a fun exercise for you
Quick: Spot the two sexist disparagements against women I made in yesterday’s post about sexism.
Realized it last night after I posted. Speaking of “my transgressions”!
Quick: Spot the two sexist disparagements against women I made in yesterday’s post about sexism.
Realized it last night after I posted. Speaking of “my transgressions”!
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Tonight was Organizational Communication class, and the topic was the attaining and exercise of power. Part of our homework was to read the paper “White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack” [PDF] by Peggy McIntosh. (It’s an excellent article, and you should go read it.) One of our exercises in class was a group discussion on what privileges various groups — men, women, wives, husbands, parents, sons, daughters — have.
The first thing I said in our small-group discussion was, “I can like figure skating without having people assume I’m gay.” Which is true. Figure skating is totally safe for women to watch or participate in without it casting any homo-aspersions on their character, regardless of the amount of sequins. But a guy who wants to wear said sequins and twirl about on ice is pretty much just assumed to be, as they say, light in the loafers.
(Incidentally, what the hell does “light in the loafers” come from, anyways? Gay men have teeny dainty feet as they flounce down the street? Here, let me introduce you to my friends, at Bear Pride. There will be very little flouncing.)
Much of the other suggestions in class were along the lines of — “As a white man, I’m privileged that I can go walking around in Englewood and people assume I’m a cop and don’t mess with me.” (That particular student is, in fact, a CFD fireman.) There was a brief digression about whether or not it’s “privilege” for women to have doors held open or be allowed to board elevators before men, with one female student vehemently disagreeing, saying that it’s not privilege so much as it is etiquette. (Really? It’s not a privilege to have an entire section of the proper-behavior standards written, and actually enforced by the subservient class (as a man in class emphasized his negative opinions of men who do not let women go first, and as I have seen men lecture other men about at work), just because we have a particular set of chromosomes? What on earth is privilege, then?) Then there were the obligatory gags, like, “I’m privileged that my wife allows me to sleep with her!” (That from a dapper gentleman who works in theatre, who is likely more qualified than I am to speak as to what irrelevant qualities make people assume men are gay.)
By the time the whole-class discussion rolled around I’d refined the figure-skating line a little. I said, “as a woman, I can wear makeup or not wear makeup, dress up or not dress up, and whichever way I roll does not automatically make me gay or not gay.” I mean, really. It’s a privilege men don’t have. Show me a man who wears product in his hair and I’ll show you a “metrosexual,” which is a term invented just to identify grooming with homosexuality. I can go around in steel-toed boots and it makes me a goth; I can work on cars and that makes me either cool or sexy depending on who’s asking; I can work in a male-dominated industry and that just means I’m smart ‘cos I can keep up with the menfolk. But put a guy with nice hair in ice skates and sequins, and watch the instant transformation to someone that Deadspin is going to have to create an entire section about people euphemizing his gayness. (Bad example, perhaps — yeah, yeah, I know, it’s Johnny Weir, and hell yes I watched this and loved it! — but, really, people. Quit being little bitches about queers on ice.)
As I was walking home after class, I was extending and polishing the argument a little more. Basically it boils down to: Women can do non-traditionally-feminine things with little likelihood of it affecting their perceived sexuality or status. Men who do non-traditionally-masculine things have their Friend of Dorothy Club membership card handed to them after, like, the second offense.
So here I was getting all wrapped up in my excess of privilege as a woman, and feeling guilty about my own transgressions along these lines, when a car pulls out of a parking lot and a sketchy older guy in an eyepatch, in the passenger seat, leans out his window and shouts to a couple of cute young college girls walking a few steps ahead of me, “Hey girl! Come here and sit on my lap!”
They snickered (”ha ha, look at the drunk moron!”) and walked on, and he kept hollering, “Come here, girl!”
Meanwhile, a cute young college guy also walking down the street laughed his head off and chortled encouragement to Eyepatch as the car pulled out onto State Street.
Thus endeth my feeling guilty about the unfair privileges I enjoy as a woman.
Score: Gay men: 0, “girls”: 0, drunk shitheads: 1.
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So today’s class was Urban Growth, and the class’s topic was on water — availability and the lack thereof. Among other things, we watched a film called The Last Drop: Is the World Running Out of Water?.
My first reaction: hell-o, I had no clue that water availability was such an issue in the Israel/Palestinian conflict. No clue. None. Had never even occurred to me. …probably because I live next to an enormous (one might even say “great”) lake chock full of it and have never really given it much thought at all. So, consider me educated on that point, ouch.
Second reaction, on the topic of Namibia’s water conservation efforts, coupled with heavy beef exports to the EU: I’m pretty sure I read that book, except it took place on the Moon and what was being exported was grain.
After the film we had a group discussion about the issues, and one of my classmates got really riled up about how we, who have so much fresh water, could be exporting it. She kept talking about why don’t we just pipe Lake Michigan west, if LA needs it? (She also thinks that her tap water should be free, because apparently the pipes and pumps and so forth to get it to her condo from the lake don’t require any further capital outlay or operational maintenance funds, but whatevs.) Or why don’t we build huge pipelines to take water to Namibia or Egypt or Palestine, if they’re so in need? All I could see with that was — totally apart from the infrastructure buildout issues, which I think are not exactly trifling matters — hello, security? Yeah, sure, let’s pipe Lake Michigan to Egypt and solve all their problems. I’m sure the fact that a small squad of armed nutjobs with a hand grenade could take out an entire country’s water supply is a minor one. Seriously, all I could think of were all the security implications of piping water in to a location. Your pipeline goes through Iran — let me introduce you to your former neighbor, now your new blackmailer, who can now make you do whatever they like! And better not piss off any rebels, because boy, won’t you look foolish when you’ve built up this huge urban area thanks to your ample new water supply, and suddenly said water goes away thanks to that nutjob with a hand grenade? Russian oil pipeline melodrama is nothing, compared to a single supply of drinking water. Oy. And talk about a single point of failure… sheesh.
It seems to me that creating a massive dependency on transporting fresh water is a bad, bad, bad idea. I mean, it’s a lovely idea, but a stupid one. Sure, go ahead, trade it on the free market like oil — I’m sure everyone in Africa won’t mind driving giant tanker ships across the ocean to Atlanta to pick it up. Desalination in situ for short-haul transport is the only thing that makes sense to me. (Hello, oceanfront property values!) Pity no one seems to have invented an inexpensive desalination technique. Hey, people complaining about lack of industry and innovation — I just gave you a free idea for your new startup! Go, invent cheap and effective desalination! You’ll be rich AND you’ll broker peace in the Middle East!
In other news, after seeing many images of people hauling buckets around, I now feel guilty for every time I wastefully ran through a sprinkler as a kid. Stupid Lake Michigan, stupid Illinois River, you jerkfaces with your easy availability and non-salt contamination. Jerks!
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Fair warning: If you are prone to tl;dr, you might want to skip this one.
So, the other day, in my Organizational Communications class — for which the homework was, as usual, some seriously dry chapters to read (seriously, guys, you could not have made this textbook drier if you’d buried the manuscript in an arid desert, or perhaps on the Moon, for forty years before publishing), but also as usual turned into an interesting discussion — we talked about diversity in the workplace, and integrating cultures therein. One of the questions our group was assigned to discuss and do a short presentation to the class about was this:
On the basis of the descriptions of the four different age groups provided in the chapter (Traditionals [Greatest/Silent Generation], Boomers, Generation X, and Millennials) what sort of problems do you anticipate occurring as these different groups interact in the workplace? What sort of advantages of opportunities exist in combining people from these different groups in one department?
The descriptions they referred to encapsulated each generation with a short blurb on birthdates and some tendencies they embody plus the feelings they hold toward others. One other woman in my group and I sort of took over the group discussion and talked about our perspectives; she, the Boomer, and I, the Gen Xer. As it happens, I have pretty pronounced opinions on the topic of Boomers and GenXers, which I know will come as a massive surprise to all of you reading this blog.
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