Drop Him Like He’s Hot

Anyone who’s claiming the the firing of beltway insiders’ favourite radio bigot Don Imus as a victory against mysogyny is deluded. He may have been canned, but all those beltway journos and sycophantic pols calling themselves liberals who’ joined in with his on-air racist and sexist bollocks are still in their jobs exercising that same ingrained bigotry in everything they do and say, even if not as explicitly as they were given licence to by Imus. Imus was the the yellow tip of a large, suppurating pustule of moral corruption.

No, this is a victory only for the forces of a corporation not wanting to be sued for libel and the desire not to have to pay out millions of bucks.

All the sudden soul-searching abouit appearing on the show by the likes of former shock-blogger Wonkette Ana Marie Cox of Time is just ass-covering from someone seeing which way the political wind is blowing and positioning herself for the new market. That doesn’t mean Imus isn’t scum and should’ve been dropped – let’s face it, when even Snoop Dogg, a self-described pimp who’s no slouch in the misogyny department himself,says in effect that you’re sexist and racist scum, I think that probably clinches it that you’re sexist and racist scum:

Snoop Dogg: Rappers’ Hos Are Different

12th April 2007 11:01:01

Snoop Dogg: Rappers’ Hos Are Different…. Rapper Snoop Dogg has dismissed comparisons between sexist hip hop lyrics and the recent racist remarks made by American radio Dj Don Imus.

Imus was suspended by Cbs Radio and Msnbc on Monday (09Apr07) after he referred to the Rutgers University women’s basketball team as ‘nappy-headed hoes’ – a racially charged sexist term.

Snoop frequently refers to women as “b**ches” and “hos” in his music, but insists Imus’ use of the term was unacceptable and the 66-year-old DJ should be taken off the air.

The Doggystyle star says, “It’s a completely different scenario, “(Rappers) are not talking about no collegiate basketball girls who have made it to the next level in education and sports.

“We’re talking about hoes that’s in the ‘hood that ain’t doing s**t, that’s trying to get a n**ga for his money. These are two separate things.

“First of all, we ain’t no old-ass white men that sit up on Msnbc going hard on black girls.

“We are rappers that have these songs coming from our minds and our souls that are relevant to what we feel. I will not let them muthaf**kas say we are in the same league as him.

“Kick him off the air forever.”

Clever bit of spin there – not only does he manage get his licks in at Imus, but excuses his owm misogyny at the same time. Genius, of a sort, to absolve your own self while condemning someone else for the same fault. But as Joan Walsh of Salon(via Digby) puts it:

I hate the misogyny of some rap music — it’s not all misogynistic — but rappers didn’t invent sick notions of black women as sexual objects in America; those ideas have an old, old history here, going back to the days when the chains black men wore weren’t bling. As I said to Scarborough and Ridley, when we have “Snoop Dogg Country” on MSNBC, and Young Jeezy’s doing the morning drive-time show instead of Imus, then let’s talk about how rappers deserve the outrage Imus brought on himself. In my opinion, hundreds of years of the racist misogyny of white men like Imus and McGuirk are far more responsible for misogynistic rap music than the reverse. And as I type this I’m thinking, is that even up for debate? Fellas, please.

History isn’t an excuise for misogyny in rap but it does add context and meaning.

The only context of the casual hatred expressed by shock-jocks like Imus and Michael Savage, and to a lesser extent even the supposedly squeaky-clean BBC’s very own Chris Moyles, is the arrogant expression of supposed white male privilege and power.

The cult of Imus amongst beltway insiders was always, in my opinion, just so much whistling in the dark by a bunch of timid little white boys scared of a world that’s moving on without them (I hate to make yet another attack on boomers but it seems to me all these people are of a certain age…).

That advertisers dropped MSNBC of their own volition and that there was a revolt by MSNBC employees of all races against Imus’ comments supports the contention: these DJs are preaching to a smaller and smaller demographic as their target audience ages and generations coming up aren’t interested in these dinosaurs of radio and their outdated attitudes any more. They get their political news and jollies online.

Now, about Instapundit and Malkin…

Little Blog On the Prairie

Evil, evil HTML Mencken, for pointing me at this:

Is it safe to let kids read?

We’ve all heard about librarians who don’t want filters to protect children. What about books? Who’s watching the publishers? Greg Smith’s blog notes that recently he looked through a publisher’s catalog at the YA titles and found:

A book on paralysis
A book on death of a parent, alcoholism, and unwanted pregnancy.
A book on death of a parent through cancer
A book on alcoholism
A book on armed assault with a deadly weapon
A book on death of both parents in a car crash
A book on death of both parents in a car crash and an unwanted pregnancy
A book whose catalog copy is vague, but appears to involve at least armed robbery and child abandonment
An historical book on suicide
A contemporary book on suicide
A book on death of a parent and economic hardship
A book on censorship. And sex.
A book on death by accidental shooting (or general stupidity)
A book on child abandonment, alcoholism, and an accident of indeterminate nature (resulting in, possibly, death)
A book on divorce
A book on death of a parent, economic hardship, robbery, and risking death.
Two books on (1960s) sex, drugs, and rock & roll (and therefore, at least metaphorically, death)

I’m glad I read only horse and dog stories when I was a kid (and Laura Ingalls Wilder); a lot of them were sad, but at least they didn’t commit suicide or steal.

I know, let’s build a big bonfire and burn all those nasty seditious, depressing books in a grand conflagration of all that’s icky.

Then, let’s decapitate those nasty liberal publishers in a loving, biblically Christian sort of way and just pop their heads up on a pole outside the church, so everyone can see what dwelling on unpleasantness can lead to.

Then there’ll never be any more bad things, never, ever again and all will be puppies and rainbows.

There, now, isn’t that nicer?

Mind the Gap

‘Sofia Coppola feminism’, and its close relative ‘hipster feminism’ is a phrase being used by some bloggers to describe the phenomenon of the feminism of the privileged – who mean well, but really, they have no idea of the pyramid of suffering that their comfy positions depend on.

Super Babymama, (via Donna) illustrates this and the massive class differences and gaps in perception that still exist between American women in the US, in response to a Pandagon. post by Roxanne on tourism and ‘ugly Americans’.

(Speaking of which, I saw a prime example puking up his guts outside one of my former favourite Amsterdam coffeeshops last week. Yes, it’s spring again. But I digress.)

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I don’t begrudge those with money their money. Depends on how they got it, and except for the very wealthy I’d imagine most people who have saved enough to do a bit of travelling for a week or two probably worked hard for their stuff. So let ’em go on their jaunts.

One commenter, though, said what I’d been thinking:

I don’t usually comment, but this post somewhat bugged me, because it’s written only from the perspective of someone who has the freedom and resources to “acquire” foreign cultures firsthand. Sure, it must be nice to have an illuminating conversation with an Indian woman over breakfast in the Himalayas, but most people in America will never be able to do that, not necessarily because they don’t want to, but because they can’t afford to. Until everyone can afford a trip around the world, “remote control acquisition of culture” will remain the best way to find out about non-American cultures for a lot of people.

Whoo boy! That brought out the middle class defensiveness in some people!

And Amanda said this:

I’m sorry, but your comment aggravated me, seeing as how you are privileged enough to use a computer to make it. Until everyone has that opportunity, I don’t see why you should get on the computer and just comment. It’s very insensitive.

Oh bullshit, Amanda. Just…bullshit. And I suspect you know that was some bull, so maybe you were being post-modernly ironic or something. But then again–well, fuck that.

This “you can’t be too broke or you wouldn’t have a computer/tv/fat belly/car,” business is such tired nonsense. You know as well as I do that not everybody who comments on a blog is doing so from their super-fast deluxe home internets system; lots of people get internet at their jobs. Lots of people use computers at the library. Lots of people had a bit of extra money, one time in their lives, and bought themselves a computer, and just hope that the damn thing keeps working cuz they’ll probably not be able to afford another one any time soon. Lots of people maybe got a computer as a gift. Or their internet access is underwritten by some government program.

The point is that those of us with limited resources, or those of us with no resources, deserve to have those little luxuries that make us happy just as much as the rest of the world. And if we decide to do without this, in order to have that, because having that makes us happy, then fuck you for questioning our right to that little bit of what the middle class has. Perhaps you’d like to see us all pay less rent on our little apartments and team up together, real old-school, five families to a flat and a toilet down the hall. And then we’d be authentically poor enough to spit out an opinion that fucks with your comfort zone.

Well, quite.

Even when at my absolute poorest, a lone parent over my head in debt and late with the rent, I paid for internet access. I got my first computer, a 286, through a very cheap deal and used nearly all my student grant to pay for it; the eventual replacement was bought with a very unexpected small legacy. Through all the late phone bills and cutoffs I kept the connection going because I realised it was important to my and my children’s future that we be computer and and internet literate. It was an investment and it proved a wise one. I have to say that to accuse someone of being insufficiently deprived because they can access a computer may be one of the more condescending, asinine online remarks I’ve read recently and smacks of blinkered complacency.

There are those self-described liberals and feminists who are so smugly enamoured of their own particular copacetic niches in life that they fail to acknowledge the reality of others’ situations and their right to choose how to best employ their own meagre resources to their own and their families’ best advantage.

Equal access to computers and the internet is essential to lift people out of poverty because in this modern global society, to be out of communication, to have no access to digital media, no mobile phone or landline or email address, is to be a non-person, as that exchange so amply proves.

Still, Superbaby Mama is anxious to bridge the divide and in the interest of furthering feminist amity offers the tourists commenting on Roxanne’s post a unique tour of her home town:

[…]

For entertainment we’d have our choice of sitting on the porch and listening to my neighbor’s radio playing salsa, or my other neighbor’s radio playing R & B, or maybe the random hothead behind tinted windows, driving down the street bumping Jay Z.

I could point out the weed house, and its awesome history of having been a weed house for the entire 12 years I’ve lived here. How many nickle bags do you suppose have changed hands on that porch? I could take them on a guided tour of the street memorials that pop up, here and there, sad reminders of gunfights past.

For the horny guys, there’s no shortage of working girls, most of whom have been walking the neighborhood so long they’ve watched my kids grow up. Rosie, Woodie-woo, Cheyenne, Dellia, always good to run an errand for you if there’s a dollar at the end of it. Always good for a blowjob in the front seat of your car if there’s a dime at the end of it.

And before my tourists leave, I’d impart some good old-fashioned local wisdom on them, so they can feel truly enlightened. Something like, “don’t believe that guy hanging out at the gas station who says he just needs 50 cents for a phone call,” or, “the best place to buy arros con gondules is at Pueblo foods over on Holton.” Maybe I’d even let them touch my daughter’s exotic, curly mass of hair, and exclaim over how smart and well-spoken she is.

I think that would be a vacation to remember. Don’t you?

Indeed it would. I’d go further and make it a mandatory six weeks every summer in a poor urban neighbbourhood as soon as the temperature hits 85 degrees and the kids are out of school. That might exercise the empathy muscles a little bit.

The Phony War

If you read nothing else today please read Sara Robinson’s essay at Orcinus about the harassment of Kathy Sierra and the wider issue it raises of the treatment of vocal women online. She posits that the world of online discourse has effectively been declared as another theatre of war by the US Right, and any notions of rules of engagement have, like the Geneva Coventions, been declared quaint and outdated.

This ties in directly with what I posted yesterday about the US government’s attempt to steal the root keys of the whole internet: that there has been an unofficial (ie the pundits have announced it but the government hasn’t – dodging accountability yet again) ‘declaration’ of proto-fascist, imperialist online war by the Right. now they’ve lost the political argument and the facts are against them.

Oh no, what to do? Slash and burn and blow up the ‘battlefield’. As in real life, so online – no virtual atrocity is now considered out of bounds :

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Back in the bad old days, in most Western cultures, abusive men were protected by a sweetheart deal with the rest of society. The line was clear, simple, and firm: Within the privacy of your home, you could abuse the women of your household in any way that pleased you. That was your right as lord of the castle. As long as you kept it behind closed doors, the community would take your word over hers about what happened, and look the other way rather than notice her bruises. A man’s right to abuse women was absolute and protected — as long as he kept it out of the public eye.

But — and this was the catch — if a man abused a woman in public, where other people would be forced to acknowledge the brutality, all bets were off. Once there were witnesses, it became everybody’s business. Of course, the sanctions focused less on the welfare of the victim, and more on society’s perception of the perpetrator: a man who lost emotional control in front of others lost status and deniability (from then on, those bruises might be noticed after all) — and was at risk for losing his job, his money, and his freedom as well.

There was, however, one place this contract didn’t reach. In war zones, even “civilized” men were excused from any accountability for their actions towards women. In wartime, even “civilized” nations have regarded the public rape and slaughter of women as just another act of war.

And that’s what concerns me here. Metaphorically, the Web is analogous to a public street or meeting hall, and most of us adhere to the same social conventions that we’d use in real-world public places. Women may get whistles and cat-calls (which are every bit as annoying online as they are on a city street — and, fortunately, as ignorable as well); but by and large, we reasonably expect that men will let common courtesy govern their interactions with us.

But if you read her blog, it’s obvious that Sierra’s attackers weren’t adhering to anything like the town square behavior code. (To make the point: if a gang of men had surrounded her and threatened her with rape and murder on a city street, she could have called the cops and had them put away for a long, long time.) Instead, everything about these attacks suggests that those responsible assumed they had a war zone exemption, which suspends accountability for even the most extreme forms of violence against women. Which tells me that, somewhere in their minds, these guys no longer recognize the Web as a community, or the women they meet there as legitimate and equal members of that community. Instead, they see it as a battlefield, where violence is the expected norm. In this imaginary war zone, any woman who’s out in public without male escort has already forfeited any claim to dignity or life.

Where did they get this idea? Sierra’s blog was a downhome tech blog, not a political free-for-all. Her readership was largely male, and she’d served them well for over four years. The vast majority of men would never allow themselves to be seen treating a woman (or anyone, for that matter) this way in public; but these guys figured they could brutalize her, in broad daylight in front of hundreds of other people, with impunity. Why?

Most likely, it was because the men who put up the most heinous comments were right-wing authoritarian followers (RWAs), whose high-social-dominance (high-SDO) leaders given them permission to unleash their violent impulses, and encouraged them to direct it toward high-profile female targets. They did it because someone they regarded as an authority figure told them that the community rules don’t apply any more. America is a war zone. The President has told them so. Their leaders have given them the formal go-ahead to behave accordingly. And that has very specific implications for how they’re allowed to treat women they see as standing outside their own in-group.

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Read whole thing

This is an excellent examination of the way in which certain objectified individuals are isolated and attacked as away of building coherence within an in-group. All are united in the five-minute hate.

If I have any argument with this essay at all it’s that it doesn’t acknowledge that this is the kind of behaviour that minority bloggers of whatever gender have to put up with day in, day out. Sara Robinson herself quotes this from Salon:

But it coarsens you to look away, and to tell others to do the same. I’ve grown a thicker skin. I didn’t want skin this thick. And what does it mean that women writers have to drag around this anchor every time they start to write — that we reflexively compose our own hate mail, and sometimes type and retype to try to avoid it? I can honestly say it’s probably made me more precise and less glib. That’s good. But it’s also, for now, made me too cautious. I write less than I would if I wasn’t thinking these thoughts. I think that’s bad. I think Web misogyny puts women writers at a disadvantage, and as someone who’s worked for women’s advancement in the workplace, and the world, that saddens me.

Without wishing to denigrate the experience of women so afflicted I do have to wonder if, had that read ‘minority’ and ‘racism’ in the place of ‘women’ and misogyny’, whether the topic of online harassment would have got half so much coverage in blogtopia (thanks Skippy).

There’s also the question of anonymity and the licence it gives to be considered, though it’s not as though Orcinus hasn’t tackled that or the position of minority bloggers in the past, so these are minor criticisms.

But, continuing the analogy of a unofficially declared online war, this move to intensify the attack on visible women can be seen as just another battle tactic – attacking your enemy where she’s percieved to be weakest.

The Right is too stupid and vaingloriously testosterone-addicted to realise that women are far from weak; the fact that they see us as being so says all we need to know about their paucity of their intelligence sources and the illusory nature of their ‘online war’ capability.

They’re chickenhawks, not only in life, but also online: and like all abusers they should be named and shamed, using every online tool available. You can tell a lot from an IP address.

Attack Of The Mystery Gusset Typist

The Register:

Masturbating woman shakes Michigan Uni frat house
Bushwhacking intruder makes herself right at home
By Lester Haines ? More by this author
Published Monday 2nd April 2007 15:10 GMT

A Michigan University frat house will throw out two couches tainted by a mystery masturbating female intruder who used the furniture for an extended public self-pleasuring session, The Michigan Daily reports.

The woman in question simply walked into Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity house “without permission” last Thursday, “entered the house’s living room, took off her clothes and started masturbating”, according to shaken frat president Dan Nye.

Shocked frat members “asked the woman to leave the house, but she refused and continued masturbating for about half an hour”. When pressed as to whether she felt ok, the beaver-petting stranger “casually replied that she was fine” and even made a quick call on her mobile phone while tickling the taco.

Frat members eventually called police, who arrived just after the bushwhacking stranger had made good her escape “wearing only a thigh-length black coat”. The subsequent police report said the woman had told witneses she was called Melissa and was a student at Eastern Michigan University. She “appeared to be under the influence of drugs”, the report notes.

Nye concluded: “Obviously, she was very disturbed. It was not how a normal person would respond to people.” .

Now if it had been the U of Wisconsin I might’ve hazarded a guess at the intruder’s identity.

But why are the sofas tainted? Is it because she leaked, or do they just have invisible woman-wank cooties on them?