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Marines Ban Tattoos

Fast on the heels of yesterday’s post about banning some forms of body modification, comes the news that the Marines have banned “any new, extra-large tattoos below the elbow or the knee.”

Shakes points out that this is the whitewashed front that is meant to hide the ugly core. And of course she’s right. It’s not unlike banning the coffins of returning soldiers from appearing on TV. But I want to add that it is a part of the creeping Puritanism that I talked about yesterday.

This culture is increasingly trying to legislate and enforce a monolithic image of whiteness and purity, even while we become more diverse and pluralistic. Frankly, it freaks me out.

The suppression of diversity among those who “fight for freedom” is more than ironic, but more insidious than that is the notion that there is only one way to have a “professional demeanor.” The Corps says they “represent…traditional values” and so I must ask, whose tradition? Whose values? The values of the Marines risking their lives are expressed in the tattoos they choose.

Body Modification Controversy

So, Suffolk County, New York (that’s Long Island) is considering a ban on certain forms of body modification.

There’s several things wrong with this story. First, They are fairly consistent in confusing the phrase “body art” with the phrase “body modification” (see the headline of the linked article; I heard the same error on the radio). Body art is decorating the body, either temporarily with things like henna, or permanently with tattoos. Some piercings which tend to be temporary (like an eyebrow piercing, which will close up pretty much as soon as you remove the jewelry) might also fall under the category of body art. Body modification is changing the shape of the body, with branding, tongue-splitting, scarification, etc. You can lump the two together, but they’re fairly different, and there are many tattooed people who don’t do the piercing thing (like me), and vice versa.

The reason this is important, obviously, is that it bespeaks an ignorance about the procedures they’re going after. Legislation rooted in ignorance, that always works!

But let’s keep looking at this:

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Monday Movie Review: Notorious

Notorious (1946) 10/10
Alicia Huberman’s father has been convicted of treason. Now U.S. government agent T.R. Devlin (Cary Grant) has recruited Alicia (Ingrid Berman)to spy on her father’s Nazi cohorts in Brazil. While waiting for their assignment, Devlin and Alicia begin to fall in love, but their love is threatened when they learn that Alicia’s job is to seduce Alexander Sebastian (Claude Rains). Directed by Alfred Hitchcock.

Notorious may well be Hitchcock’s only feminist film.

Okay, first let’s say how wonderful it is. Notorious is as perfectly constructed as any film you will ever seen. The composition of its shots, the masterful way tension is built, the subtlety and complexity of emotion, it is all simply perfection. And the acting! I never tire of watching Ingrid Bergman fall in love; she just melts into it, abandoning her very soul to sensation and feeling. Grant takes all his big, fascinating handsomeness and introduces weakness and pettiness and fear. Rains makes us sympathize with a Nazi, and Leopoldine Constantine is extraordinary as one of Hitchcock’s trademark evil mothers.

So how is this feminist? The complex and intricate script by Ben Hecht must be credited, as it explores the nature of sexuality, especially as it plays out between a self-described tramp and a man who says he fears women.

When Devlin says this, Alicia seems to understand that this means she is especially fearsome, because she is not just a woman, but a sexual woman. Fearing and also desiring women is the basic recipe for misogyny. One point of interest is that Devlin owns his own misogyny; he has always feared and hated women, it is not Alicia’s fault. And yet he hates himself for loving Alicia, and hates her for inspiring those complex and miserable feelings.

Is Notorious about Nazis, or is it about sexuality? Is she working for her government, or for the patriarchy? Alicia, hating the place that men (her father, her government, the reporters; all male) have placed her in, drinks and fucks. Given an opportunity to redeem herself through good works, she embraces it. But is the work truly good, or is it more slut-shaming?

In a pivotal scene, a group of government men sit and discuss Alicia’s work. They are distant, removed, stuffy. They are stuffed shirts who can politely discuss the advantages and disadvantages of Alicia, whose work is loathsome and dangerous. And at the same time, they can look down their noses at her for doing loathsome things. Again we must ask, is it her spying on the Nazis that makes her an ambivalent figure, or is this just a metaphor for all female sexuality; necessary but icky, praised for its necessity but still an object of misogynist mockery. Devlin suddenly sees the hypocrisy and objects in the strongest possible terms. He applauds Alicia for who and what she is, and not for the ideal he’d been hoping she’d become. In that moment, he is not measuring her by whether or not she sleeps around, only by her honor and courage.

Devlin has no first name, and so is an everyman; nothing more than an agent of his government, which I read as the patriarchy. At first, he loved Alicia but only if she conformed to his wish to tame and transform her. Finally, he loves her for who she is, a woman with the agency to determine whether or not she will be sexual.

Meanwhile, Alicia is being poisoned. And again, is this a murderous Nazi plot, or the social price of being a sexual woman? Is it really that different from her alcoholism, a self-inflicted poisoning to blind her to the way she is viewed?

You can certainly read it as Alicia hating herself for being sexual, which is not a particularly feminist act, but what Alicia seems to hate the most is being looked at and judged. Our first sight of her in the film is being questioned and photographed by reporters; she wants to get away. And again, she wants to get away from cops, from people who spy on her. Perhaps by becoming a spy she is taking the agency that was taken from her, but it is always when she is being looked at and judged that she drinks, and when her spying is discovered, she is poisoned. The judgmental gaze of others is the essence of poison to her, and when Devlin at last accepts her and understands that it was his own pain he was seeing, not her, she can be healed.

And also? Great movie.

Mrs. Edwards, my heart is with you

Elizabeth and John Edwards today announced that her cancer has returned and is in stage four. Which is bad. They also announced that Senator John Edwards will continue his campaign for the presidency.

I so admire this decision. I know it must be terribly hard, but can you imagine if your dying act was to rob your husband of his deepest ambition—your shared ambition? Of a chance to make a real difference for the American people? Perhaps, looking mortality in the face, she sees more than ever how important it is to keep going.

Whatever is in her head and heart, my admiration is tremendous and my healing thoughts are heading her way.

My extraordinary powers of political prophecy

Over at Tom’s place, we were talking about Bush’s supposed “constitutional showdown,” and I commented

All I could think of was, wow, Nixon’s war, Nixon’s Saturday Night Massacre, and now Nixon’s obstructionism. Soon he’ll have a permanent five o’clock shadow.

…and may I just say, this was before the 18-day gap story broke.

As another commenter said, soon he’ll be on Fox News saying “I am not a crook.”

Only he is. Just like Nixon.

Subgenius Custody Case Continues

Jason has been the standard-bearer on reporting this. I’ve posted on it several times as well.

The short summary:

Rachel Bevilacqua (a.k.a. Reverend Mary Magdalen) lost custody of her son after a conservative custody judge was outraged at the fact that she is a member of the Church of the SubGenius. As a result of appearing in a adult-rated parody of Mel Gibson’s “The Passion of the Christ,” custody of her son was taken from her and awarded to the boy’s father (the couple was never married). Rachel and her husband have fought a long, expensive battle to win custody of their son, while her ex-boyfriend’s legal costs have been entirely been handled by a pro-bono lawyer (who is a friend of his). Legal costs have exceeded $70,000 as of March 2007.

Rachel is accepting donations to her legal fund. If you can afford it, please consider donating.

Mothers in Fishnets

So, I hear it’s Blog Against Sexism Day. Kind of takes the bloom off the rose of yesterday’s post on Wiccan and Sexism. Now I have to start all over!

When I was a girl

  • Women could legally be fired for getting pregnant.
  • My stepfather told me that he didn’t like to hire women because they quit when they got married.
  • Classified ads were divided by gender.
  • Married women couldn’t open their own bank accounts.

So today, we have more rights. And believe you me, I am thrilled. We also have conservatives using the notion of a female Speaker of the House to try to scare voters. And supposed “liberals” like the New York Times spending more time discussing Nancy Pelosi’s fashion sense than has been spent discussing the clothing choices of all male Speakers in the history of the United States, combined.

We’re not done. We’re silenced. We’re objectified. We’re objects of fear and loathing because of our terrifying toothy vaginas. If we have sex, we’re sluts. If we don’t have sex, we’re frigid bitches. If we’re mothers, we should be treated like we don’t have sex although obviously we do, and we must never have sex again, because we’re full of the Pure Virtue of Motherly Goodness.

Once, around 1992, my friend threw a New Year’s Eve party, and I was dressed to the nines. Mini-skirt and fishnets with hot little ankle boots. I brought Arthur and put him to bed in my friend’s daughter’s room. He was always a restless sleeper so I curled up in bed with him (he was two) and sung him lullabies until he fell asleep. And I sort of saw myself from the outside, the skirt, the stockings, the baby, and I thought, This image of motherhood does not exist.

Until that image of motherhood is allowed, we are not done.

Anti-feminist Wicca?

I got involved in an interesting discussion* on the relationship between Wicca and feminism. Some people have an experience of Wicca as anti-feminist and I think that’s worth addressing.

First, some people contend that Wicca denies leadership positions to women:

But Wicca as a whole can and does, usually in the form of “But women are so holy, we can’t let them sully themselves doing any thinking!”

Sorry, no. I’m doing this for twenty-five years and I’ve never seen it. I’ve seen sexism, yes, and we’re going to get to that, but I’ve never seen anything called “Wicca” that prevents women from leading. In some traditions, including my own, roles can be assigned based on gender, but that’s almost always favorable to women. In many branches of Gardnerian Wicca (the oldest tradition in the U.S.), women can lead covens alone, or in partnership with men, but men cannot lead alone. In fact, we often struggle with the discomfort and complaints of men who aren’t used to not running things. I don’t think the people I was talking with were lying, but wow. Never seen it. “Priestess” is the default in Wicca. Most of our important writers, poets, and ritualists are women.**

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Delta Zeta Whitewash

About a week ago, the blogosphere picked up on the story of the Delta Zeta sorority that purged its membership:

The 23 members included every woman who was overweight. They also included the only black, Korean and Vietnamese members.

Allow me an aside. Once a year, I indulge in the purchase of People Magazine. Yep, I buy the post-Oscar double issue. So I was reading said double-issue, and I come across a story on the Delta Zeta fiasco. Which reads that every girl who was overweight or “not glamorous” was kicked out. No mention of race. I re-read it more closely. Not one mention. None. Race, it seems, didn’t factor into the People version.

Is it me, or is it racist to blip over this important fact?

Not me.

Monday Movie Review: Anatomy of a Murder

Anatomy of a Murder (1959) 10/10
Paul Biegler (James Stewart) takes on the defense of a confessed murderer (Ben Gazzara). The plea will be temporary insanity, but the case really hinges on the accused’s wife (Lee Remick). Was she raped by the murder victim, as she says, or was it an affair?

Anatomy of a Murder announces itself as “modern” from the opening credits, with graphics one associates with the 1960s, even though the movie was made in the ’50s, and a jarring, thrilling Duke Ellington score. Within the first scene, the word “rape” has been used in the kind of matter-of-fact way that movies of this era avoided at all costs. (The controversy created by the film’s frank language caused it to be banned in some places, including Chicago.)

As a movie, it’s just about perfect. Crackling good dialogue, excellent pacing, fascinating plotting. Also, sex, death, violence, domestic drama, legal drama, and the spectre of rape. So it definitely keeps you focused.

One thing this movie does is refuse to give you pat answers. Was Gazzara’s character actually insane, as he says? Who is lying, and who is telling the truth? The movie explores the characters and situations without answering.

From a feminist or social context, the movie is equally fascinating, and equally left in the lap of the audience. The trial is built largely around the perception of women. Laura Manion (Remick) is not “nice.” She flirts. She moves her body freely. She likes to go to bars, and drink, and dance. She doesn’t wear a girdle. Maybe she has affairs, maybe not, the movie refuses to say, because really, it doesn’t matter. The community, and the jury, will perceive Laura as a slut regardless.

Now here’s where it gets tricky. If Laura is perceived as a slut, the jury will also perceive that Laura wasn’t really raped—she was “asking for it.” And if she wasn’t really raped, if she wasn’t a pathetic innocent victim, then her husband cannot be excused for murdering the rapist. If she “led a man on,” then that poor, sad man didn’t deserve to die. Even if he did rape her. The culture will perceive it as him “forcing himself” on her because he knew she “really” wanted it. At which point, she deserved what she got and the rapist did not deserve what he got.

In terms of the way women are perceived and imprisoned by that perception, this is some pretty sick shit.

Furthermore, all that Laura is to the judge, to the jury, and to the community is a slut who somehow caused a death. What happened to her is only interesting in terms of how it effects men. There is an extended sequence in which Laura’s panties are discussed. They are pertinent because she says that the rapist ripped her clothes off. The police found the skirt and blouse, but not the panties. The use of the word “panties” in court causes the entire courtroom to break out in giggles. The judge says (paraphrasing), “Ladies and gentlemen, these panties are no laughing matter. Not when they may be connected to a man’s death, and when another man may go to jail for murder.” At no point does he say that they are no laughing matter because a woman has been raped.

James Stewart’s character is terrific; he’s interesting, complex, and very real. What’s very interesting to me is that he absolutely believes Laura. He knows she was raped, and he knows that the way the prosecution is going to play games; with the notion of her decency, with the idea that perhaps she wasn’t raped at all, is reprehensible. Yet he doesn’t reject the “morals” that create these reprehensible behaviors. He urges her to behave in a way that avoids drawing attention. He practically begs her to wear a girdle. And by doing all this, he seems to accept the moral environment as a given; even if he doesn’t like it, he’s not going to say anything about it, because it’s normal. It’s the Way It Is.

So, not exactly a feminist movie. But not anti-feminist either, and in many ways, this is so much more advanced than most movies of its era that I could wriggle in delight. To top it off, great, great movie on the let’s-just-ignore-the-politics scale.