Sunday 25 April 2010

so... how do people feel about vagina cupcakes?

Personally, I really don't care what cake looks like as long as I get to eat it. Anyone who has spent five minutes with me will confirm this. Other people seem to be quite inspired by the sight, creating amazing new adjectives like 'vaginadorable'. Also, I hadn't been aware of muppets' genitals... I guess it does make sense. Check out the comments thread here.

Also, note the necklace that someone posted in the comments. How do yo feel about that? I can't find it now, but I once came across a website selling customised vagina pendants. They actually modelled them after photos their customers sent them. So you can wear your own genitals around your neck. Or give them to a loved one. I didn't quite get it, it was supposed to be empowering (I guess). How exactly a disembodied vagina around your neck would have that effect is beyond me. Oh well... each to their own.


image via jezebel.com

Again, there is much that could be said about the visual representation of female sexuality. But I'm busy with my dissertation proposal, so I'll leave it to your imagination for the time being.

sex sells... books.

I wish I could browse this enticing retailer's shelves. It's one of these things that would never have come to my mind before I saw them. Is it really as bad as it looks? Is it worse? Do they sell porn in the left store and gardening manuals on the right? Is the women's section actually pretty much the same as the men's section, plus a few hundred insufferable romance novels with pastel coloured cover designs and a couple of first ladies' biographies? Do both sides sell standard works on military history and the financial crisis? Do both sell A brief history of time and Anne Frank's diary?

Even for the people whose world view this mirrors - would it be so bad to shop side by side with the mysterious other? It reminds me of unnecessarily genderspecific toilets and annoying books that just won't go away (think: Men are from mars...). I wish I could write an eloquent post about capitalism, stereotypes, stupid dichotomies, education and public spaces of consumption. But I'm tired, so I'll just share the picture with you and see what you think.



Picture courtesy of Anika (a friend who suffered many a boring lecture by my side in undergrad and, on good days, eloquently formed her despair into poetry that still adorns the walls of my old room). Taken in downtown Nashville, Tennessee.

P.S.: If you saw a shop front like this, which side would you check out first? Would you browse both or only one? Would you have a good laugh and go buy your books somewhere else altogether? Do you think they have different criteria for employing staff in the two sections? How does Nashville feel about genderqueer people?

Tuesday 13 April 2010

Capitalism and gender: would you pay £30,000 for the sex of your baby?


In the Guardian last weekend, there was an article on selecting the sex of your prospective baby. It's illegal in Britain, and according to the article people are spending £25,000-£30,000 on going to abroad for the treatment - that's a fair bit more than the average yearly wage in Britain. What on earth is going on?

These parents are “desperate” to have children of a particular sex. They talk about getting “sick of walking past Baby Gap and seeing these little girl outfits and just getting this pang.” It's interesting that gender is couched mostly in terms of consumption – later in the article there's a description of the bedroom of twin girls born due to sex selection (unsurprisingly, it's pink and frilly). The emphasis on consumption (rather than other gender markers such as, say, the sort of activities one might traditionally do with a child, or behavioural traits) is presumably down to the kind of people who can afford to do this – that is, the very rich – and points to some interesting avenues of analysis around gender and capitalism. What does it mean if gender is a kind of consumption? How might that link into the way that the “pink pound” has redefined sexuality?

The rich parents used as examples are, basically, bosses, and their attitude is not just down to consumption, but also to the way that has made them relate to the world: “Susan says, 'I used to be a CEO of a company... So you can imagine coming from that mindset and having a baby in your body, and your baby holding a secret and you don't know? In the nicest possible way, I needed to know.'” As an illuminating contrast, another (very different) prospective mother, who chose not to find out the sex of her child, says “If I knew, I would have projected a whole future for him or her. I'm excited about that lack of control.” This is getting closer to the heart of the matter: these parents are setting themselves up to define their children. The article rightly points out that sex selection is very much for the parents' benefit. What it doesn't go into is how that relates to capitalism, consumption, and (neo)liberal ideas about choice.

Although the article describes the extreme genderedness that ends up being forced on the children, it doesn't elaborate on what this might mean other than this attitude of trying to control the child, “chipping away at their uniqueness”. It mentions several reasons why people object to sex selection, some of which are salient (the missing girl babies of China and India) and some, um, less so (“the intrinsically virtuous course of nature” and “divine will”). But what is motivating this urge to control? And what is it, specifically, that they are trying to control? Obviously, it's not simply a case of control-freakery in choosing one or the other gender, but a reinforcement of the gender binary itself. Well, it seems glaringly obvious to me, but remarkably they manage to avoid any kind of critique of gender essentialism. The idea that any child should have all possibilities open to them, regardless of gender, is skirted round in a more general discussion of the parent/child relationship, and it's frustrating that they get so close to that sort of much-needed critique and still manage to un-gender it. There is no discussion of the possibility that people should be able to mix together gender traits, to switch around as they like, which is worrying given the heightened reinforcement of gender – in a gender essentialist society, that's tricky already, but if parents have spend £30,000 making you a girl, what are they going to say if you want to climb trees and refuse to wear dresses? What on earth are they going to say if you turn out to be trans? Making the sex of a child so important that it's worth £30,000 puts incredibly restraining limits on possibilites. It's frustrating that despite all the potential, an article like this can just... miss out the fact that capitalism and sexism (in the broadest sense of the term) cut out whole swathes of possible ways to be.


(picture courtesy of Sharon. I still like climbing trees!)


Thursday 8 April 2010

date rape is spectacular, according to kiely williams.




Dear Kiely Williams,

We need to talk. Your new single disturbs me in so many ways, I don’t know where to start. Tastes differ and I understand that you have to compete with a lot of flesh and glitter on TV, so there is no need to discuss your outfit or your taste in music. But seriously, sister, what’s the deal with your lyrics? Been acting out some rape fantasies lately? Trying to impress the boys’ club?

I won’t question your flirting strategies (he was tall and he was buying, so I gave him a trying), but girl, what happened next? (what was I drinking, I can’t believe I blacked out, last I remember I was face down, ass up, clothes off, broke off, dozed off, even though I’m not sure of his name, he could get it again if he wanted, cause the sex was spectacular). Oh, was it? That seems to be just about the only thing you’re sure of about that night. (you can call me a slut but what he did to me last night felt so good). Honey, I wasn’t going to call you a slut in the first place, maybe you need to find yourself some new friends who don’t discriminate against you because of your healthy sex drive. But that’s a different story. So you’re not sure what went on but you seem to have had a good time, that’s great, more power to you, though personally I don’t quite follow how you had such an amazing time being half-consciously dragged around by this mystery superman. (I must have been on drugs, I hope he used a rubber, or I’mma be in trouble). Ok, Kiely, this is where you lost me. Apparently you aren’t too bothered with consent issues, but you also risked your health and safety (pregnancy is really the last thing you should be worried about at this point), and you thought it was SPECTACULAR. Well, Kiely, I think it was SHIT.

You’re younger than me, but you’re old enough to know you have a responsibility for the messages you choose to send. Your little fairy story seems to have a good ending (here’s to hoping the medical check-up will, too, if you ever care to get one). But this could have gone so very, very wrong. Just to be clear, in MY mind it’s pretty horrifying already. You were possibly drugged and raped, all of this probably without any protection, and your biggest worry is whether your friends will think you’re a slut. I’d very much like to shake you, just to make sure you’re awake now, while you’re singing about this. There are many young women out there who will hear your song and be absolutely horrified because something similar happened to them and they didn’t find it the least bit spectacular. They might feel this kind of thing happens to everyone and everyone else loves it and there is no point in talking to the police about it. There are even more young women out there who will hear it and think this sounds like a sure way to have mind-blowing sex. Last but not least, there are also young men out there who will think your lyrics are a brilliant justification for date-rape, after all, you liked it so much, you’d do it again. No wait, you’d let HIM do it again, because you really had no part in this, you had passed out. Girlfriend, this is really not cool.

Maybe this was all just a misunderstanding and you’ll prove to me soon that you’re not that brainless and irresponsible at all. I can’t wait to hear your next single, ‚Open my legs, tell my what ya think’, scheduled for release later this year.

Respectfully,

Alva

Wednesday 7 April 2010

fancy a load of clichés over breakfast?

I resolve to become more intelligible by shutting up around women and offering to have sex with every man I see. If you don't identify as either - give me a call! There's a chance we might have an actual conversation.