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Apr. 18th, 2009

idril - blue

Wishing...

Even as a child I was skeptical...

I have a note that is addressed to God, that asks him to send me a picture of Heaven. I wrote a letter to the tooth fairy asking for her phone number. My parents answered with the quaint 555-TOOTH. I was too young to realize this number wouldn't even work.

Likewise... when I used to wish on stars.... I would wish to be Queen of the Universe. Not because I really wanted to be Queen of the Universe, but because it was so outlandish and unlikely, that the only explanation for it would be that the star's magic had made it so.

My strong point is not faith... not in superstitions, myths, or people. This is not to say I don't give people the benefit of the doubt. I learned you had to, just to function in the world. Yet when it comes to something important.... I want to see the evidence first.

And if you say something about me, I want to know what made you think that. If you say, "Whitney, you are so X.." I am going to want to know the specific actions that I have done that have led you to believe that I am X. It's not me fishing for compliments. I just want the proof.

Apr. 17th, 2009

Wow..

So I have been a slacker with my LJ, preferring the escapist World of Warcraft. For those who don't know, I have a rogue and a druid (Horde of course). Thus, I was excited about patch 3.1, along with all its new content. Imagine my annoyance when the servers were down until 7 CST on patch day (Tuesday). Then the instance servers kept crashing. Then the Northrend server crashed. My talent points were refunded yet again overnight after I had already respecced. Blizz seems to be this crazy mixture of eager-to-please and perfectionism. We have to get it out, there's 10 million people getting impatient! But oh it's not reeeeeadddy... I need to tweak this! So we wait forever for any new content, and when it does come out it is still buggy as hell.

My GM and the other officers in my guild have been reserved about our readiness for Ulduar... but everyone was begging to try Ulduar 25. A few of us had tried the first boss on Ulduar 10 and had an idea of what to expect, but only 5 of us were there for the 25 attempt.

My GM said, "Fine, we'll go to 25, but when we wipe over and over, let this be a lesson that Ulduar doesn't fuck around."

Then we proceed to load up into our vehicles, steamroll through the formation grounds... and we down the Flame Leviathan on the first attempt.

I remember the moment, the boss turned around to chase me... I had 20% health and I was in a slow ass Demolisher, no speed boosts or anything, I was slowly kiting him at a snail's crawl... my vehicle's health inches down to 5% and all of a sudden everything stops. I turn around and the Flame Leviathan is dead. Everyone on vent is cheering, but I am in shock...

My GM was like, "THAT is how you do it. We did it because if you look at every single person here today, they -are- raiders. We know our toons, we know our jobs.." This is the closest he will ever get to a pep talk.

This is just one of the reasons I love my guild so much. We wipe on trash, we one shot bosses. In the end, the repair bills are the same.. but the teamwork is what makes us such a great guild.

Now to figure out Razorscale..

Apr. 1st, 2009

luthien

The Hazards of Love

The Hazards of Love is the newest album by The Decemberists. It's a concept album, in that the CD is supposed to be listened to as a story.

The story is about Margaret, a woman from a city bordering a forest. One day she enters the forest and finds a trapped fawn that turns out to be a shape-shifter. They fall in love and she becomes pregnant. Also involved in the story is a the queen of the forest who saved the shape-shifter when he was an abandoned human baby, giving him the power to shapeshift. She's not too thrilled by her foster son falling for a human girl. There is also a man who, finding himself a widower with three children, kills them so he can have his freedom back. Margaret is kidnapped by the man, and imprisoned by the queen and then saved by her love with the help of the three ghost children getting revenge on their father.

Or at least I think that's the general story. The story is stripped down to evocative phrases and statements of character. As I listen to it, I think that it has the makings of a short story by Neil Gaiman. There's alot that is whimsical and intriguing, but there's a slightly repellent quality to it as well. There's hintings that the shapeshifter was somewhat like a satyr, defiling women who came into the forest... until he fell in love with Margaret. She finds him trapped, until she tries to free him and then he changes. This makes one think that the trapped fawn thing is just a ruse to get a woman close enough...

The thing is, I want to read the story as a story, instead of listening to it as a song. It's like reading the back cover of a book. You get hints of some beautiful prose and great characters, but the music and the lyrics just don't convey enough. It's a tantalizing glimpse... but the Decemberists let you fill in the gaps. I've been listening for days, and trying to figure out the motivations behind the different characters.

The music is good and listenable, but the songs don't stand alone. There's not enough repeatability or choruses to sing along unless you know the songs already. It's like listening to a musical. Hey, a Hazards of Love musical would be awesome.

As I've been listening, the music and lyrics evoke such cool images that I have already been sketching the queen of the forest. She describes herself in "The Queen's Rebuke":

I'm made of bones of the branches, the boughs and the brow-beating light
While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high
And my fingers extend to the leaves, and the eves, and the bright
Brighter shine
 

 
Anyways, I would highly suggest this CD. I can't suggest particular songs; you need to listen to all of it.

Mar. 24th, 2009

idril - blue

You wept, but your soul was willing

One of the best things about making new friends that are passionate about what they like... is when they transfer their passions on to you. It's like taking a page out of their autobiography and adding it to yours. It's something deeply personal. Every time you go to a certain restaurant, or listen to a certain band.. you'll remember that your friend told you about them. It will remind you of that friend, and how you shared a sense of wonder and appreciation for the same things. It's sensual and emotional, strengthening those ties of friendship even across distance.

I don't like being forced to watch a movie just because my friend thinks it's good. I love knowing what my friend likes, and sneaking off to go see it... to figure out what it is that my friend likes, and seeing if I like it too... so that I can come back and proudly say, "Hey, I watched episodes of ------ today and I really liked it." I took an interest in your interests, is what I am really trying to say. I was trying to understand you by trying to understand what you like. Who you are is in some ways defined or illuminated by what you like.

That being said, I snuck off today to listen to a sample of songs by The Decemberists, who I had never heard before. I am remarkably insular when it comes to music. My introduction to bands relies on suggestions from other people.

like The Decemberists, in general. There are quite a few songs of theirs that I really like. I have a friend to thank for that. When he heard I liked what I had listened to so far, he suggested we both listen to the latest album and compare notes on what we liked and didn't. This kind of sharing is wonderful, as meaningful as sharing a meal... not food for the body, but food for the metaphorical soul.

I have The Decemberists to thank for this, and my friend.

Mar. 16th, 2009

The irrational seeks a rational framework to support its irrationality

Why am I up this late?? Argh, so be it....

I humbly submit....

The (Kinda Odd) Explanations for the Ten Plagues of Egypt

Plague 1: Blood
The Thera volcano erupting - could be that the ash and such could discolor the water and make it unfit for human consumption. Most accepted dating puts the eruption as too early for the conventional dates accepted for Exodus.
Silt deposits from Nile tributaries - con of this is that the silt in the Nile is brown colored, not red and wouldn't disrupt the ecosystem as badly
Red algal bloom - I like this explanation... it explains the dead, bloody fish and the redness of the water. Unfortunately, RABs only grow in coastal waters.

Plague 2: Frogs
Disruption in the river would cause the frogs to naturally flee to land to avoid it. If they had already caught a bacteria growing on the dead fish, they would all die suddenly.

Plague 3/4: Insects of all sorts
Without any fish or frogs to eat insect larvae, it's not a wonder that they soon had a ton of them everywhere.

Plague 5/6: Pestilence and boils
Could easily be the result of things the insects carried and passed on to humans and their cattle. Goshen not affected by pestilence possibly because the Hebrews lived in the delta and would wait longer before pasturing their cows (supposedly). I am not really up on husbandry, so I don't know how accurate this is.

Plague 7: Hail/fire
Hailstorms are not unheard of in some parts of Egypt. Fire raining down could be a poetic way to describe lightning.
 
Plague 8: Locusts
Locusts are a very common occurrence already, they are supposedly blown in by a wind (after the storm perhaps?) and blown out by the opposite wind that comes from the desert.
 
Plague 9: Darkness
The wind that blows away the locusts could've brought the first sandstorm or khamsin of the year. It is not unheard to not be able to see anything in front of you and for them to last several days. Also, the description of "three days" in the Torah is a common reference to a length of time and doesn't literally refer to three days. Goshen was not affected because the Hebrews lived in a valley at right angles to the Nile Valley, allowing the khamsin to blow past.
 
Plague 10: The firstborn die
This is the hardest to explain. Some believe it to be mold poisoning on wheat that had withstood locusts, hail, and being hid away in the dark for a period of time. Some think the firstborn got fed more and were therefore exposed to more toxic levels. Perhaps the Hebrews did not die because they ate their special Passover meal?

In any case, I do think it quite likely that similar things happened in Egypt and other places during this time because that's just what happened. It's just that in a sacred text it gets enlarged, nationalized, exaggerated and attributed to divine justice.

Extra-biblical sources citing plagues similar:
The Ipuwer Papyrus - a poem on theodicy, references the water turning to blood
El Arish water trough - supposedly mentions a time of darkness
"Innana and the Gardener" - To punish the land after being raped, Inanna turns all water into blood
A son of Ramesses II, who was considered a magician, threatened a curse of water turning to blood if he died

So there is my simplified account of the theories on the Biblical plagues. The crucial one is the water turning to blood, everything after that until the 7th plague is like dominoes.
 


Mar. 15th, 2009

luthien

Love is a word, after all..

I spent the past week with Harry. We rarely ever argue and there is just a lot of good mojo between us. We coexist quite peacefully, not talking about anything much and not necessarily having to pay attention to each other. The lack of clinginess and the abundance of goodwill are Very Good Things. By the end of the week, however, I was very frustrated. This is due to a number of factors, but the one that my mind decided to focus on and get depressed over was that I felt we never talked.

Now that's silly, Harry and I do talk, but sometimes I get frustrated when I feel a conversation is a lot of talking without ever saying anything. Debates, discussions, observations, analyses, disclosure, those are what my mind labels conversation. The everyday gets pushed to the side, denigrated as mere social formality.

The way to my heart is through words. My longest, most intense relationship was with a man who I could talk to for hours without being bored, and without running out of things to say. During the rare occasions where we still talk, we can still go on for hours and it's like picking up a conversation we were just having the other day.

There are people who love to converse. They have the threads of half-finished conversations trailing off, knowing full well that one day they will get back to discussing it. They transverse every topic under the sun that interests them or interests the other. It's like going into a museum and roaming around, reading little information blurbs and staring at the beautiful, or the odd, or the thought-provoking. .. but the museum is the other person.

I have to be aware though. The way to my heart is through words, and while words are lovely and powerful... actions have a quieter and deeper effect. It is a cliche to have someone whose ugly actions don't match their pretty words. It's quite another thing to have thoughtful actions that don't match unsaid or simple words. The actions may say, I love you.. but I want to have a long discussion on the mating habits of penguins or a book I just read.. that is love to me. The actions are love too, and they are better in some ways... but it's hard to remember when what you really want are the words.

I wonder how many people committed infidelity, not because they thought their partner didn't love them, but because their partner couldn't express it in the way that meant love to them. How you mean things isn't always as important as how someone interprets them, sadly.

Mar. 14th, 2009

luthien

Thoughts for later

I've got in my head an entry about the seductive nature of words.... but it will have to wait for when I am fully here.

Mar. 12th, 2009

a lady of leisure

Time

I have a secret terror of time.

Growing up, I would lay in bed and wish I could hit the restart button, or wake up tomorrow with nothing to worry about. I hated having things looming in the back of my mind.

When I moved 2000 miles away from my mother, my friends, my cat, everything... it got worse. I had a clock that I could hear tick while I laid in bed. The lights of the city would dimly illuminate my apartment and it would be calm and still, and my heart would be thudding. I would be terrified. I felt like I was suspended over a dark pit, my weight pressing against the lightest of feathery spiderwebs and I was about to plunge headlong into the abyss.

I was terrified of time: of the things I had to do, and the deadlines I had to do them by. I was afraid of my future: it either came too fast or too slowly. I could kill time, frittering away hours... and then I'd be in bed going, oh shit oh shit I have a paper due in three days. I would put off the paper for two days and face the terror for two nights. Then, in the face of the ticking time bomb that was my deadline, I would get it done.

I can get what needs to be done done. It's just never soon enough, and meanwhile it is hanging over my head.

The feeling went away eventually. I always worried about deadlines, but the terror got packed away with the clock.

But I am moving in a month and a half, and graduating college in two, and my application for the grad program I want is due in a week, and the terror has come back. It waits until I am alone, when sane people are asleep, when it is too late to do anything about it... It comes and it presses on my chest and gives me a half formed to do list that seems gigantic.

I can handle the to do list; it's the terror that gets me.

Mar. 10th, 2009

luthien

Little businesswoman

Back in December, I was having lunch with Brad, my supervisor at my internship, at Cafe Ole in Cooper-Young. The place is known for slow service unless you sit at the bar, so that's where we were, complete with colorful Mexican tiles as the bar top and rickety stools. Two older gentleman were making conversation with us, when the subject of my necklace came up.

I was wearing a necklace I had made, in silver, turquoise, and blue shell beads. I was very proud of it and, when asked, explained that I had made it. One of them said, "My wife would love that. How much would you sell it for?"

I had no idea. I hadn't priced it yet. I tentatively made the offer of 25 dollars. I didn't know how serious his interest was, considering this was a random encounter at lunch and not an upscale boutique or crafts fair.

He laid two twenties on the bar and told me he didn't need any change. He even took a picture to e-mail to me, since I hadn't taken one of the piece yet.

Then I heard nothing until this morning when the picture was sitting in my inbox. It was taken with a Blackberry, and is kind of fuzzy, but here is my forty dollar masterpiece:


I wish this would happen more often.

Mar. 8th, 2009

want what I can't have

Bandwagon

[info]cadet_mcnally and I went to see Watchmen the night it came out. He had never read the graphic novel, and I read it a few months ago for the first time.

As we sat down, I was wondering how long the movie would possibly have to be to explain everything. The opening credits rolled, and much of the history of the Minutemen got kind of explained in the credits. Unless you had read the graphic novel, you would have missed a few bits though: Captain Metropolis and Hooded Justice being gay for each other, implied stuff between the Comedian and Silk Spectre after she's pregnant, etc.

My thoughts on how they handled the story: For one, I am glad they nixed the whole black freighter subplot. I skimmed past that. I know that it was kind of a parallel, and the kid and newstand guy were supposed to play upon your sympathies when they finally get blown up, but I think it would've lost most people if they had kept it in.

As much as having Dr. Manhattan framed makes sense and streamlines the movie, I have to say.... that it was not a satisfying substitution. As I have mentioned elsewhere, the theme of creating/having an alien race that forces humanity to unify together against it is a powerful element of quite a few science fiction novels. Having a bunch of people be unwitting accomplices to creating a fake alien is much better than this pseudo "if God really existed among us, we would hate him" crap. I mean, it's true... but I don't think that's what the movie is about. They focused too much on Dr. Manhattan, especially when he teleports to New York City with Laurie. I mean, couldn't we have had more of the reaction from her? That whole line where she talks about how a couple was only going out for takeout, and got killed because of such an arbitrary decision... that's powerful. Not this whole, "Hmmmm, it seems I have been framed. Do do do."

My thoughts on casting/characters: Some of it was great, some of it was mediocre, some of it was bad.
Rorschach: Almost perfect. His voice was a little more gravelly than I had in my head, but that doesn't mean gravelly doesn't fit the character. The part that cemented my idea of how good he was was when the mask finally came off. I was sad when the mask came off in the graphic novel, but I was a happy fangirl in the prison scenes. The actor did it justice.
Sally Jupiter: She also was cool. You could see how she had done the costumed thing for the fame, kind of. The only thing is that they treated the whole Sally/Eddie thing as a one-time mistake, when I felt that in the GN it was implied that she had more complicated/stronger feelings for him than that.
Dr. Manhattan: Nice and otherworldly. Some people have been complaining about his voice, but I wrote it off as he tried to make it sound like his voice before to let people know it was him (Which reminds me, how did Janey know it was him when he appeared in the lunchroom, AND why is Janey smokin' hot? She's a physicist. Yea..... like Denise Richards is a physicist...). Oh oh.. I know he is naked in pretty much all of the graphic novel, but glowing blue penis IS slightly distracting. And the line, "Your finger is like licking a battery" made me snicker and think dirty thoughts.
Nite Owl/Dreiberg: You know, I think he did a decent job being an impotent loser without his costume. That being said, I still didn't need to see his ass.
Silk Spectre/Laurie: *sigh* She just didn't seem so conflicted. Everything seemed on the surface. It seemed like an actress trying to do a superhero movie, when she should've treated it like a drama. This is not surprising, given Malin Ackerman's previous movies. All I can think about is that she's the Double Stuff girl from Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle.

And now we come to the worst of it.....
Ozymandias/Adrian: Why why why why? As soon as he showed up in the movie, you could tell he was the villain: big millionaire, dark suit, arrogant and dismissive: ding ding ding we have our villain. And what is with making him some sallow-faced effeminate guy? I mean, he was supposed to be the poster-child for the American dream; he was supposed to be likeable. I mean, yes he profited off his superhero days, but so did Sally Jupiter. So did Hollis Mason, if you get right down to it. He was supposed to be buff and healthy and smart, and market savvy without being a war profiteer or anything like that. More of a positive CEO, or at least this was my interpretation until the last scenes....

This characterization RUINED the last scene. He is supposed to be so happy, so convinced that what he was doing was the right thing. In reading the graphic novel, I had that slowly dawning horror that he had let his pursuit of what is right convince him that the ends justified the means. The helplessness of the others, the moral quandary of... well, he did kind of bring the Cold War to an end even if he killed tons of people and fed the rest a lie... I mean, the scene in the movie was anticlimactic, when it was supposed to be horrific. Not in terms of the body count, but in terms of how uncomfortable it makes you.
 

Don't get me wrong, I think the movie was good. It was well-done by someone who obviously enjoyed the graphic novel. Unfortunately, I don't think everyone was on the same page of what this movie was supposed to be. They made it a superhero movie: a weighty, anticlimactic superhero movie that has the underpinnings of the depth of the graphic novel.. but they have been streamlined for length. It's like reading the first two sentences of each hero's psychological profile, rather than the entire page.

It should have been an Oscar-worthy drama. The costumes are important, the violence is important, but only inasmuch as the characters are reacting or using/avoiding the costumes and the violence.

I repeat, the movie was good.. the graphic novel was still better. The graphic novel can change your life and your perspective on things. It can make the top 100 novels of all time list. The movie can't, but it'll do what it was supposed to do and that is, make a lot of money for the studio. I'm not bitter, it's just what's going to happen.

I'm just glad that [info]cadet_mcnally  now wants to borrow Watchmen from me so he can read it.

Mar. 5th, 2009

luthien

Cuteness.

The video of my ferrets playing in the snow can be found here.

Please ignore my incessant laughter and mom-tone when they get too close to the edge, as well as [info]cadet_mcnally 's crappy camera skills.
luthien

Married with children = business as usual.

I thought it was odd that all the people I know in the military get married particularly fast. Now that I'm involved with [info]cadet_mcnally , I can see how the military culture encourages marriage.

I know I am being unfair, but the stereotypes of promiscuous military men, or their girlfriend cheating on them while they are overseas, the military only recognizing family and spouses... it all coalesces into this culture that respects wives, but not girlfriends. Get married, get her pregnant so she'll have something to do while you're overseas. Get married for the kick ass benefits. Get married so that if anything happens, they'll at least tell you something.

Maybe the wedding industry should team up with the military.

I say all this because I am going to Tunica with [info]cadet_mcnally for some mandatory event that will be telling us about all the exciting things we could get if we were married.

Let's be clear, I don't want to get married... but when they start talking about health benefits, and separation pay, and all sorts of things in this current financial climate, you start trying to put a dollar value on your common sense so you can weigh it up against the crazy-idea-but-I-get-lots-of-moneh!

On the upside, I have never been to Tunica, nor gambled in a casino. I am not sure that I will like gambling, but I do like buffets.

Feb. 28th, 2009

luthien - b

Snow.

It was unseasonably warm a few days ago. I said, "Just watch, we're going to have a snowstorm in March like last year." It waited two days and hit today. We've gotten a few inches and it's actually sticking.

I wanted to see if my ferrets would like the snow. I looked up online to see if it was okay for them, and then let them out on the balcony.... I'm fairly certain they like the snow...

Video will be forthcoming. You can hear my annoying laugh, considering how funny I thought Ferrets in Snow was.

Feb. 24th, 2009

want what I can't have

Argh..

I was looking at a list of hundred books the BBC doesn't think many people have read (the average is supposedly six?), and I realized I had only read about one-fourth. This made me severely depressed and has impressed upon me the urge to read up a literary storm.

Books that I have bought but haven't read: Siddhartha, The Portrait of a Lady, The Age of Innocence, The Complete Sherlock Holmes (though to be fair, I am halfway through), Moll Flanders, Paradise Lost, Bulfinch's Mythology (halfway), Bhagavad Gita, This Side of Paradise (started), The Grapes of Wrath (started).

To be fair, when I look at the Barnes and Noble Classics collection, out of the 200 I have read... 22... So now I am truly depressed. I suppose 10% is decent for the average person... but  how am I supposed to become an English teacher?

I guess it is time to embark upon a reading program.

In other news, I have this nagging feeling that I am forgetting something....

Plagued.

Finishing up my paper on the natural explanations for the plagues in Exodus, I wonder why it is even necessary at times. On one hand, I appreciate the idea that myths are just poetic exaggerations of natural events, or that they are metaphors. On the other hand, I shudder to think of the misuse of scientific explanations by the religious community to prove that their myths are the Truth (tm). Alas, I don't think there's any way around that though. The fundamentalist mind is remarkably... flexible with facts.

The paper is a short little summary: Dr. Bar appreciates brevity.

Feb. 23rd, 2009

luthien

Sexual Scripts

What are sexual scripts?

In cognitive psychology, a script is a framework of information in your mind for a certain person, place, thing, or situation. It represents how things are supposed to happen. They are good because they help us learn and structure our experiences. They can be negative or have negative consequences.

A script for a fast food restaurant may go like this:

  1. walk in the door
  2. if there’s a line, wait in line.
  3. when it is your turn, order from the menu that is above the cash register.
  4. pay what the cashier tells you is your total.
  5. wait for them to put together your order.
  6. pick it off the counter and leave through the door you came in.

A part of social censure (or comedy) is doing things that don’t fit the script. What if I threw my bag of food to the ground? What if I cut in line? People get upset when others don’t stick to the script. It’s unexpected, and sometimes that is a big part of comedy.

Now, apply this to sexual scripts. Sexual scripts are the same thing applied to sexual activity. It is also related to gender scripts. When you go to a restaurant, who pays? What makes it a date versus dinner with a friend? If a woman invites you into her apartment, what is she conveying? Maybe she wants to continue the conversation or maybe it’s a sign she wants sex. What if one person interprets it an entirely different way than you meant it? Or what if you misinterpreted their signals? Most people have experienced this at some point.

How do we learn sexual scripts?

Scripts are learned through imitation. When you think of imitation, you might be tempted to think we learn our sexual scripts from our parents or from our peers. This is a really common belief for any kind of socialization. When it comes to sexual scripts, I tend to think these two groups have less of an influence than in other areas. How often did your parents go on a date in front of you? How often did you see their foreplay and how they initiated sex? Chances are they kept it pretty hidden, or you just didn’t notice it because you were too young.

I know it’s cliche to blame the media for the hyper-sexual nature of our culture. This isn’t about blame and it’s not about some giant media presence. It is about specifically about movies, TV shows, and books. Not advertisements, music, or clothing. The nature of scripts translates well to the idea of movie or TV scripts. Books too correspond to that sequential nature of how things are supposed to happen. That is what scripts are all about. (I personally think they are less powerful in that they are not as visual, and so do not convey a lot of non-verbal cues that go into sexual scripts.)

Children and teenagers learn about sex through movies and TV shows.

Some scenes from movies:

A woman stands in the doorway, maybe she leans against it. She is dressed in lingerie or something else appealing. The man is on the bed. Is she communicating she wants some form of sex?

A man and woman stand facing each other. They pause their conversation and you can feel the tension. Are they about to kiss? Or maybe he puts his hand under her chin or at the nape of her neck and looks at her. You know the kiss is coming next.

She hesitatingly says, “Do you want to come up?” Or maybe he says, “Would it be presumptuous if I ask to come up?”

Standing on the doorstep, the girl says “I had a really nice time tonight.” The man kisses her before he leaves.

And whether or not you acknowledge it, these are the scripts we internalize. When it happens in real life, you recognize the step that comes next and it is up to you whether to follow the way it is supposed to happen or not. This isn’t peer pressure, this is social pressure. It is a kind of snowball effect: art imitating life and life imitating art.

Gender Scripts

Sexual scripts are usually gender based. What does a man do versus what does a woman do? During a heterosexual date, think of some gender stereotypes. The man pays. The woman orders a salad (or has a hard time ordering). The man subtly or not so subtly initiates the physical contact, the woman determines how far they go. The man decides where they’ll go, he asks in the first place. The woman waits for the call for days after, for the guy to ask her on another date.

Examples of Gender-based Scripts

Male:

A man initiates sex

A man always has an orgasm

A man always wants sex and is always ready to have it

A man doesn’t express his feelings
 

Female:

Good girls don’t masturbate

A woman shouldn’t demand an orgasm

There’s only one right way to have an orgasm, and

Sex is a terrible thing, until you’re married and then you’re supposed to like it

Bisexuality/Homosexuality and Sexual Scripts

The reason I bring this all up is that these scripts are all heteronormative and it is incredibly daunting as a bisexual or homosexual person. You have almost no information or framework with which to approach dating someone of your own gender. This is partially the root of the terms butch, top, and bottom. Instead of creating their own scripts, a woman or man will assume the traditionally male or female role in the relationship. They’re either the “aggressive” one or the “passive” one.

This leads to many questions that I’ve even seen asked in bisexual communities: how does someone meet a girl? How do you know if she’s interested? What signals are we supposed to read? If women are socialized to wait until someone asks her out, how is a woman supposed to know how to ask another woman out?

What we need are more television shows and movies that deal with homosexuality and bisexuality. We need “gay” romantic comedies. And don’t worry, we’re getting there. But these will largely help the bi girls of tomorrow. What about those of us who have already grown up?

Contemporary Sexual Scripts

This may sound rather negative, but never fear…. There are some new sexual scripts, not as well known, that are beginning to replace those I’ve already mentioned. The great news? They are considered androgynous.

Some contemporary social scripts:

Sex is a mutual activity that is supposed to produce mutual pleasure

Each person bears the responsibility for their own and their partner’s pleasure

Each person communicates about their likes and dislikes

Either person initiates sex

It isn’t always easy, but sometimes we have to re-learn our scripts or replace them outright. Unfortunately, I think movies are lagging behind and are continuing to teach harmful, outdated, gender and hetero-biased sexual scripts because they are simple to convey and most people recognize their elements immediately. We need more androgynous and/or pro-bisexual and pro-homosexual sexual scripts in movies and TV shows that are treated as normal, not special, pathological, or boring.

Feb. 21st, 2009

idril - blue

Conversations with Other Women

I watched Conversations with Other Women today. If you've never seen it, it's a movie about two people that meet at a wedding and, as they talk and begin to flirt, you begin to realize that they already have a past together. The neat thing about the movie is that it is presented in split screen format. Most of the time it has slightly different frames with the man and the woman each in their own. Other times they are in one, and a memory of them, or an alternate line reading or what they wish they had said or done is in the other frame.

I guess you could say the movie is about the subjective nature of memory. They have an argument over what book and what top she was wearing in a certain memory. The images change as they change how they remember the moment. The alternate lines and actions makes me think of how you rehearse what you want to say, but it never comes out right. And how when you are recounting a conversation to someone else, what actually happens tends to blend with what we wanted to say or what we should have said to make it a better story.

The split screen also allows you to decide who you want to watch and what reactions you find important. Each actor (Helena Bonham Carter and Aaron Eckhart) are constantly acting, since the camera is on them whether they are speaking or showing emotion or not. The movie also deals with the messiness of adult romance. You think the movie is boy-meets-girl, but it's really about an ex husband meeting his ex wife, rekindling their affair in the hopes of winning her back, and her having moved on to her second marriage, which is less flashy and romantic but is stable and doesn't make her miserable. At one point, the man frustratedly says, "You should have the most extraordinary man in the world." And she replies, "I'm too old for extraordinary."

As you might be able to tell, I think this movie is really good. I might just watch it again tomorrow. Netflix is slowly eating away at my time, especially with its instant movies online.

Feb. 20th, 2009

rats

Sad ratses.

I called the vet today to make an appointment for Tristan to be put down. He barely moves, he just sleeps, and he's not eating. My poor baby. Two rats taken by cancer in two months...

Feb. 19th, 2009

a lady of leisure

Levirate

Genesis Chapter 38

It is in this chapter that Tamar marries Er and he dies before she can bear him a son. His brother Onan is told to marry her so she can have a son to continue his brother's line. Onan refuses by using the withdrawal method and is killed by God. Then her father in law refuses to marry her to his youngest son Shelah. So she poses as a prostitute and gets pregnant by her father in law.

Notes---
The ancient Hebrews used Levirate marriage but they can essentially opt out of it through a ritual.
Onan is where we get the phrase onanism. Onan means 'vigorous' in Hebrew, or alternatively 'masturbation'. I like the pairing of vigorous and masturbation. When I read this story, I think about how the withdrawal method is not very effective.
The thing about having sex with your father in law if all else fails is seen nowhere else in the Bible. With all the references to paganism and other cultures in Genesis, it makes me think of the Hittite practice. The Hittite practice is exactly like what is laid out in ch. 38, rather than what is in the rest of the Torah regarding Levirate marriage. After two failed marriages, it was the responsibility of the father in law to give the wife a child in the HIttite practice. I think that it is interesting...

Feb. 18th, 2009

rats

Wish me luck on the Praxis!

Dear U of M Testing Center,

If you're going to administer a test that lasts four and a half hours, don't schedule it to start at 8 in the morning. How about 1 in the afternoon?

And how about we skip that whole math section? I still remember my math teacher telling me I will use algebra and geometry for the rest of my life. I thought she was lying then, and I still think she was.

I do not need to know algebra to be an english teacher, srsly.

Sincerely,
[info]evokateur 

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