of the worst kind.

Too many British left blogs, matter how highbrow, are just circle jerkis for those frustrated, fiftyish former Red Wedgers who now can’t afford to fill up the Mondeo, who feel guilty because they know it’s their own fault for abandoning actual politics for insular wankery and who vent their resulting spleen by bitching at each other on the internet – and who consider that political activism.

But enough with the meta. Less of the introspection. more of Teh Cute. It’s what the internet was invented for.

If You Book It, They Will Come. (Arrive, Attend)

Craig Brown in the Telegraph on what horrors might emerge from a conference of pedants :

… A cry of horror erupted in the hall. “I must ask the gentleman in the beige cardigan to leave the hall,” said the Chairman. “We cannot sanction a split infinitive.”

“I refute your suggestion that this is a cardigan,” retorted the offending gentleman. “A cardigan buttons, or, if you will, unbuttons, to the waist. This garment buttons only a quarter of the way down, to just above the chest. So it is not a cardigan in the strict sense of the word, but a jersey, even though that aforementioned island is not, strictly speaking, its country of origin.”

There followed a heated discussion over the speaker’s use of the word refute: some thought he meant deny, while others believed he would have been better off employing – or at least using – confute.

“On a point of information, Chairman.” The speaker was a woman with a bun in her hair, by which I mean not a woman with a small, sweetened bread roll or cake (often with dried fruit) in her hair, but a woman whose hair was drawn into a tight coil at the back of her head. “On a point of information, I must point out that, in the original novel, Frankenstein was not, as is commonly supposed, the monster, but rather the inventor of that monster.”

A murmur of approval swept – metaphorically – around the room. We pedants always appreciate being reminded of the F-point, even if it hasn’t been raised. “May I also add,” continued the woman with the bun, “that, contrary to popular misconception, King Canute was only too well aware that he could not hold back the tide.”

“Your statement did not require that superfluous ‘also’,” interjected the Chairman, “for it means ‘in addition’: if you say ‘May I also add’ you are, in effect, saying ‘May I add add’. I’m not sure that this was what you meant to infer.”

“Imply! Imply! Imply!” The entire hall – or, at least, all those contained within it – chanted at the Chairman. He left in tears, knowing as well as anyone that the incorrect use of the word “infer” has always been a resigning matter.

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PedantCon sounds like something SF fandom would turn out in force for, if they could ever agree on whether it were a con, a symposium or an AGM.

Undeserving Causes

One piupiu who won't get a Guardian gig

If someone gave you a blog in a national newspaper, what would you do? Would you use it to write about a political issue you care about? Or would you use it to ego-trip, write about yourself and to attack your detractors under a pseudonym, encouraging your friends and family to do the same?

I ask because I’ve come across something that neatly illustrates the points about class, privilege and media access made by so many in that feministe thread I blogged about yesterday. {see previous].

The pseudonym piupiu in the comments caught my eye :

piupiu says:

April 11th, 2008 at 2:49 pm – Edit

the thing that i liked about blogging, when i was really into personal blogs about 3 years ago, was that often i was reading someones blog for months even before i figured out what colour they were. for me, it was a really democratic way of getting insights into loads of different viewpoints and lives and backgrounds.

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That name, piupiu, had already recently crossed my radar several times elsewhere.

That brings up a topic I was determined not to blog about, so as not to give it and them the oxygen of publicity, which is the Guardian Comment is Free section’s hiring of the dedicatedly self-publicising and equally dedicatedly untalented Fowler twins Ruth and Claire as bloggers, apparently because a] They’re young] b]They’re white c]They’re female and goodlooking d] They went to Oxbridge, oh and did we say they’re goodlooking and they’re twins, oo-er, and one was a stripper once, nudge, nudge? Cor, posh totty, that’ll get the hits up.

It’s a complete mystery to many Guardian readers and commenters how else they got the gig.

Can you think of any good reason why a supposedly intelligent and well-regarded left of centre newspaper would hire the writer of this solipsistic twaddle?

I started to think of feminism more when what I was doing in life became unconditionally anti-feminist. I was grinding cock for a living in a strip club, getting my tits out – c’mon, there’s no way around it. I was even more the antichrist for feminists. And suddenly I was heralded as a Messiah for Modern Women! Women, it seemed, felt oppressed and desexualised, and what I was doing was “unleashing my sexuality” and “expressing myself as a female”. There I was thinking what I was doing was making a quick buck and garnering some interesting stories along the way, and all the time I was illustrating that the cause of feminism had actually been about choice all along – and if you as a woman wanted to be an objectified commodity, you could go and do it.

Or this:

A friend of mine said wistfully the other day: “Politically I’m on the left, but Tories are so much more fun to hang out with. They laugh at themselves, they don’t cloak their prejudices in psychobabble, and they don’t tell me I can’t have an opinion or care about an issue because I went to private school, I’m white and my family’s well-off.” Anna felt uncomfortable, she said, hanging out with her leftwing friends who made her feel guilty for her “decadence” in having a hen night consisting of a meal and a few drinks. Her best friend, a Cambridge-educated lawyer, had pointedly avoided this, and spent her hen night planting trees in the countryside, before going to the (organic, local produce) pub with a clear conscience.

All her posts are like that.

So far I’d been treating the glorious invective in the comments to their terribly-written, self-obsessed posts as my own personal source of fun, determined, as I said, not to give them any more publicity.

Commenters had already debunked Ruth Fowler’s claims to be a working-class comprehensive girl with gusto and pretty much filleted her posts too:

AllyF

Comment No. 1234907

March 30 15:07
GBR

“I’ve read the books, studied feminism’s history, seen the glossy pics of mutilated vaginas in Marie Claire magazine. The problem is, it just doesn’t affect me.”

Ruth, in these two sentences you reveal exactly why you are certainly *not* a feminist. I’m not sure if by ‘affect’ you mean ‘it doesn’t create any emotional reaction in me’ or ‘it has nothing to do with me and my life’ but either way, the root starting point of any movement for justice (and I for one would include feminism in that) is making common cause with the victims of injustice.

I don’t think it even requires a shared identity. I’m male and consider myself a feminist (although I know some feminists would exclude me, different argument.)

When I read about systematic brutalities such as FGM; when I read about mass rape being used as a weapon of war; when I read about the legal system’s wholesale failure to address paltry rape conviction rates; even when I read about mundane injustices in the workplace and payroll, then I *am* affected. I am affected enough to speak up about my anger, get involved, try to find some way to make a difference.

I would never condemn you for your former line of work and fully believe every woman has the right to do whatever she wants with her life and her body. That’s not part of the equation. But anyone who just doesn’t give a shit about injustice against women is, de facto, no feminist.

There. I hope I’ve solved your existential crisis

Then, what a co-incidence, her similarly untalented, yet equally attractive and Oxbridge twin Claire also turned up with her own Guardian blog and in defiance and disregard of all blog civility (such as it is) both Claire and Ruth regularly visited up in each others’ comments to roundly abuse their critics, sometimes as themselves but often using sockpuppets.

The trouble is they’re crap at sockpuppetry too. From details dropped or even direct allusions made it’s easy to tell who is who.

One of those sockpuppets is piupiu, aka feministe commenter aka Claire Fowler.

So when this secret stalwart of the comments sections of the popular feminist blogs gets a platform in a national paper, does she use that opportunity to write an informative and impassioned piece about her “…insights into loads of different viewpoints and lives and backgrounds” as she boasted about at feministe?

Does she buggery. She writes a horribly dated, Daily Mail circa 2001, asinine piece about googling her own name:

Me and me and me

It may be vanity, but Googling yourself can be a disconcerting experience. Especially when your namesakes seem to be doing rather well
Claire Fowler
April 13, 2008 11:00 AM

I Google myself incessantly. Most days. Definitely once a week. Yes, I know it’s a hideous vanity, but there you have it.

I don’t give a flying f*** about my namesakes, except to bestow upon them my mental wrath at their infrequent existence at the top of the virtual foodchain. These Googlegängers seem to be doing rather well. There’s a borough council’s housing options manager, an associate dean at Princeton University, some Bebo bimbo (but we won’t talk about her, except to confirm she ISN’T ME!), and then my favorite. The doctor specialising in the neurology of the bladder and sexual dysfunction. The last one is especially interested in something rather nasty (sexual dysfunction and urinary retention in young women – otherwise known as Fowler’s syndrome).

Groundbreaking stuff.

A platform in a national and international online publication is something many more seasoned and talented writers deserve than the Fowler twins. To see them, and Claire particularly, use their privileged access to a national and international readership for the purpose of mere ego-wanking, while posing privately – unless I’m very much mistaken – as a concerned feminist in the comments section of an actual feminist blog, that makes my blood boil.

It’s no crime to be young, gauche and self-regarding but this is arrogance and egotistical hypocrisy. This is what the Guardian wants in its writers these days? Not so, they say

Social justice has always been at the heart of our journalism and we will consistently give a voice to disadvantaged communities around the world most affected by climate change.

Uh, huh sure you will – disadvantaged people like the Gogartys and the Fowlers..

Shame on the Guardian for their cynicism in hiring these two, particularly in light of the Gogarty fiasco. Unfortunately given the pair’s undoubted talents for self-promotion, as with Gogarty I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of them in future.

Plagiarism, Appropriation, Personality and Politics

The presidential primary is forcing existing tensions on the US left to a high pitch of twang.

The campaign is forcing an intense bout of self-examination and blood-letting in the already incredibly self-referential and self-obsessed US feminist blogosphere – and now in addition to the increasingly vicious Clinton /Obama divide there is a new rupture. Pandagon blogger and now popular speaker and author Amanda Marcotte, who is white and from Texas, has been accused of intellectual appropriation and even plagiarism by a group of women of colour bloggers, with some apparent justification.

She’s being criticized for having been commissioned to write an article on immigration for Alternet while failing to point to any of the work that’s gone before on WoC blogs and sites that have dealt extensively with immigration as a feminist issue. Some have gone so far as to allege plagiarism.

One blogger, the much respected writer, blogger and campaigner Brown Femipower, has quit blogging over the furore: many of her peers, who have also been doggedly influential in opening up an overwhelmingly white, male US-centric blogosphere to women’s voices, and women of colour particularly, are incensed that their work has, as they see it, been stolen. Holly at feministe has all the background links:

Half of you have read about this already and I’m the other half would really like to know what happened. (Hat tip to belledame for pointing me to a good summary… and be sure to follow the other links from that post. And also these more recent ones.) From what I understand, BFP does not want to be at the center of this maelstrom; that’s part of why she’s removed herself, and I respect that. But this is out there now, it touches on many things that need discussion badly, and the silence of a blog like Feministe saying nothing is a little too loud of a statement for my gut. So here we are.

Many WoC bloggers understandably see this alleged plagiarism as business as usual – white person rips off black person’s work and takes credit; the old, old story. That it’s a self-described fellow feminist and progressive doing it makes it all the more painful, but really, at bottom whoever it is almost irrelevant – what is important is that the class and race inequalities of wider society are being mirrored online. The meta-issue is that people have had their voices and work appropriated far too often and they are not going to take it any more – now is the time to draw a line.

It is becoming a litmus test for progressives online and off. Holly at feministe again:

If you go look at some of the other posts cropping up about this incident, there’s a theme of investigating “the facts.” Who was where on which date, when did this or that get written, who had prior knowledge of what other writing? And so forth.

I understand the desire to try to establish individual wrongdoing or innocence — to try and prevent the same thing from happening again, whatever position you’re taking. But as I have tried to say at length before, I think the discussion of individual guilt often distracts from the bigger picture of racial injustice. I don’t care if there was actual plagiarism or a more abstract kind of plagiarism, if one writer did or didn’t get an idea from a conference or from another writer. What I care about is that when white feminists undertake to write about the issues of women of color — such as immigration, which is clearly a massively race-infused issue — they should do so in solidarity with women of color. In ways that give political voice to women of color, to immigrants, to those whose voice is generally not heard as loudly.

When any of us have a soapbox, an opportunity to get up and talk, we must continue to stand by those who aren’t called on. If you want to consider yourself an anti-racist or a white ally to people of color — if you want anyone else to consider you those things — then it behooves you to swim against the current. If everyone did, perhaps the tides would turn, even if it was just in our corner of the blogosphere. And sometimes all you have to do is simply call out the hard work of another woman who went before you, who has paved the path that you’re walking down with research and ideas and words and strong feelings. All you have to do is cover your bases, pay your respects, and make sure you can’t be read as trying to take sole credit.

Fair enough. But global is also local and personal and Amanda Marcotte, understandably having made a name for herself as a feminist blogger of note, sees the accusations as a deliberate and malicious attempt to ruin her career. From the comments to the same post:

Amanda Marcotte says:

April 10th, 2008 at 9:44 pm – Edit

I’m not sure if I’m hurt more by scurrilous accusations about my intellectual honesty, or the assumption that I’m too stupid to make connections myself without someone holding my hand. What I do know is that the number of grad students and people holding multiple degrees involved in this shows that we’re talking a group that knows that setting out to destroy someone’s reputation as sport is deeply fucking wrong. Deeply. Fucking. Wrong. Unethical to an extreme.

I think that that excerpt from her many comments to that post’s a fair summation of her position. Full disclosure: I spent a very brief time with Amanda when she visited Amsterdam. I liked her; she came over as bright and clever, a nice if somewhat politically naive American and no more careerist or ambitious than any other modern young American woman I’ve met. But at least she made the effort to find out about other lives and other realities; so many of her peers don’t.

But then again, she had something many of her blogging peers didn’t and which has given her a big headstart in her career; an established blog and an established voice to take over.

Pandagon was of the original big blogs of the baby blogosphere, one of the first big wave, and it was started by two male writers, Jesse Taylor and Ezra Klein[See comment below]. Amanda was orginally a guest blogger then began blogging permanently, while Jesse and Ezra eventually left the blog for other careers; Amanda claimed the blog, had a post noticed by Playboy, was picked up (and equally swiftly dropped) by the Edwards campaign and now Pandagon is Amanda Marcotte. It’s a brand, and its commenters a demographic golden nugget. But a brand can be damaged and no wonder Amanda is fighting back tooth and claw.

Feminist writers who become successful will always walk a knife-edge. They are convinced that they are building their career on talent and ideas but they succeed because they are what the establishment wants to hear, the acceptable voice of dissent. Lookit the cute, feisty feminist! But then again, you have to live and if you can make a living by your opinions and your writing, while spotlighting injustice and oppression, then why shouldn’t you? Or so goes the argument.

They say plagiarism, she says influences, but both sides are arguing from clashing premises. The accusers are arguing for an academic standard of intellectual rigour, morality and honesty in online discourse which I suggest is unreasonable; such rigidity does not necessarily translate to the world of modern cross-platform publishing, which wants more content, more, more, and damn the hindmost. There is also an argument to be made that if a writer were to acknowledge every political influence ever, then each piece would be so overburdened with footnotes and acknowledgements as to be unreadable.

But Amanda is not just a celebrity woman blogger but a speaker-at-conferences, a public progressive, a personality, if only minor, who holds herself out as a voice for the oppressed and her personal success is inevitably built on the experiences of others. This is not the first time she’s been accused of hijacking others experience for her own career either. It has become something of a career leitmotif.

At very least it can be said that Marcotte is interposing herself, unwanted, as the editorial filter and interpreter of others’ work and experience; because of her ethnicity doors have opened for Amanda that would slam shut in the face of others and because what she writes is filtered through the same class and race consciousness that informs much of modern culture, then what she says and how she says it is much more acceptable to the ear of the white public, which is really all the publishers and advertisers are bothered about.

She has little control over that, though; it’s not her fault she fits the commercial zeitgeist so well, but she could at least acknowledge that. Anxious Black Woman makes the point perfectly:

To me, the other part of this white privilege is the simple fact of mainstream media choosing to render our knowledge meaningless, marginal, “too angry,” as others have said, and a host of other “problems,” while our white counterparts receive the welcome mat and easier access to journals, newspapers, and publishers. For example, why is Stuff White People Like, which I believe just started this year, already getting a book deal (I got this news from Professor Black Woman – can’t find the direct link) when the rest of us, who have offered the same critiques of whiteness (although I’ll admit that blog is hilarious and could see the mainstream appeal) keep getting editors at publishing houses who say they don’t want to “regurgitate” what we’ve already written on our blog, so any book deal we get had better be “original” and “not yet published”? I do think the publishers have a point, but I’m wondering if the author of SWPL received the same criticism, or is it just the very appeal and “marketability” of white people that gives the author access to publishing? Not to mention that, although the blog critiques whiteness, it is still by its very nature a promotion of said white culture and is therefore more palatable for the white supremacist society that chooses who to promote and who to ignore.

I’m using that one example to suggest that the same sentiment perhaps guided Alternet to publish Amanda Marcotte while ignoring BFP, who not only has kept the issue of immigrant women’s rights at the forefront of her blog but has also provided the groundwork for such so-called “progressive whites” to sift through and downright steal from. The very politics of her access to publishing in a mainstream site is problematic, but to then fail to cite and LINK back to BFP is just the worst forms of silencing.

It seems to me that Marcotte is a symptom as much as a cause: but she has committed two particular sins. She’s failed to sufficiently openly acknowledge the influence of other women and writers of colour on her own work – and worse, she has failed to hold the door open for them to follow her through. In that she fits the pattern of almost every prominent political woman on the broad US left so far. Can you blame those shoved aside, yet again, for being angry?

It’s not so much about who has the loudest voice or platform – or even about the scrabbling to get it, or personalities, though both are factors – but more about who gets chosen to have the loudest voice and about who does the choosing.

This apparently minor split amongst feminists isn’t minor at all. It’s another front in the larger war for the soul of the progressive left in America and consequently of the Democratic party and of a potential future presidency. Revolutionary or reformist? Inclusive, or supportive of continuing privilege?

In any battle of ideas there is bound to be collateral damage; I’m not happy to see a fellow feminist under attack and it’s hard enough for a clever and opinionated woman to earn a living, but sometimes, as belledame so pithily points out in riposte to Amanda’s above comment, sometimes politics is about more than one person.

[Edited to correct my crappy English and to better reflect reality]

Why I’m Not Blogging The Democratic Primaries

For a start, there’s plenty going on the rest of the world. It’s not all about you, you know.

But my other main reason for my having barely blogged about the Democratic primaries is nicely encapsulated in this post, which comes from eRiposte via Lambert at Correntewire:

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To me, the 2008 Democratic primary campaign is a watershed event in the history of the progressive blogosphere. It has revealed that some of the alleged “progressive” bloggers are fundamentally no different than the media and the deranged right-wing bloggers they have long claimed to detest. The Trina Bechtel incident is the “crowning” event on a sickening trend in this election campaign – where Gore was replaced by Clinton and the “media” was supplemented by an influential portion of the allegedly “progressive” blogosphere. I can easily see an entire book being written on the work of these jokers who have turned the credibility of the blogosphere to dust because of their Clinton-hatred. There used to be a time when bloggers like Glenn Greenwald and Atrios used to write again and again about how the right-wing blogosphere was almost always wrong, especially in their attacks on Democrats. Today, it is clear that such blog posts could equally well be written about a prominent section of the formerly “progressive” blogosphere.

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I don’t even have a vote. There’s no way I’m dipping a toe into that pool of acid.

Accusation, counteraccusation, venom, and bile is the current flavour of much of the formerly diversely opinioned (but mostly united in wingnut-hatred) US progressive blogosphere; but it’s not not aimed at the opposition but turned almost entirely inwards, against each other. .

So many chances lately to really nail those evil fuckwit Republicans but they’ve fluffed them; meanwhile the Bush administration’s slowly unraveling by the day. The inner circle is reduced to Petraeus and Bush. Soon it’ll be just the Chimperor and his dog. Nemesis is on the way for the Republicans and they know it – most are engaged in frantic shredding and last-minute nest feathering and othewise couldn’t give a shit what happens next, just as long as it’s someone else’s problem.

They’re so sure the game is up that they’ve nominated John McCain, an unbalanced, nasty old man, as president – a man that even they loathe. So toxic is he, notwithstanding his warhero status that many republicans will vote for Clinton instead, should she win the nomination. But even wit an easy target like McCain all the blogospheric Obama and Clinton partisans can do is snipe at each other. The rest of the world can go hang, unless they’re photogenic Tibetans.

Of course it’s crucially important which candidate is chosen – but by the time they finally do choose (or have the choice made for them – so much for democracy) they may well have torn themselves apart or have handed the election to this man:

That would be a disaster for the whole bloody world, not just US Democrats.