And it's not in the form you might think.
As a male who came of age in California in the '70s and '80s and who had strong females in my life, I never questioned the issue of gender equality. I had been raised in an ERA-conscious environment, with women demanding things like equal pay and equal social treatment, and I completely agreed with them. Then I turned 18, and had to obey the federal Selective Service law, from which my female friends were exempt. That was really my first experience with our American double-standard, and it just got more prevalent once the scope of my perspective was widened. By then, the genie was out of the bottle, and would not be put back.
The statistics are out there for all to see, but I'm not so interested in the percentage of SIDS and infant mortality cases, the percentage of workplace deaths and war dead of which males bear the majority as I am in the attitudes about males I still see in society at large.
This is not about Justin Timberlake getting repeatedly bashed in the crotch in a television commercial, although everyone loves a good crotch shot, right? And it's not about the fact that it's acceptable to portray a female striking a male in a sitcom and people laugh, but to show the reverse would have sponsors under siege. It's about this casual attitude that somehow males are inferior, that we need some kind of training just to become civilized.
Although that's a pretty extreme blanket statement, two things happened recently that made me really examine this issue. Case in point:
1. The media conglomerate that publishes Parenting and Babytalk magazines recently published an advisory on cleaning your newborn (April 2010), which included downright dangerous advice about retracting an intact boy's foreskin to cleanse underneath, quoting a doctor who is a member of the AAP and should know her own professional organization's instructions on the matter (even if they are incorrect as well). Anyone who knows me will know that genital integrity for BOTH genders is a subject about which I am both educated and passionate. I followed the story as the outcry from parents of intact children became a deafening roar, and parenting.com posted a "clarification" which only confused the matter, going back to the original source of the erroneous information. I visited the link to the posting and found on the same page one of those cute little polls that people can take to feel like they're weighing in on something. The poll was (I kid you not): WHO IS THE BEST-TRAINED MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY? And the options were: My Child / My Husband / My Pet.
Wow. I'm sure it was meant as tongue-in-cheek, but I found it pretty insulting to be equated with a pet or a child in terms of "training". Think of how a woman might feel if the poll on a men's magazine website said: WHO IS THE BEST-TRAINED MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY? My Child / My Wife / My Pet.**
At that point it really dawned on me how prevalent this concept is among women I know that men have need of "training", that they are not good enough just by virtue of being themselves, but that they must be changed to fit an external standard. In checking the editorial staff of Parenting and Babytalk, I found all women. It was a surreal moment, and I imagined the set of Mad Men, but with the genders reversed.
2. As I was standing in line at Safeway buying the food for our Saturday Rock Band birthday gathering, I noticed one of the blurbs on the cover of Woman's Day magazine. This declared itself to be "The Man Issue" and promised to teach women how to "get him to do dishes, stay healthy & much more". Let me repeat for effect: Get him to do dishes. Really? Like it might not be a job he does anyway? Or might it simply be a case of asking for help? I showed Raechelle the magazine with a perplexed smile. She winced at the blurb. The female checker said, "I need to get that issue. Mine needs to be trained better." Yep, she said "mine". Her what? Her man? Needs to be trained better? There was a speech boiling up in me but I held it together well. Raechelle offered a defense for boys whose mothers had done everything for them when they were young, and had been programmed that things like washing dishes were "women's work". I still couldn't believe this woman was chuckling and joking about training her man. I just stood there with a quizzical look, saying, "really?"
She finally caught on that I was somewhat perturbed by the magazine cover indicating that men in general were not capable of washing dishes without female intervention, and waved us off. "Awww, get out of my line," she only semi-joked. A man displaying her attitude would easily be labeled a pig.
I know this is a rant, and I know that rants can often come off as wildly strident. I'm not trying to be. What I do hope is that some of the women who are guilty of this mode of thought will realize that most men are good, and that by and large my generation and those following had nothing to do with the gender power structure of ages past. Many of us have been good fathers, single parents, sole breadwinners, and have done remarkably well after being dealt a shitty hand. I am totally in support of gender equity, but that means exactly what it says. I support a woman earning equal salary to that of her male counterpart for the same job done, but I also support a female Selective Service requirement. Equal pay, equal work, equal risk. It mans there cannot be a double-standard, and true equality cannot exist when sexist thinking is still very much ingrained in our culture, on either side. For instance, I would not buy a magazine which had this blurb on the cover: "The Woman Issue - get her to take out the garbage, stay healthy and much more."** It implies she's deficient and in need of training, as well as being incompetent to take care of her own health. And that's a pretty negative statement to make about 51% of the population.
**I've found that simply reversing the gender language of any advertising, television programming or federal law will instantly reveal the presence of a double-standard where it exists.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I'm So Excited
And I just can't hide it.
My new workstation arrived today. A week earlier than expected. It was supposed to arrive on my birthday, but this is even better. Now I can get back to doing my own video post-work.
Yay!
My new workstation arrived today. A week earlier than expected. It was supposed to arrive on my birthday, but this is even better. Now I can get back to doing my own video post-work.
Yay!
Sir Pukes-a-Lot
I don't often share spousal email correspondence in my blog, but I felt this one was worthy of a chuckle. Fellow readers with bulimic cats, I feel your pain...
From: Todd
Sent: Thursday, April 29, 2010 12:56 PM
To: Raechelle
Subject: Sir Pukes-a-Lot
To: Raechelle
Subject: Sir Pukes-a-Lot
Okay, so this is odd. Tom has been sleeping under our covers all morning. Just a few minutes ago, he came out to graze on the few pieces of food left in the bowls. There was virtually nothing in them. Within minutes, he’s retching up a clump-o-spewage in the dining room. Like, a full-on dinner portion. Seriously, WHERE DOES IT COME FROM??
I think this cat has an extra bile duct.
And that’s not the end of it. Elvis came over and ate a good quarter of it before I saw what he was doing and shooed him away. And Tom sniffed at it, then scratched at the carpet as if to cover up his mess. And now he’s sitting in the kitchen by the food bowls, staring at me. Our cats are insane.
xo
hubby
Of course, that kind of thing is pretty commonplace around our house. What was a bit more of a surprise (and I truly don't know why it would be, in retrospect) was when I came into the bedroom to see Elvis had discovered my open camera case. I mused on Facebook whether my new catcorder had a decent zoom.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Rated xx
Those readers who used to follow Rhymes With Drowning know it was primarily my own therapy focusing on widowhood, cancer survival and single-fatherhood (dads represent, yo!). And they also know that things had taken a corner (big time) when I switched to the aptly-named Life 2.0 (and the Blogspot URL I chose for it). About once a week, I find myself fretting over the fact that I don't post as often as I used to. But then I remind myself that things are comparatively great right now, and I don't currently have a lot of deeply personal soul-sharing to be put out into the Intarwebs. Aside from the occasional family news or professional ramblings from the film and/or publishing arenas, I don't have a lot to report during any given week.
However, there is a whole lot of cool and a whole lot of crazy out there that I can share with my readers. This blog is nothing if not eclectic.
To wit: a Facebook friend just turned me on to a band from England called The xx. I'm always up for new music which is artistic and well-composed, and in my heart I will always be a West Coast alternative kid. The xx pulls every single one of my musical triggers.
I absolutely love the pacing of the edit as it repeats with subtle variations every 8 bars. And the payoff at the end is brilliant.
The xx is just one of a slew of recent bands taking a cue from 1980s alternative, which makes me very, very happy.
However, there is a whole lot of cool and a whole lot of crazy out there that I can share with my readers. This blog is nothing if not eclectic.
To wit: a Facebook friend just turned me on to a band from England called The xx. I'm always up for new music which is artistic and well-composed, and in my heart I will always be a West Coast alternative kid. The xx pulls every single one of my musical triggers.
- Alternative, check.
- Male and female shared vocals, check.
- Minimalist yet melodic compositions, check.
- Distinctive bass work, check.
I absolutely love the pacing of the edit as it repeats with subtle variations every 8 bars. And the payoff at the end is brilliant.
The xx is just one of a slew of recent bands taking a cue from 1980s alternative, which makes me very, very happy.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Busy as Bees Doing Sweatshop Labor
A strange metaphor, perhaps, but it seriously seems like someone found the Busy Dial and cranked us up to eleven. What Busy Dial, you ask? I'll tell you.
Firstly, our tenant moved out of the cottage, allowing us to empty both of our storage units and begin Project Studio. Figurative fires were lit under our figurative asses by the imminent arrival of summer vacation for the kids, which means that if I didn't have an actual office to go to work in, I would more than likely get zero work done while the kids were home all day. And more imminently was the visit by my old high school buddy (and co-founder of our experimental college music project, Mozart Air Raid) Gordon and his wife Heather. The great thing about the studio is that it can do double duty as guest quarters, as it has a very comfy (custom-made) pull-out sofa, and is self-contained with a kitchen and bathroom. It ain't big, but it's private and comfy.
The reason for Gordon & Heather's visit to Seattle (from Portland) was a surprise weekend getaway for Heather's birthday (turns out she was born a day after Raechelle, same year even), spurred by the appearance of Florence + The Machine at the Showbox...
[insert all sorts of wacky antics - or "wactics" having to do with digging out last-minute tax records for the accountant]
[also insert Raechelle's birthday, in which she turned 35 and I assured her she was still gorgeous, because I'm good like that]
Now, about F+TM. Raechelle has already put her thoughts to pixels, and it pretty much coincides with my experience. The Showbox was the wrong venue for a theatrical show like Florence, mostly because the stage is in front of an open dance floor, so when there's a large crowd (like for Florence, for example), nobody under 6-feet tall can see anything. In the future, Florence would do well to seek alternate venues like the Moore and Paramount theaters.
Just before the opening act for Florence took the stage, I checked my voicemail to find a message from the accountant. Turns out Raechelle's first-time home buyer status last year + my second-time buyer status + Raechelle's new car + filing married = sweet!
We had a swell weekend, mixing casual hanging out with Gordon & Heather with being productive, including the Barmoire project and some general household organization and tidying. We also had a fun Guitar Night: Special Birthday Edition. Kayleigh brought her friend Lydia, and many strings were strummed. Kayleigh has outgrown her small blue guitar, so she is now borrowing the Ovation acoustic Samantha gave me for my 22nd birthday.
Finishing off the weekend, Raechelle and I went to see The Miss Firecracker Contest, Twelfth Night's Spring production, at Youngstown. It was directed by my stage manager on Deathtrap, and was really well done.
So now we're back to the work week, and I'm juggling several flaming batons at once:
Aaaaand scene...
Firstly, our tenant moved out of the cottage, allowing us to empty both of our storage units and begin Project Studio. Figurative fires were lit under our figurative asses by the imminent arrival of summer vacation for the kids, which means that if I didn't have an actual office to go to work in, I would more than likely get zero work done while the kids were home all day. And more imminently was the visit by my old high school buddy (and co-founder of our experimental college music project, Mozart Air Raid) Gordon and his wife Heather. The great thing about the studio is that it can do double duty as guest quarters, as it has a very comfy (custom-made) pull-out sofa, and is self-contained with a kitchen and bathroom. It ain't big, but it's private and comfy.
The reason for Gordon & Heather's visit to Seattle (from Portland) was a surprise weekend getaway for Heather's birthday (turns out she was born a day after Raechelle, same year even), spurred by the appearance of Florence + The Machine at the Showbox...
[insert all sorts of wacky antics - or "wactics" having to do with digging out last-minute tax records for the accountant]
[also insert Raechelle's birthday, in which she turned 35 and I assured her she was still gorgeous, because I'm good like that]
Now, about F+TM. Raechelle has already put her thoughts to pixels, and it pretty much coincides with my experience. The Showbox was the wrong venue for a theatrical show like Florence, mostly because the stage is in front of an open dance floor, so when there's a large crowd (like for Florence, for example), nobody under 6-feet tall can see anything. In the future, Florence would do well to seek alternate venues like the Moore and Paramount theaters.
Just before the opening act for Florence took the stage, I checked my voicemail to find a message from the accountant. Turns out Raechelle's first-time home buyer status last year + my second-time buyer status + Raechelle's new car + filing married = sweet!
We had a swell weekend, mixing casual hanging out with Gordon & Heather with being productive, including the Barmoire project and some general household organization and tidying. We also had a fun Guitar Night: Special Birthday Edition. Kayleigh brought her friend Lydia, and many strings were strummed. Kayleigh has outgrown her small blue guitar, so she is now borrowing the Ovation acoustic Samantha gave me for my 22nd birthday.
Finishing off the weekend, Raechelle and I went to see The Miss Firecracker Contest, Twelfth Night's Spring production, at Youngstown. It was directed by my stage manager on Deathtrap, and was really well done.
So now we're back to the work week, and I'm juggling several flaming batons at once:
- Writing the proposal for an anti-spam PSA with Dan
- Putting the finishing touches on the Game Master section of Arrowflight
- Making tweaks to the cover of the RADZ hardcover edition
- Working on the OA series pitch materials with Dan
- Storyboarding a music video for Kirby Krackle, which I am directing
- Getting Tyler re-registered for school
- Getting bids from contractors about the Studio (electrical, foundations, etc)
- Awaiting the arrival of my new workstation
- Awaiting the arrival of the high-gain wi-fi adapter for said workstation
- Trying to get the new website up and running
Aaaaand scene...
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Nerdgasm Alert
I don't care if you're a film geek, a sci-fi geek, or just a fan of history. This is very, very cool.
Apparently, in 2008, a film curator in Buenos Aires discovered a negative of Fritz Lang's Metropolis. Not one of the edited-for-general-release dupe negs, but what looks to be the most complete version of Lang's dystopian masterpiece since its 1927 Berlin premiere. This version of a film I dearly love looks to be the definitive one, and I'm drooling in anticipation of its theatrical release this year. Metropolis remains one of the most influential films in all of science fiction, whose presence can be felt in every frame of Blade Runner, Star Wars and The Matrix (among others). I'm so glad we can benefit from the discovery of this previously lost footage.
Apparently, in 2008, a film curator in Buenos Aires discovered a negative of Fritz Lang's Metropolis. Not one of the edited-for-general-release dupe negs, but what looks to be the most complete version of Lang's dystopian masterpiece since its 1927 Berlin premiere. This version of a film I dearly love looks to be the definitive one, and I'm drooling in anticipation of its theatrical release this year. Metropolis remains one of the most influential films in all of science fiction, whose presence can be felt in every frame of Blade Runner, Star Wars and The Matrix (among others). I'm so glad we can benefit from the discovery of this previously lost footage.
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