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I wrote a very long thing about Crypticon, and being a woman, and sexism and misogyny, and UCSB, and fear, and I'm tired now.
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Blogging yaaaaaaaay:

Let us go then, you and I [photo]

Calling out good behavior: Halloween edition

Ferry dock, 10/27/13 [photos]

Guest post: Class, gender, and YA lit [guest post by my mom]

A Feminist's Horror Film Marathon:
Jennifer’s Body
Pair with: Jello shots
Suggested reading: The Sadeian Woman and the Ideology of Pornography, Angela Carter

Pair with: Spiked punch and/or pork chops
Suggested reading: Queen Bees and Wannabes, Rosalind Wiseman
(Secondary reading: “If Men Could Menstruate,” Gloria Steinem)

Rosemary’s Baby
Pair with: Chocolate mousse and a pervasive sense of nausea over Roman Polanski in general
Suggested reading: Our Bodies, Ourselves
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 So I discover that Angela Carter -- she of "The Company of Wolves" and The Bloody Chamber -- wrote a book called The Sadeian Woman and the Ideology of Pornography which sounds completely fascinating, and it's not available electronically ANYWHERE. No pirated PDFs, no Kindle edition, not even excerpts that I can find. It's not in the Seattle Public Library system -- they only have Carter's fiction.

I'll probably go ahead and order a copy from Amazon because this sounds like a book worth reading, but I really wanted to have a look at it before I cited it in this blog post. Oh, well. I'll have to make do with reviews.

... I miss academia. I really should look at graduate programs in the Seattle area; I keep forgetting that going to grad school wouldn't necessarily mean moving again, if I play my cards right. (One of the big mental blocks I have about grad school is the prospect of moving, along with the two biggest mental blocks of "what the hell do I even want to study?" and "how would I even pay for it?" I just like Seattle so much! I'm sure there are other places I would like a lot too, like Pittsburgh or Chicago or -- maybe, if I were studying and didn't have to worry about having to "make it" -- New York, but . . . Seattle!)
adiva_calandia: Me, drinking wine in a coffeeshop, wearing a hipster scarf, wearing a fuzzy hat with wolf/cat ears. (Left Coast girl)

but I am not a maiden fair: what we mean when we talk about "pretty."

This one's a little disjointed, because I was partially writing from a place of interpersonal discomfort. I'm going to come back to the topic; College Roomie pointed out that it's worth discussing the social costs of being not pretty, and I'm sure there's plenty I still need to say to clarify that while I support girls being fem or not fem or punk or grunge or alt or whatever floats their boat, I condemn bullying in any direction, including the common pretty-popular-girl on nerdy-unpopular-girl kind.
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AAAAAH I wrote about 4000 words on the "Not Like The Other Girls" phenomenon and I got like 35 hits on my blog in fifteen minutes.

not a pretty girl, pt. 1
not a pretty girl, pt. 2
not a pretty girl, pt. 3
not a pretty girl, epilogue

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Reading circle poll!

If I were making a video about my issues with Jerry Spinnelli's Stargirl, which I am, would you be more interested in watching it as two shorter videos, one a somewhat in-depth discussion of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope and the other specifically about the book, or as just one video over ten minutes long?

Also, a crowd-sourcing question for people who may have seen more movies than I have: would you say all these rom-coms fit roughly into the "uptight career woman meets iconoclastic guy, falls in love, learns to loosen up and be happy with her man" mold?

The Proposal
His Girl Friday
The Ugly Truth
13 Going On 30

If you have any other or better examples of that trope I would be delighted to hear them, because TV Tropes isn't helping as much as it normally does.

(Ah, man, I ought to talk about Chocolat as it relates to the MPDG trope and the ways in which it both plays it straight and subverts it. Another post.)
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The calculus of femininity: on catcalling, clothing, and the quotidianness of calculating risk.

The first of several posts I'm writing about street harassment.
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Today's blogging/social media:

A tangent on the VMAs, or, a healthy dose of feminist rage for a Monday morning. A friend on Facebook -- a guy I've always liked -- called Ms. Cyrus a "cheap stripper" last night and I regretted not calling him out immediately, so I made it a full blog post.

Alto de Perdon: pictures and thoughts from last year on the Camino.


God, I'm so tired. I feel like I got about four hours of sleep last night.
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This is exactly what my library has been missing.


The study of matriarchy is seen by a lot of feminists as a rather mystical waste of time. However comforting the notion is that thousands of years ago women were in charge and were doing similar (if not worse) things to men to that which men have done to them, it doesn't really address the problems of today (or even the last 1,000 years). [...]

The problem is that once you've delved into all this [women's history pre-19th century] and seen how once again women's history has been mis-represented, there's not a lot you can do with it really. You could try telling the man who won't give you the job because there are no toilet facilities on site for those who sit down to go, that men were but the servers of women amongst the pre-Mycenaean Greeks. It's hardly likely to make him about face and offer you the foreman's job, but it might make you feel a little better.

Our advice is to steer clear of the whole topic. If pushed, comment that Gould Davis said everything there is to be said about matriarchies and ask if perhaps your questioner has ever been to Crete.

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But he seemed so nice: Hannibal, Little Red, and the stories we tell.

On fairy tales and why I'm taking a break from Hannibal for a little while. Some of you have heard bits of this already.

Contains spoilers for the season finale, and for a book that's been out since 1981, so consider yourself warned!
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Another blog rec: man boobz.

One day I will create my own content again. One day . . .
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So there's this guy in the Dramaturgy program. I had a crush on him freshman year because he looks like a cheap knock-off of Joseph Fiennes and sings bluegrass.

Joe Fiennes is better.

A few weeks ago, he was the one who told me about the Ines Sainz controversy, calling me over to show me a picture of her.

"If a woman dressed like this walks into a football locker room," he asked me, "she's asking for any comments she gets, wouldn't you agree?"

"What?" I said. "No. A woman has a right to walk into any environment and expect to be treated with respect."

"Yeah, but I mean, she's a reporter. Do you think those clothes are professional?"

"Maybe not, but that doesn't give people a right to make comments about her. You realize it's -- you're this close to saying 'she was asking for it'?"

He scoffed. "Let's not go there."

This is the point where I decided that I no longer want to have anything to do with him. My opinion was confirmed when, in a class, he dismissed our professor's comment -- our pre-eminent gender and performance studies professor -- as a "Typical feminine response," under his breath. To which I told him "Fuck you," to which he said, "There are fifteen women in this class and just me, I get to play dirty," to which I said "No, you have to behave appropriately no matter how outnumbered you are."

Yesterday he made some comment about women always wanting sex and I said "Ha ha, sex jokes," to which he said "Yeah, I just try to annoy [Adiva] as much as possible."

I think you get the picture, yes?

It looks something like this.

Unfortunately, I am -- was -- in a group with him for a presentation in my Restoration Theatre class. For our presentation today, we decided we were going to propose staging Purcell's The Fairy Queen as a burlesque. We staged a very short scene, so we all needed costumes.

Now, I own a corset. My housemates bought it for my birthday last year. It's a cheap corset with no boning, but it's cute and it'd be appropriate for a burlesque. But -- as I said to roomie -- I don't want this guy knowing I own a corset.

"Yeah," roomie agreed. "Unsafe work environments suck."

And suddenly I realized that this is kind of the first time I've felt that way. I've had to deal with creepers before, including creepy professors, but I never felt like I didn't know how to deal with it. A professor getting into my personal space, I can handle. This guy actively trying to make me mad by making misogynistic comments? I don't know how to deal with that besides tell him, every time he does it, that it's not acceptable. I'm not going to laugh about it anymore.

But I don't think that'll do it.
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I had this conversation twice at the party I went to tonight:

Me: I have to leave, like right now, because it's 11 PM.

Attractive person: You're leaving? That's lame. I'm judging you.

Me: I have to be on a bus downtown at 7:30 so I can escort clients into Planned Parenthood past protestors.

Attractive person: ...

Me: So I have to go get some sleep. :(

Attractive person: That's amazing. Can I give you a hug?

So I feel pretty good about that.


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