Archive for August 18, 2006

Trial By Media

I have no rational reason for being so upset about the JonBenet Ramsey arrest. None. Except that when I heard, my first thought was “I thought the parents did it.”

That’s what I thought. Am I the only one? The parents of JonBenet Ramsey were tried by media and found guilty. With no arrests and no hard evidence, the mags & rags pumped out the speculation and the minutia and fed us a scenario such that only the parents could have done it.

And meanwhile these people lost their daughter.

A dead daughter, the media circus, and the loss of reputation; the total devastation of reputation. They must have thought that history would remember them as murderers. They must have spent ten years dealing with how that felt, on top of everything else.

And here I am speculating again.

Because that’s what we do. We read the stories and we imagine. We put ourselves in their shoes. We project and we think our projection constitutes rational thought. We think we’re all CSI and we can put the pieces together and aren’t we clever. We do it about serious things like murder, we do it about trivial things like the Anniston-Pitt breakup (which wasn’t trivial to them, I’m sure). It’s in the intonations of lunatic pundits like Limbaugh and Coulter. It fuels our conversation and our television and our fantasies. And rarely, ever so rarely, do we realize we are making it all up.

Get this people. We are making it all up.

That is all.

Update: We don’t even know today what we thought we knew yesterday.

Friday Kittenblogging: Sweet!

Sometimes having cats is like living in the lap of luxury.

The other day, I come out of the shower, turn the corner, and see…
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So what’s going on?

Well I had an absolutely amazing time in the Bahamas. I saw sites that would make any self-respecting Bond fan drool in his shoes. (Which, not a pretty picture.)

I have a firm intention of writing it all up and making you drool. I do. But then other shit happened.

So first, my book didn’t arrive in time to bring on the cruise. So the printer shipped it to Carnival so that it would be there on arrival. I have the packing slip; it says “Deborah Lipp–Arriving 8/14/06”. Not a lot of margin for error there.

Only there was error.

So my box of books is sailing the seas, having been placed on some other ship. I haven’t seen it. No one got a copy. Carnival has “opened a file” for me. You betcher ass they have.

Meanwhile, this box is from the first printing. Second printing goes out in two weeks and I’m working 3–4 hours a night on indexing and final edits. The day job is unusually busy, the night work is keeping me up until 1 a.m. I’m too old for this shit. I haven’t turned on the TV since I got home.

And tomorrow I leave for my next gig.

So, sorry for the light blogging.

Former Ambassador’s Analysis of the Terror Plot

Via This Modern World, Craig Murray, former British Ambassador to Uzbekistan, asks what really happened.

None of the alleged terrorists had made a bomb. None had bought a plane ticket. Many did not even have passports, which given the efficiency of the UK Passport Agency would mean they couldn’t be a plane bomber for quite some time.

In the absence of bombs and airline tickets, and in many cases passports, it could be pretty difficult to convince a jury beyond reasonable doubt that individuals intended to go through with suicide bombings, whatever rash stuff they may have bragged in internet chat rooms.

Let’s pick on the fat girl

Okay, I’m back on Saved! I want to talk about the way that this movie, supposedly a force for tolerance and acceptance, reinforces and supports looks-prejudice and fat-prejudice.

(Man, I made it sound fun, didn’t I?)

At one point in the movie, the trio of outcasts (a pregnant girl, a Jewish girl, and the brother of our Bitch Villainess) decide to strike back. The brother (Macaulay Culkin, whose character uses a wheelchair) reveals that Hillary Faye wasn’t always a beauty, and shows his friends a picture of her when she was *gasp* fat (and pimply and wore braces).

Now, Hillary Faye (played by Mandy Moore) is mean and domineering. She abuses people by being holier than thou, and using the Bible as a weapon (literally, in one scene). What she never does is mock or humiliate anyone on any issues other than religiosity or sinfulness. She never, in the course of the film, remarks on beauty or size (but there are, of course, no fat people) or race.

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Monday Movie Review: Enduring Love

Enduring Love (2004) 7/10
Joe (Daniel Craig) and Claire (Samantha Morton) witness a hot air balloon nearly crash in the field where they are picnicking. Joe and four other men try to save the boy trapped inside. When a gust of wind lifts the balloon back up, four let go; one holds on too long and dies in the fall.

All of this serves as a prelude. The movie which then unfolds involves Joe’s remorse and growing obsession with the accident, and its effect on his relationship with Claire. Complicating things is Jed (Rhys Ifans), another would-be rescuer who is now obsessed with Joe.

The pacing of Enduring Love is kind of lovely. The relationships are played out in silence and touch more than in conversation. The cast is good. There are oddities and gaps as well; like the people here seem never to have heard of stalking, or grieving, or trauma. Sometimes, when I’m watching these slow-paced things, I get to asking myself ‘is this beautiful and Art, or is this lame?’ Such analysis cannot bring a conclusion; instead, it’s better to check in with the gut experience, and on that level, I was totally buying it. I wanted to see what happened next.

The subtext is strange and fascinating. Joe is some sort of scientist/professor/author; it’s not clear if his area is behaviorism or evolution or what, but he talks a lot about how emotion is meaningless except as an evolutionary force. Love is something that evolved to make us fuck. Nothing has meaning except as a means of perpetuating the species. At first his friends are bemused by this, but as he becomes more distant and confused in the wake of the accident, as the absence of meaning becomes more painful in the face of his guilt, they offer less sympathy.

Jed is the opposite, a spiritual person obsessed with love and meaning. Jed and Joe are the first to find the crushed body of the dead man, and immediately Jed suggests they pray together. Joe wants nothing to do with prayer, but Jed persists.

When Jed begins stalking Joe, the latter takes forever to realize this is untoward behavior. On the one hand, it’s annoying. On the other, it’s striking evidence of how badly Joe is reacting to the accident; he assumes that Jed is having the same reaction, and so doesn’t read the obvious signals about what Jed’s behavior really means. It’s obvious (to me anyway) from their first post-accident meeting that Jed has romantic feelings towards Joe, but Joe doesn’t catch on. He’s a narcissist, who sees the world in terms of his own experience; of course a narcissist feels neurotically responsible for an accident. And of course a narcissist thinks that other people feel what he feels, and doesn’t inquire further.

Is the movie homophobic? I’ve seen it criticized as such; as playing on the crazed gay stalker stereotype, and contrasting it with the sweet heterosexual couple we root for. Poor Claire, competing with the crazy gay man! But the odd thing is that homosexuality is here paired with religion, and heterosexuality with atheism. Sort of the opposite of the current right wing thought control.

Joe doesn’t believe in love, only in the procreative urge. His biological determinism has no place for homosexuality; it’s inherently homophobic, because any feeling that doesn’t drive towards reproduction is, in Joe’s philosophy, perverse. He never says this about Teh Gay, but he does give a lecture asking if misplaced love, or the loss of love, isn’t a “perversion” of the evolutionary force. While he never mentions homosexuality (at all, which is pretty weird in a lecture about sexual motivations), he uses the words “perverse” and “deviant” just before Jed shows up, so hello reading between the lines.

Jed is deranged and creepy. He is also trying to awaken Joe spiritually. One truth he brings is that love (in his view) is always and first God’s love (hence the title). The implication seems to be that if God brings all love, then and only then can homosexuality be a blessing from God, whereas if biological determinism rules the day, Teh Gay is Teh Wrong.

Of course, all of this leaves pleasure and orgasm entirely out of the equation, which makes it a dumb argument. But it’s fascinating to see God on the side of gays for a change, and straights on the side of atheism and evolution. Food for thought.

Expectation, normativity, a guy, and a dwarf

There’s this guy I know, J. I’ve known him about a year, I guess. Likeable, a little shy, very sweet. Something about him always bothered me, though. His too-high voice seemed like an affectation, his curled-in posture seemed diffident. He just struck me as off somehow.

So a few weeks ago, he mentions, in the course of explaining this situation he’s in, that he’s transgendered. And I thought, “Oh!”

It was like, whoosh, the air went out. J. became normal to me. “Normal” because there was nothing off about a transsexual having a high voice or a chest that looked, well, post-op. The perception of abnormality came from not knowing, not being able to put the pieces together.

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Friday Kittenblogging: Sunshine Feels Good

Sunshine, bed, kittens
sunny kittens

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Keep your terror alert off my travel plans

The British police thwarted a terror plot. Yay the British police.

U.S. airports are glowing a sickly orange color.

I’m flying to Miami at 9:30 tomorrow morning to meet up with my cruisin’ crew.

So now I’m totally stressed. Because I have to leave before 7 a.m. to get to the airport, so if the terror alert is still in place when I go to bed…? I don’t know either.

Oy.

(Cross-posting…fun for the whole family.)

Team Connecticut

Joe Lieberman lost, lost, lost the Connecticut Democratic primary. In his non-concession speech, he said:

Now let me tell you how I see where we are now,” the senator continued, in a speech that was less of a concession than a confirmation that he would not back down. “I’m a sports fan, so I’m going to use a sports comparison, and as I see it in this campaign, we’ve just finished the first half and the Lamont team is ahead. But in the second half, our team — Team Connecticut — is going to surge forward to victory in November.

Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t Team Connecticut just, uhhh, vote? And not for Lieberman? Just asking.

(I love the smell of cross-post in the morning.)