Archive for Deborah Lipp

Meta-Blogging

Why blog? I feel sometimes that my blog has no one, specific identity, and is therefore alienating.

I started this blog as a convenient way to communicate my appearance and publication schedule. Write up post-event reports. That sort of thing.

Then there was a new book with no relation to the earlier ones.

So do I blog about events? About Wicca? About James Bond?

But then, I got more and more interested in blogging about politics and feminism. And I do that now. I worry that people here for Wicca will walk away because of politics. And vice versa.

Ultimately, I have to go with the idea that you’ve shown up to read what I write for some unknown reason, and that whatever I write might be of interest to you. Or not. Because if not, then you can leave and I can talk to myself and actually that’s fun too.

So what’s your excuse?

They’ve Got Lots & Lots of Coffee

I’m going to Brazil! I’ve been invited to speak at a conference in Sao Paulo on June 2–4. (The link shows 2005 info.) It is put on by the Dianic Nemorensis tradition of Wicca.

Not surprisingly, I am really looking forward to my first adventure in South America.

Blogging About Choice

I missed Blog About Choice day yesterday, what with the time limit on using the Internet at the library (yes, the computer is STILL broken grrrrr). Wild Hunt, however, has this totally great collection of quotes about Paganism and Choice that’s worth reading.

Monday Movie Reviews: Sunset Boulevard & The Quiet American

Sunset Boulevard 10/10
Joe Gillis (William Holden) is a down and out screenwriter until he meets former silent screen star Norma Desmond (Gloria Swanson). Soon he agrees to work for her, lying to himself about how far his “kept man” arrangement will go.

In the Five Random Facts meme, I said I’d never seen Sunset Boulevard, so it’s only fair I review it now. Besides, the next film review recalls this one, so there you are.

There are three steps to the foreshadowing that creates Sunset Boulevard’s mystique.

First, Sunset Boulevard opens with a dead man in a swimming pool. Because the movie is so famous, and the opening shot so oftened discussed, I knew it was Joe (William Holden), the film’s narrator. I wonder what director Billy Wilder intended, though, because the distortion of the water makes the dead man’s face unclear. Did film audiences know it was Holden?

Soon Joe finds his way to Norma’s mansion. In the second tip, he references Miss Havisham, we see Norma coming before Joe does, and we know she is loony, trapped by choice in her home, and willing to hold others prisoner.

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Grooming

Animals groom. It’s instinctive. The Gang of Two lick each other’s heads. Apes pick bugs out of the hair of their closest ape-friends. Personally, I like to pop zits, but I probably shouldn’t broadcast that.

My point is it’s natural, nay, instinctive, to groom. Also it’s fun. Also it feels really good. But grooming has got a bad rap in some circles, because women are expected to do more of it than men, and therefore it is considered a sign of patriarchal oppression. I’m not sure I buy that.

Oh, yes, when a woman must have a level of excellence in her appearance that far exceeds what is expected of a man, and when a lack of that excellence impairs her ability to get ahead, then that is indeed, the patriarchy. I should be able top get the same job as an overweight man. But I just don’t think it’s inherently oppressive to shave my legs.

It’s more likely that the patriarchy makes men afraid to groom, lest they appear feminine, and that’s a big component of why it’s women that groom more. Because women are the “pretty” gender in our species, and because the patriarchy (and its companion, homophobia) forces men to constantly guard their masculinity against the forces of darkness, a large portion of het males think it’s butch to be slobby and smelly.

This explains the popularity of a show like Queer Eye. For all the stereotyping of gays, its ultimate message is that all men can be well-groomed, can smell good, look good, and cook a decent meal, and that it doesn’t make you gay. At the end of each episode, we meet a newly spiffed-up straight guy, still very straight indeed, and yet pretty as a frickin’ picture. The barrier broken down is the homophobia within the straight man; not his fear of the Fab Five, but his fear of himself.

And really, if straight men can accept that grooming won’t make them queer, then I should be able to shave my legs and do my face without accusations of insufficient feminism, dontcha think?

Political Blogging

When I’m angry I post a lot. When I’m scared I post less. Right now the Constitution I treasure is like a rug being slipped out from under us, and I’m scared.

Meanwhile, here’s Tom with a fab condensation of the Medicare Part D (Drug Plan) fiasco.

Yet Another Meme

Got it from Sue.

Hair: Very curly. Highlights cover the gray. What gray? No gray!

Wearing: Jeans & a light blue shirt with sparkly thingies.

Drinking: Black coffee, as ever.

Listening: To a couple of guys playing ping pong. Pa-ping. Pong. Pigpigpigping PONG. Pa-ping.

Reading: Witches, Druids and King Arthur, by Ronald Hutton. In Cold Blood, by Truman Capote. Myths and Mysteries of Same Sex Love, by Christine Downing.

Invisi-Kitten Blogging

Still no home computer, so no access to uploading photos. Allow me to paint a verbal picture.

Arthur found a string-on-a-stick toy that is guaranteed to make kittens backflip. Seriously, it’s like pushing a button and whoosh.

Mingo is still Mighty, and Fanty is still Fraidy, but Fanty will occasionally, if she’s very relaxed, allow me to approach. Also if I’m lying on the couch in TV mode, she’ll deign to sit on my legs or sometimes my tummy (but never come all the way up to my face like her brother does). Okay, so last night, the very cutest. In a moment of stunning bravery, Fanty came up to chest-level as I lay on the couch, purring like mad. I scritched her on the side of the neck and she leaned into it…and fell right over. A little too much lean there, honey. It was really the cutest ever. Ever.

It’s Filibuster Friday

Join the fun. Don’t give up the court.

Sex-Role Holiday

Last night I watched Roman Holiday. It’s wonderful, it’s glorious, oh my Audrey, blah blah blah.

I have been reading a lot of feminist blogs lately, so issues of gender roles and patriarchal assumptions are much on my mind. I started looking at Roman Holiday through that lens.
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