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The politics book club decided to read Rebecca Solnit’s The Mother of All Questions, one of three books of Solnit’s essays that’s been sitting on my shelf since early in the Trump administration.

This book is mostly essays published around 2015 or so, and I’m pretty sure I’d read a bunch of them when they were first published. They’re still fairly solid essays, but for most of the book the overwhelming impression I had was that of experiencing A Blast From the Past. 2015 was almost ten years ago! Things are different now! The progress we thought we were making then has not always gone in the directions we thought they would! It was really quite an experience, revisiting all those news events.

Overall the essays were quite good but as a single book it’s a bit repetitive and uneven. I think it’ll engender some fruitful discussion but it might also engender a lot of “Oh my god, remember…?” type of commentary and I might be the one making it. I’ll try to prepare myself to do better than that.
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I belatedly (because it was again for a book club) read bell hooks’ Feminism Is for Everybody, which I have been wanting to read for a few years now. And I don’t know if I’m just in a bad mood lately or what, but I was kind of underwhelmed? I might just be tired of “primers” and other 101-level material for subjects I already have some familiarity with–I got occasionally bored with Gender Queer for some of the same reasons, even though I’d hardly consider myself an expert on genderqueerness–but also I’m just not sure how much Feminism Is for Everybody really works as a primer as opposed to a manifesto. It’s extremely short, but it’s subject matter covers the entirety of the feminist movement from the early 1960s through the 1990s, so it necessarily runs full of generalizations and its treatment of any given feminist subtopic tends to be a bit sweeping. But I’m not sure this means bell hooks did a bad job given that structure so much as I don’t like that structure and am no longer the audience for it.

That said, I’m not sure that today it’d be the best book for the absolute beginners who are its intended audience, either–it’s intended to be accessible but it’s certainly got its share of academic writing tics. The bigger issue is, I think, just that it’s a bit dated; we’re now as far away from the ‘90s as the ‘90s were from the beginning of the second wave, and I think some of it might be confusing to a current audience if you either aren’t old enough to remember the ‘80s and ‘90s backlash or at least read Susan Faludi’s Backlash. Then there’s stuff that is apparently confusing to other readers that seemed perfectly clear to me and I’m not quite sure what in my background reading makes it not-confusing to me but apparently very confusing for other readers (mainly the language around women involved in the second-wave movement “choosing” lesbianism or bisexuality, like, yes, people make choices about what terms they identify with and what relationships and activities they’re going to pursue and generally, like, how they are going to live, more modern writing might have said “exploring” here instead but I’m really not sure where people are getting the idea that hooks thinks you can choose your attractions).

I also bounced a bit off the bits about spirituality and love. Some of this is because I’m not very spiritual and I’m also definitely not a big love person. Some of it is also because I’ve lately become very wary of generalization-riddled leftist language that spends a lot of time talking about doing nebulous inner work on yourself as being the horizon of change, as opposed to showing up and doing organizing, and then developing whatever interpersonal skills are required for you to organize with other people without driving each other out of the room. The fact is that you can talk about love til you’re blue in the face, and organizing will still consist mostly of boring hard work that’s only bearable to do on a sustained basis if you can stand to be in a room with the people you do it with, and politics is mostly full of people who come to public meetings because otherwise nobody would stay in a room with them.

Anyway, there’s a lot of interesting stuff in this book, if not very in-depth-ly. A lot of it is definitely, like, bell hooks’ personal take on the second wave of the movement, and you may agree or disagree with her takes (or, if you are truly the beginner the book is for, have absolutely no idea how to go about testing them). It definitely touches on a number of the important common failure points and stratifications within feminism, especially racial and class division. The bits on sex works are a bit yikes but blessedly limited to a handful of sentences. Idunno, it’s an interesting collection of thoughts and high-level analysis about a variety of things related to feminism and the feminist movement, but I just didn’t find it as meaty as something like Women, Race, and Class, which is also fairly short but is also more specifically a history with a lot more concrete detail.
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BDSA’s SocFem WG and AfroSoc are co-hosting a reading group on Angela Davis’ Women, Race & Class, which I bought from the LPC a while ago. I figured this would then be a good time to move it from the unread nonfiction shelf to the read nonfiction shelf, even though the discussion is only on one chapter. It’s not a very long book, and I’m a completist.

Each of the 13 chapters has a tightly focused subject and the book as a whole reads like 13 essays rather than… well, rather than a book as a whole. This is fine–lots of great books are compilations of essays–but it wasn’t what I was expecting going into it. Angela Davis is a very good short-form political writer; she’s easy to read, and her essays are always information-dense and reasonably jargon-light.

The subject of the book is exactly what it says on the tin. Each essay chronicles a portion of the rocky histories of the various women’s, Black liberation, and labor movements, starting with white women’s role in the abolitionist movement before the Civil War and continuing up to the contemporary hot topics when the book was published in the early ‘80s. Special focus is given to the forging and deterioration of solidarity between different issues and demographics among and across movements, highlighting the gains that could be won when people supported one another and the weakness and fissures that develop in movements when they fall prey to supremacist thinking. Some of the history covered here I think has been mainstreamed a little since publication, but much of it is still rarely discussed outside of Angela Davis reading groups.

Some particularly thought-provoking subjects covered: The history of Margaret Sanger’s involvement in the socialist movement, before she quit the Socialist Party to chase eugenics money; the racial complications of the “wages for housework” movement; the history of abortion and infanticide among enslaved women and its implications for the reproductive rights movement; the legacy of the myth of the black rapist among white anti-rape feminists; everything about Ida B. Wells.

The chapter we’re discussing tonight, “Chapter 5: The Meaning of Emancipation According to Black Women,” is only seven pages long, but covers a range of subjects regarding Black women and labor, and should provoke a solid amount of discussion. I’m looking forward to it.
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This weekend I read the third in the trio of Alternate Historical Witch Books About Terrible Religious Men that I’d wanted to read. The Once and Future Witches by Alix E. Harrow I think is as good as The Year of the Witching, making them both a bit better than The Witches of New York, although all three books were enjoyable, particularly if you like the sorts of elements they have in common (which I do). It’s got driven young witches and some dreadful religious zealots and even a mysterious plague.

One thing that makes this one a bit different than the other two is that it has three protagonists. Our main characters are Bella, Agnes, and June, a trio of sisters who, at the time the action takes place, end up fitting neatly into the archetypal roles of the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone. They all grew up on a farm under the thumb of their dad, who was a batterer and a drunk. For various reasons they all wind up in the city of New Salem (Old Salem, the one that is meant to be the alternate history version of Massachusetts’ now-beloved Witch City, was essentially smote out of existence by Inquisitors in this version of the witch trials). New Salem is going through some political unrest–there is a mysterious fever sweeping the city, and people are also getting all upset and scandalized by the extremely bourgeois and respectable suffragist group that is agitating very politely and entirely legally for the vote, and a factory with the absolutely fictional and original name of the Square Shirtwaist Factory has recently burned down, killing numerous garment workers.

In the middle of all this, the three sisters finding each other again–after having been estranged for seven years, due to a complex sequence of meddling and misunderstandings–kicks off some magical shenanigans, which inevitably causes a panicked backlash among the more uptight sectors of the city, which is most of it. Thus do the sisters decide to actually do the thing they keep getting in trouble for, and form a secret society of witches with the goal of bringing back the lost power of real serious business witching into the world, via the semi-mythical lost tower of Avalon, put together several hundred years ago by the Last Three Witches of the West (known only as the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone) and hidden until such a time as it is called back. From here the shenanigans get wilder and more dangerous and start pulling in all other sorts of issues of political repression and social injustice–you’ve got the secret society of witches of color who are sort of dubiously watching the antics of the secret society of mostly-white witches to see how much trouble they’re going to get everyone into, the union men who secretly use bits of “boys’ magic” to rust railroad tracks and tie people’s shoelaces together, the remnants of the city’s Underground Railroad from before the war, immigrants and natives and queer people.

For all that it leans heavily into the “magic as a power fantasy of the oppressed” thing, it’s not a light or fluffy story; it’s a power fantasy for morbid weirdos like me who want to read brutal, violent, high-octane stories where characters have to continually choose between the crushing pain and mortal danger of being attached to other people and the crushing pain and mortal danger of being alone. And it delivers the blood and guts and existential despair in spades, tempered with more wholesome witchy favorites like the Power of Librarianship and the Power of Fashionably Cross-Dressed Lesbians.

I liked the depiction of the tensions between the respectable suffrage association and the more militant witchy types, and I appreciated that it wasn’t portrayed as quite as simple as “the respectable ones are dumb and small-minded”--the strengths and pitfalls of each strategy, as well as reasons why someone would wind up supporting one over the other, are shown pretty sympathetically. The costs of even respectable activism are high; the costs of magic are higher.

I’m not sure there’s anything real deep or insightful for me to say about this book since part of how it winds up at 500 pages is that it definitely makes all its viewpoints very explicit. This is fine as I am in agreement with basically all the viewpoints, and the book doesn’t come off as thinking its own viewpoints are a lot more radical than they are, the way The Witches of New York occasionally did. But it was a great 500 pages to spend a bitterly cold January weekend with.
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Because I am a huge snob and have a chip on my shoulder about vague use (and misuse) of jargon in activist spaces/social justice discourse, I lobbied one of my book clubs to read Arlie Russell Hochschild’s The Managed Heart: Commercialization of Human Feeling, the book that coined the term “emotional labor.” What is “emotional labor” specifically? How does it differ from terms like “emotion work” or “feelings management” that have not become omnipresent buzzwords? What does the book have to say about emotional labor in the workplace, the realm that the term was coined to talk about?

Despite my pettiness of motivation, I did end up quite genuinely enjoying the book–it was fairly slow going to read, but that’s because I kept stopping to think about things, not because it was particularly difficult. As someone who is not naturally inclined toward fantastic social skills and therefore has a long history of reading advice columns and human sciences textbooks and other stuff that tries to put messy human things in nerd-friendly terms, I have strong opinions at this point about what is woolly vague talking about feelings and what is useful explanatory talking about feelings, and this is pretty squarely the latter. Hochschild walks us through the basics of feelings management in private life, drawing on and critiquing a wealth of earlier social scientists, and then explores what happens–and how it happens–when “feelings rules” are moved into the corporate realm, and someone’s feelings become a product. Her main case study here is Delta flight attendants in the early ‘80s, in part because Delta was consistently one of the highest ranked airlines for customer service, and in part because it was nonunion. (Not-so-fun fact: Delta’s flight attendants are STILL non-union! But they are attempting to unionize: deltaafa.org.) She also does some surveys of college students and, in one particularly interesting chapter, examines the work lives of bill collectors, for whom the particular emotions demanded are far different than those demanded of flight attendants–bill collectors are encouraged to be suspicious, impatient, and angry, so that they can be properly aggressive and disdainful of their debtors.

I’m definitely looking forward to talking about the book although I am somewhat less looking forward to having to draw up some really good meaty questions (I will try, though). One thing I don’t really want to do is summarize the book because I think one of my main takeaways here is oh, everyone on the left (or “left”) who wants to complain about emotional labor really, really should take the time to sit down and read the whole thing; it’ll absolutely give you multiple tools for thinking specifically and concretely about how and why you’re so exhausted and miserable in a way that repeating a phrase you’ve seen on social media ad nauseum absolutely won’t. What is the role of emotion vs. the role of surface behavior in the various aspects of your life? How are the people around you reflecting and enforcing “feelings rules,” and why? Why do some forms of “people telling you what to feel” piss you off so badly, and why do some of them not, and why do people keep trying to tell you your own feelings anyway? When is emotion management “authentic” and when is it not, and why are we so obsessed with “authenticity” anyway? What does putting your feelings at the service of your employer do to your mental health? While reading this book I did a lot of thinking about emotion rules and expectations in social justice spaces, where people are very explicitly trying to challenge and rewrite them to be something less oppressive–and not everyone has quite the same ideas about what that means. For example, I have heard some writers of color despair at the sort of “eat your vegetables” tone in which their books are sometimes recommended to white people–they’d rather people read their books for all the normal reasons one wants to read a book, not because it’s a moral obligation to Read More Authors Of Color, or even because the thing you do actually want to do is Diversify Your Reading.

One thing that really comes through is the continuous expansion of corporations out of their lane, so to speak, to try and continually capture marketing-that-doesn’t-feel-like-marketing, ramping up expectations in their quest to always exceed expectations, generally destroying everything they touch like a fart in search of fresh air. Once it has become expected for service staff to always smile, customers know that they’re supposed to smile, so they become expected to smile extra warmly and sincerely, to surpass the customer-service smile and achieve some other kind of less commercial-seeming smile in the commercial transactions they conduct. It’s enough to make you want to demand openly grumpy flight attendants just to reset things. (On second thought, this line of reaction seems to be what’s driving the “vulnerability porn” phenomenon on various influencer-laden platforms, where audiences now want to be reassured that our influences are just as fucked up and miserable as we are, for authenticity.) Anyway, while the takeaway of the book is certainly not “emotional labor is bad,” which many people seem to think it is, and it is even more certainly not “feelings management is bad,” which many people who think “emotional labor” is just a fancy term for “feelings management” also seem to think it is, one takeaway certainly is that the profit motive is a fucked-up thing to have running our emotional lives, and unfortunately the inevitable capitalist growth imperative does not show any more signs of stopping its inexorable takeover in this realm than it does it any other.

Anyway I am SUPER excited for this discussion! I love to talk about feelings but only in a ruthlessly academic way! No touchy feely stuff, only analysis! Anyway, this is why I have a job where I sit at home and fuck around with documents instead of doing anything client-facing.
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I wanted to read some nonfiction next but I did not want to read anything too long, too dense, too serious, or quite frankly that I would have to think too hard about how to operationalize in my organizing. I figured Kate Bornstein’s Gender Outlaw: On Men, Women, and the Rest of Us would fit the bill, since I’d heard it’s fairly theatrical and entertaining, and it was published in 1994 (meaning written in probably 1992, 1993) so it’s not expected to be the most current how-to re: Not Being An Ass About Trans People Existing anyway.

I was fortunately correct in all my assessments, and got through the book in one day. Some of it was clearly kind of dated, occasionally in ways that were a bit cringe (the use of “shaman” in particular is apologized for in the afterword, written later) but mostly in ways that were funny (the use of “electronic bulletin board” to describe where Being Very Online happens was quite a blast from the past). The changes in the language around trans issues were the most interesting to me; there’s a part where Bornstein laments that there is no word for the oppression of trans people, then mentions that the neologism “transphobia” is in vogue among certain sets and that it might have possibilities. “Transsexual” was still in use in the ‘90s in a way that is out of favor now, which I expected, but I also spotted a “transgendereds” (as a noun), which I think at the time might have been Bornstein just playing around with how to say things, but if I hear that these days I’ll swell up like a Jigglypuff in anticipation of having to fight somebody.

There’s a whole bunch of stuff I could nitpick based on what I understand now but I’m not going to, based partly on the fact that it was 1994 and discourse evolves, but also because Bornstein is very clear that she’s speaking for herself. She also has quite a lot to say about intra-community discourse–or, at the time, the lack thereof–and that trans people often disagree with each other and with her specifically, so it seems a bit besides the point to object to the bits in this book that flout what has since become the Not Being an Ass consensus now that there’s any consensus to flout. The most obvious example here is how much of the book is focused on bottom surgery, a thing that there’s been a pretty concerted effort to get people to stop fixating on. But also the book is very clearly intended to be funny, and it’s Bornstein’s bottom surgery, so she can make as many jokes about it as she wants.

While the book is largely lauded for its observations on gender in the culture we all live in, Bornstein herself has had a really wild and unusual life that I found quite fascinating to read about: repressed postwar childhood, hippie phase in young adulthood, had some kind of naval career, got sucked into Scientology for a bit, transitioned in the ‘80s which just seems like a weird decade to do have done anything whatsoever in. The book is full of photos from various stages of her life, including several under her deadname as a handsome young man with a very unfortunate ‘70s mustache and even more unfortunate eyebrows. She’s a really excellent main character.

I had no problem with the creative page layouts, the screenplay spliced into the second half of the book, or any of the other general artsiness; at this point I think I have a fairly good ear for when queer people are attempting to lay out theoretical models seriously and when they are shitposting and when they are doing both at the same time (which is often). Chapter 4, “Naming All the Parts,” is probably the most straightforward theoretical part of the book, attempting to articulate a model that separates out the various things that get lumped into the term “gender” and how they relate to each other (assignment, identity, and attribution; the types of cues that influence attribution, etc). In much of the rest of the book she goes back to using “gender” in ways that are a bit fuzzy about what precisely she means, or are deliberately absurd. Bornstein is also often clearly writing from a gender abolitionist standpoint, and it’s very interesting to examine the points of departure between pro-trans gender abolitionist arguments/theory and the ham-handed bungling thereof that results in things like TERFdom and its even more nonsensical Internet descendent, the “gender critical” movement. (Why I torture myself by trying to examine the arguments of mindless hate mobs like they’re actual arguments, I do not know.)

Overall, Gender Outlaw was an interesting and entertaining read, mostly for its actual content and a little bit as an artifact of its particular time.
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For the New England Aces book club I finally convinced people to read an academic theory, so we’ll see if anyone actually does read the whole thing except me (and perhaps more relevantly, if anyone but me actually liked reading it). There is basically only one ace book that fits in this category, Ela Pyrzbylo’s Asexual Erotics (although it does cite a number of other interesting books on related subjects, such as singledom, that I now want to read).

Asexual Erotics builds on the work of Audre Lorde (who I have not read but really should) and her theory of the erotic as a motivating creative force that is not the same thing as sexuality, rescuing the word’s original Greek from the totalizing one-track-mindedness of Freudian psychoanalytics. The book is split into several different sections that analyze a grab bag of topics that are not explicitly about asexuality, but which the author sees as adjacent to them in a way that would benefit from an asexual reading.

I did like the first section best, which discussed the history of what has often been dismissed as “sex-negative” feminism in modern discourse--revolutionary feminist projects that practiced political celibacy as a way of encouraging their members to spend their time and energy on stuff other than trying to land a man. This line of thought has an especially bad rap in modern circles for a handful of reasons. One reason is, of course, that the handful of people who are still practicing stuff like “political lesbianism” in the year of our gourd 2021 actually are bitter weirdos who have driven themselves into a reactionary tizzy by refusing to learn anything at all about how humans work in the past 50 years (this is why they’re all fucking TERFs, too). I do think another reason is just that many people who know it’s in their self-interest to be feminists still don’t know very much about ‘60s and ‘70s era feminist history and have very little idea how completely bananas the environment people were working in at the time was. Political celibacy, the expanded and politicized--and yes, desexualized--conception of lesbianism, and the now hopelessly dated concept of the “woman-identified woman” all, frankly, made total sense in the contexts they were developed in--a sexual “revolution” without reliable birth control, a postwar economics of deliberately engineered financial dependency, liberation movements dominated by men with unexamined ideas about what having their masculinity respected means. This section and the second section, unpacking the cultural specter of “lesbian bed death,” do a good job of examining the weird double bind lesbianism finds itself in, of having to deal with opposing dueling stereotypes--one of the hypersexualization of queer people, and the other of the desexualization of lesbians specifically due to ideas about women’s passivity and their status as sexual objects but not agents.

The third section, “The Asexual Queer Child,” is not actually about ace children as opposed to children of other identities. What it is is an examination of competing mainstream ideas about childhood and sexuality, mainly the opposition between mainstream Western ideals of childhood as being “pure” and the necessity of protecting children from learning anything at all whatsoever about the fact that sexuality exists (even while--or perhaps, specifically in order to naturalize--subjecting children to heterosexual expectations starting sometime several months before they are even born), and the more Freudian view that’s dominated a lot of queer theory, where everything everybody does for any reason at any life stage is sexual and this is supposed to be liberatory somehow. Obviously I hate both of these views so I was happy to see them both picked apart a bit. The fourth section of the book is on the figure of the spinster, both as an object of mainstream ridicule and of feminist reclamation, and analyzes her as a figure of excess rather than a figure of lack. This section also picks apart our culture’s rather muddled approach to desexualization and aging, and the ways compulsory sexuality is mixed up in youth-centrism.

I did not find this book to be particularly dense as far as academic writing goes, it just discusses niche subjects in detail, which academic writing is supposed to do. If you are looking for an Ace 101 book I can recommend a few but some of us have read those already. The intro in particular lays out the landscape of various perspectives on Ace 101 and how they play out in different realms of public discourse, which I found valuable for articulating what sometimes bugs me about different types of ace discourse.

I am really looking forward to discussing this one in book club! I hope other people actually read it and show up.
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I picked up a copy of Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble at the LPC recently and said something along the lines of “I’m probably not going to get around to actually reading this book until one of my book clubs makes me” and then, lo and behold, one of my book clubs decided to actually make me.

As has traditionally been the case when I try to read philosophy instead of just watching PhilosophyTube videos, this book left me simultaneously going “I really need to read more philosophy” and “Help I am never reading philosophy again.” For me, the problem with reading modern philosophy is that it’s always in conversation with older philosophy that I’m not familiar with, and the problem with reading older philosophy is that it’s complete nonsense that I can’t stand actually reading and it makes me want to skip right to the bit where more modern, less bonkers writers critique it into something sensible. So basically every philosophy book I read is just a very slow process of trying to work around my lack of background in Lacanian symbolism or whatever and going “Ugggh I should probably actually read Foucault one of these days instead of just reading about Foucault, shouldn’t I?” That said I actually find Butler to be a very sharp, precise writer, and the stuff they write that isn’t all poking logical holes in the arguments of weird French people I’ve never read is always quite clear and readable.

The copy I have is the tenth anniversary edition, which is fun because the introduction gives a quick recap of about ten years’ worth of critiques, expansions, and other intellectual developments on the ideas developed in Gender Trouble, and I know there’s been another 20 years of developments on top of that, so before I’d even gotten to the book itself my “I should read that too” list had already noticeably grown.

While the critiques Butler discusses in their introduction make sense once they’ve introduced them, really the biggest “issue” with this book is the same as affects most serious theoretical works--it uses a lot of very specific and technical language in order to say some very specific and complicated things, much of which you need at least some background in “what are we talking about” to really grasp the specifics of, and many of those words have since been ripped from their context of an actual field of trying to study stuff seriously and started being thrown about in general conversation, where formerly very specific language is made as capacious as possible in order to maximize the frequency with which people who have no familiarity with the subject in question can throw them around to make it look like they’ve done the reading when they haven’t. Hence the current vogue for using “performative” to mean “empty symbolism,” basically the opposite of what it actually means in speech act theory, the thing Butler is drawing from when they use it to talk about how gender is constructed (oh, and don’t get me started on how people think “constructed” means “exists solely as a half-assed idea that you can then drop the minute you realize it’s constructed and has no real impact on anyone or anything unless you are insufficiently enlightened,” like personal belief in God). This is of course not Butler’s fault anymore than the use of “emotional labor” to mean “any labor I have emotions about doing” is Arlie Hochschild’s. It does, however, make me extra cranky about it, now that I have put in the effort to work through all these challenges to the various theories of sexual development put forth by weirdos like Freud and Kristeva in order to get to the conclusion, which reiterates all of Butler’s major points and what they believe their political implications to be fairly clearly.

The bulk of the book is essentially a genealogy of other philosophers’ ideas about what gender is and how it works and how sexual identities develop, and boy is it a wild ride. Some of these folks had some very weird shit to say about how a person winds up gay and frankly even weirder shit about how a person winds up straight. There’s a pretty obvious strain of complementarian thinking through a lot of these theories, which posit heterosexuality as some kind of necessary precondition for anchoring a sense of self as a woman or a man. I’m sure this is true for some people, but as an ace woman I really can only be like, dang, that sounds like a dreadfully stressful way of existing. Imagine actually internalizing that shit; couldn’t be me. There is a lot of stuff about Lacan that I cannot follow at all because I have no background in Lacanian philosophy whatsoever. Other parts were easier to follow; Butler’s dissection of Foucault’s take on the life and writings of Herculine Barbin was interesting partly because Herculine Barbin was a real person with concrete autobiographical details to discuss, but also partly because I’d already read Julia Serano’s take on Foucault’s take on Barbin in Whipping Girl so I wasn’t starting from zero there and was interested in comparing the two critiques.

I’m really glad I read this, even though I kind of wish I’d read it at a time when I had less other stuff going on so I could really give it the full attention and focus it deserves, which I feel like I’m not quite up to right now. I think the discussion next week will be really good; I’ll have to remember to take another look through the chapter and section headings first to refresh my memory about what stuff I want to talk about since it did take me almost three weeks to work my way through it.
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It’s not that often that I manage to get myself to read, like, real theory or academic writing of any kind without a book club to make me, but one of the recent exceptions was when I put in an order at Ohio State University Press for two of the volumes in their “Abnormativities” series: Ela Pyrzbylo’s Asexual Erotics: Intimate Readings of Compulsory Sexuality and Alyson K. Spurgas’ Diagnosing Desire: Biopolitics and Femininity into the Twenty-First Century. Spurgas’ book arrived first and despite knowing that my brain was completely squooshed from the national convention and I should do something nice and light for it instead, I couldn’t help but take a look at the introduction, and then I was compelled to read the entire thing.

Diagnosing Desire is broadly a critique of the supposedly objective, “apolitical” science in the fields of sex research and sex therapy and particularly of the DSM-5’s new replacement for Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder, the gender-specific “Female Sexual Interest/Arousal Disorder.” It is also a qualitative study of a number of women who had been diagnosed--officially or via self-diagnosis--with low desire, some of whom had sought formal medical treatment, and others of whom had gone the self-care/self-improvement/alternative medicine routes. In addition to the study participants, Sturgas also interviews a number of professional sex therapists, researchers, workshop coaches, etc., in varying degrees of Calculated To Drive Me Personally Batty. (Celeste’s quotes in particular nearly gave me a nosebleed, but I’m getting ahead of myself.)

Spurgas starts by taking us through the history of sex research and particularly the history of feminist-identified sex research, which these days finds itself in an awkward position. Following the work of Masters & Johnson in the ‘60s and a lot of writing by a lot of irrepressibly horny sex-positive feminists, the old notion that women aren’t supposed to have sexual feelings of their own has been debunked, and the new notion that women are Just As Horny As Men, Actually, has come to the fore. Only women continue to have higher rates than men of both diagnosed sexual dysfunction and asexuality, which is a little distressing for the sorts of people who think we liberated women sexually by giving them, like, permission to be liberated, and by permission we of course mean that these are the new marching orders that everyone must follow or be deemed broken and subject to fixing.

Now, I am the sort of old-fashioned feminist that thinks that feminism is a left-wing political movement for the liberation of women as a class via the overthrow of patriarchy, and to me it seems reasonable, if not downright obvious, that there’s more to the collective sexual liberation of women as a class than merely declaring us Liberated, and if women are exhibiting higher rates of being Not That Horny After All then there is perhaps some kind of society-wide turnoff in effect, like the patriarchy continuing to exist, or men being terrible, or all these people chattering on about evolutionary psychology all the time, which is unsexy and crass. However, this is a rather niche and old-timey definition of feminism, and most of the self-identified feminist sex research going on now uses the newer definition: the tautological and fairly useless claim that one believes one’s own opinions about gender stuff to be correct.

It is this drive for an “apolitical” but somehow still feminist sex research--not the old downer kind of feminism that talks about patriarchy and the sociocultural traumas women face, just the new fun kind of feminism that talks about sex a lot and doesn’t upset anybody’s ideas about gender essentialism--that has landed the various fields of sex study in the shameful condition they are in now, pushing something Spurgas dubs the “feminized responsive desire framework.” This framework is a newfangled spin on the quite old and rather dubious conception of female sexuality as being predominantly reactive and receptive and not independently driven and it’ll wake up if you just, like, keep trying to put her in the mood, we’re sure--and not only that it will, but, now that this is the model, that it’s supposed to, and if it doesn’t then something has gone wrong. Gussied up with a load of evolutionary psychology--and evolutionary psychology does not appear to have gotten any more scientifically rigorous since the last time some unimaginative numbnuts tried to use it to argue me into bed--this model is now actively being taught to women who seek treatment for low desire, apparently sometimes in lieu of even the most basic inquiries into their relationship condition, like “do you think the people you’re trying to have sex with but are mysteriously lacking in desire for are attractive?” (One participant, after going through a pretty bad experience with a clinical treatment program for sexual dysfunction, was able to ‘cure’ her low desire by divorcing her shitty husband and becoming a lesbian.)

My initial response as someone who does identify on the asexual spectrum is to be defensive about “low desire” being a category of dysfunction at all, so it was very informative for me to read about the perspectives of women who did feel like losing their desire was an interruption of normal functioning. It’s clear that there are not (yet, anyway) any real cut-and-dried, easily identifiable answers about when we are pathologizing natural human variation vs. when we are naturalizing the effects of patriarchal oppression (and then, of course, pathologizing that in order to redirect efforts away from political solutions and toward individual women individually working to not Let Themselves be affected by, y’know, the structures of our entire society, through personal strength of character or sheer irrepressibility or whatever victim-blaming nonsense we’re spouting this week). An interesting aspect for me as a reader was that, while half the time I felt like I was reading about space aliens--as is usually the case when I read about sex--I also found myself relating quite a lot to many of these women’s stories about Things That Have Sucked, both subtly and less subtly, about being involved with cis men, in regards to my infrequent forays into heterosexual experimentation. It is nice to know that I am not insane for a) finding them to have sucked and b) experiencing the expectation that nothing could ever suck in a way that’s demotivating, that if something doesn’t work for you you should be endlessly motivated to Keep Exploring, as a demand for a pretty significant amount of work, which it is possible to then find tiring and like things are being demanded of you. I was familiar with the concept of compulsory sexuality before this but not so much with biopolitics, so I found the sections on sexual self-optimization and its ties to the more general neoliberal cooptation of self-care to be particularly fascinating.

There is also a lot about sexual carework, a thing I have simply never had any interest in doing, and how it is related to modern (white, middle-class, able-bodied) femininity, a thing I do not feel compelled to “succeed” at and do not particularly value (femininity is just gender conformity for women and, while my appearance is pretty gender-conforming, I don’t think anybody who’s ever met me could accuse me of valuing conformity). I found all this stuff particularly interesting because it highlighted to me the degree to which my asexuality/aromanticism really are, in part, tied up in my politics, in a way that much of the rest of the community doesn’t seem to share--from the execrable dedication of Angela Chen’s otherwise excellent Ace to the relentless “Aces can still…” discourse of mainstream journalism, there’s an often-showcased desire to be normal and a view of “normal” sexual and romantic relationships as satisfying and desirable that I just… don’t see! I see a sexual landscape that women are expected to navigate their way towards extracting enjoyment from, but from over here that landscape really just looks dreadful and I do not want to spend a lot of time learning to navigate it. I would possibly be more interested if it sucked less, although maybe not. So it was nice to read a book that really discussed in depth all the ways in which the terrain that women are developing and performing their sexuality on really is still quite rocky, and that a scientific consensus that depends on and simultaneously refuses to engage with the traumas and demands made of feminized populations results in regimes of “treatment” and “advice” that wind up producing sexual difference, thus exacerbating the problems they are in theory terribly concerned with solving, and, in fact, producing women’s sexuality as a problem to be managed and treated and brought in line with a complementarian vision of heterosexual fulfillment.

While this book certainly jammed a lot of very chewable content into my poor exhausted brainpan that I will be ruminating upon for quite a while, it ALSO reminded me of how much other stuff I need to read! I’m so under-read in so many areas! I will be going back through the works cited pages multiple times, I am sure, even if that does mean my eyeballs will be assaulted with the citation of Karl Marx’s Capital using the year the Penguin Classics edition was published and not, you know, the year it was published originally. (I am sure this is a house style thing and do not wish to blame the author for it but it really is my biggest criticism of the book; no reader should have to suffer through seeing the citation (Marx, 1990).)

Anyway, final verdict is that this book was REALLY fascinating and now I sort of regret not having a book club to discuss it with, so if anyone wants to borrow my copy so that I have someone to talk about it with, please let me know!
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 In my politics book club (now one of multiple politics book clubs, but whatever) we decided to read Julia Serano’s 2007 classic Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity, even though books that came out when I was in college being “classics” now makes me feel old and creaky. I was not the one who suggested it, but I had recently picked up a copy because I’d started following Serano on Twitter, so it was a well-timed suggestion.
 
A few things have changed since the book was written, most obviously that nobody uses the term “transsexual” anymore, but overall it holds up. The second edition, released in 2016, discusses some of the things that had changed since 2007, especially in the media and pop culture landscape; this is honestly a little depressing to read because the 2016 intro was so obviously written right before the enormous backlash that’s taken off in the past year or so and is currently spreading through shitty state legislatures like fascist wildfire. 
 
While the term “transmisogyny” seems to have spread throughout The Discourse there are a couple of other really useful terms/concepts in this book that I haven’t seen used as widely as I think they could be (and as I plan to start using them). The most obvious one is the distinction between traditional and oppositional sexism, which I feel like I do hear discussed sometimes but not always with those specific terms (or any specific terms at all, which is why I think inventing specific terms is useful there). The other concept I really like is “gender entitlement,” which is basically the assumption that everyone else’s experience of gender and/or sexuality is or must be actually the same as one’s own, and the subsequent a) freakout or b) accusations of lying that follow when somebody exhibits or states a way of existing that is clearly very different. (In the ace community it is common for folks to talk about initially assuming that everybody else’s talk of sex and sexuality was all just an entire society-wide practice of exaggerating in order to seem cool, and being genuinely shocked to find out that some--indeed, most--people actually mean it. One thing I will say for the ace community is that it is expected that, by the time one is identifying as ace, one has discovered that this is wildly incorrect.) Gender entitlement can afflict anybody, no matter how marginalized, which is why liberatory movements and communities around sex and gender so frequently devolve into infuriating, balkanized little theory wars where everyone tries to prove that the way they experience sex and gender is The Way It Actually Works and everybody else is just dumb or suffering false consciousness or something. (For example, biphobia is widespread in our society, but as someone who is not bi, Ask Me About My Run-Ins With the “Science Says Everyone Is Bi Akshually” Crowd! They’re not numerous and have no societal power whatsoever, but they did manage to find teenage me and make me very uncomfortable in self-styled countercultural spaces!) 
 
There were a few things in this book that, while I don’t know if these even constitute criticisms, at least struck or were pointed out to me as odd while I was reading it. A friend of mine had a critique that it’s not entirely clear who the audience is meant to be. The book is “trans 101” enough that I am told it’s not exactly new material for trans people, but it doesn’t really coddle cis defensiveness, and it does get into critiquing some fairly academic gender and sexuality theory that is probably not going to be too accessible to the same reader for whom the bits explaining the problems with the Jerry Springer Show’s depictions of trans people are new material. Personally, I very much enjoyed Serano’s commitment to surveying and refuting such a wide-ranging spectrum of wrongness, even for fields and communities that I don’t know anything about (this is because I am a mean person). On the other hand, I was mildly thrown by the earlier chapters where she went from a detailed breakdown of all the invasive, sexualized ways in which depictions of trans people in media are constructed to cater to and enable cis prurience, and then right into a detailed breakdown of all the effects of going on HRT, including its effects on her sex life. Which is certainly not out of scope for a book about gender and sexuality, but it’s a fairly conversational sort of book and would definitely be TMI for an actual conversation.
 
The theorizing on femininity was probably the most interesting to me, and the most relatable. Like Serano, I am a reasonably gender-conforming (especially in appearance) woman with a strong sense of binary female gender identity and I consider myself a committed feminist, so I’m quite familiar with the never-winning back-and-forth of being both too gender-conforming and not gender-conforming enough for both the anti-feminists and the feminists, sometimes for the same things (in my case the ace thing is a big one, where the sexists think I should be spending more time chasing boys because that’s what women are for and the “sex-positive feminists” also think I should spend more time chasing boys, but like for feminist reasons). For this reason, Serano’s vision of gender liberation where everyone gets the fuck over themselves and leaves other people alone is very compelling to me personally. I have issues with the word “femininity” that made reading about it a bit of work, the main issue being that my brain sides right off it as not particularly meaning anything--I don’t identify as a “feminine” woman even though it is pretty objectively true that I am, but it means I can’t make any sense out of terms like “someone’s femininity.” I don’t particularly value my tendencies toward gender conformity, it’s just easier, because the alternative to instinctively learning how to be a person entirely from other women would be to pay some sort of conscious or unconscious attention to how non-women do things, and I am not going to do that. Anyway, despite skating off that specific term, there was definitely some Relatable Content there in terms of identifying very strongly as female and getting fed up with other people’s attempts to have all kinds of supposedly scientific hifalutin Opinions about it. 
 
Also I would like to take this opportunity to reiterate that, while questioning whether the “male” way of doing things is necessarily best is a critical part of feminism and also just critical thinking, “cultural feminism” is just the feminism version of queer theorying yourself right back into homophobia and, while there is no such thing as “male energy” or “female energy” objectively, trans women definitely have female energy regardless of where they are in terms of medical transition and, additionally, are the only people it’s actually fun to do sports with. This is not a shitpost and I will fight people about it. 
 
While a lot of the book is theory, a lot of it is also biographical, chronicling Serano’s personal experiences, first as a crossdresser and then through social and medical transition. This obviously limits the perspective to that of a middle-class, already somewhat “girly” looking white person, which is obviously not universal, but it generally doesn’t pretend to be. I think the personal touch works well, though, especially to add a more concrete dimension to some of the theory talk. It also means that two of my main takeaways from the book are “I hope Julia Serano has gotten better friends since 2007” and “She seems like she’d be fun to go for after-meeting drinks with,” neither of which are particularly politically enlightening thoughts, but whatever. Overall, I think it’ll be a fun book to discuss and I hope that nobody in our mostly-cis book group says anything completely embarrassing! Including me!
 
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For the political book club we decided on Mary Beard’s Women & Power: A Manifesto, a short work consisting of two speeches that Beard has given. 
 
I was a little apprehensive going into this, mostly because Beard is a British feminist and British feminism is definitely on the shit list these days as types of feminism go. 
 
Overall the book was fine for what it was, although what it wasn’t isn’t quite as lofty as the title would suggest. Beard is a classicist, so both speeches come from that perspective, looking at the continuity of misogyny from classical Greek and Roman cultures until today. This is interesting and seems to hold up. However, overall, the book is about women and representations of power, which is not quite the same thing as being about women and actual material power itself, which to me, as a cranky socialist type, is a pretty big thing to get conflated. The first speech is an interesting historical view on gender and public speech--particularly the sort of public speech that gets taken as authoritative--and the second one is also largely about gender and the imagery of power. While Beard eventually does raise the issue of reimagining what we actually mean by power, rather than just trying to reach gender parity in the handful of unaccountable twerps at the top, this question is only raised, not really dealt with, and is only raised at the very end of the book, which in my opinion means the target audience here is people who have never thought about feminism before. It is absolutely a first-day-of-class level analysis.
 
For a 100-page light, introductory read full of entertaining pictures of classical art, I’m more or less willing to forgive its one-dimensionality, in most respects, but I would be remiss if I did not point out one line where Beard is just whopping wrong on a factual level, which is her contention that Barack Obama got more public respect than Hillary Clinton did, and that you somehow had to venture into deeper, darker corners of the internet to find the level of bloodthirsty, bigoted vitriol targeted at him than you’d find for Clinton in mainstream discourse. This is just flatly untrue, and cannot be entirely explained by Beard living in the UK, because we’re all on the same Internet. 
 
Other than that, the book is a very interesting look at traditions of rhetoric and public discourse as they relate to notions of authoritativeness. 
 
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CW: Extremely personal

Despite my intention to cool it on purchasing books for a bit, I absolutely had to order myself a copy of Angela Chen’s recently published ACE: What Asexuality Reveals About Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex. I am not a big one for reading books on sexuality, although I have found the last few I’ve read to be worthwhile, though on the other hand this might be because I only read one every year or so when a book club makes me. But this year’s book I decided to read on my own and then managed to find a book club invitation for--by the New England Aces meetup, a group I am not a member of and have never interacted with, though one of my friends is one of their lead organizers--because this one was personal, but promised a higher level of discourse than, say, Tumblr, which is where I go when I get sick of the allo world’s bullshit and, apparently, wish to change things up by getting sick of Tumblr’s bullshit instead.
 
Pandemic time seems to be boring us all into introspection about identity and gender and sexuality and all sorts of things about how you fit into the world, which would be fine except I did introspection last year after tabling at the Boston Dyke March and wouldn’t have bothered if I’d known I’d just have to do it again so soon. I am usually OK with being the type of person that overthinks everything, but I tend to resent time I spend thinking about sexuality, considering it wasted energy that I could have spent on stuff I actually value.
 
I read the book anyway, and then I went through it a second time with a pencil and highlighter and sticky notes and marked it all up, like I almost never do. I have been having some Thoughts, and also Feelings, and also Thoughts About Feelings, and also Feelings About Thoughts, and it’s Kind Of A Lot given that I’m pretty much stuck at home and not allowed to get within six feet of people, so who knows if a single one of these thoughts or feelings will survive contact with human society once everyone’s let out of their pens again. But whatever.
 
Overall the book is good in that it explains concepts correctly and covers a lot of ground, interviewing a ton of different people and highlighting the diversity of ace experiences. There’s a lot of close looks at the way the author and the people she interviews respond to the expectations put on them, and how they get in people’s heads and complicate figuring out our own authentic feelings. It covers the intersections of aceness with race, gender, disability, religion, etc., and acknowledges the difficulties and uses of trying to taxonomize out different kinds of feelings in a culture that lumps all strong feelings about other people into one thing. 
 
There are times when this book was extremely emotionally validating--about my bafflement with “normal” people, about my contempt for the faux-nonconformist rhetoric of “sex-positivity” culture, even about my disdain for certain aspects of the extremely online ace scene. While the Tumblr discourse has shredded the word into near-uselessness by defining the term narrowly as only meaning a lack of one extremely specific feeling, loaded with caveats that it does not and cannot carry any sort of implications about anything else whatsoever, Chen correctly identifies that the real uniting thread through the aspec community is a sense of not getting it. What precisely one does not get and how one feels about not getting it can vary quite widely (and there is always the possibility that you don’t “get” what some supposedly “normal” person is talking about because that person is actually a bigger weirdo than they know) but it’s a relief to frame the community in a way that accepts not knowing what the fuck is going on, because otherwise the pressure to know precisely what people are talking about so you can self-interrogate about whether you are Really And Truly Entirely For-Reals Ace can get exhausting and drag on for quite a while. So that was nice--I can be ace precisely because I have no idea what’s going on! I don’t have to feel like I’m reflecting poorly on the community by being extremely dumb! Being baffled is the community, and so I have found my people!
 
However, there were other times when some of the experiences and framings used in the book ran so counter to my own experiences that they kicked off additional rounds of self-doubt, starting literally before page one. The book is dedicated to “everyone who has wanted to want more,” which applies to me not at all. Other people have wanted me to want more, and I have always taken the position that that’s their problem; that it’s rude and creepy of them to try to make it my problem; and that if that’s the sort of thing that’s going to make them mad, then they deserve to be mad, and the only acceptable response on my part--if I’m going to respond at all, which I shouldn’t, but it’s hard to be completely impervious to other people at all times, especially when one is young--is to ace harder so that those people can die mad. 
 
It is very clear that Angela Chen and I are very different types of aces, not just in terms of how we’re ~naturally~ wired to feel about other people (to whatever degree we’ve got that settled) but also in terms of our reactions to the societal pressures around us and our goals and visions of what constitutes the good life. Many of the things that Chen wants and that she was afraid asexuality would be an obstacle towards--to have a deeply felt romantic partnership, to be desired, to be normal, to be doing sex-positive feminism correctly--are things I either see no appeal in or am extremely avoidant of. (It took me about 15 years to reach a point where I don’t automatically experience being desired as a form of being ignored or unseen.) Which brings me to the unhelpful reaction where I feel like her and a lot of the other aces--nearly all of whom also struggle with the specter of not being “gold-star” enough!--have somehow “proved” their asexuality by putting it to the test and trying to be something else, because they didn’t want to be ace but are anyway. I, on the other hand, despite a handful of half-assed forays into heterosexuality, actively want to be ace, and wanted to be ace since before I knew there was a word for it--and boy could I have used a word for it! This, of course, sends me down the self-doubt rabbit hole where of course all the other aces are real and valid and part of the queer community, but I am probably just straight and in denial about it and have hangups due to heteropessimism  and being that misandrist type of feminist everyone is very quick to rush to assure you that they aren’t and which doesn’t exist anyway. 
 
That the book also discusses the damaging implications of the obsession with the “origins” of asexuality and the need to prove that it is never in any way influenced by anything whatsoever, and how that’s garbage, was helpful in pulling me back out of some of these spirals, but didn’t stop me from falling into them in the first place. 
 
I probably do have hangups--I for certain have some measure of hangups from dealing with too many dudes who were Really Really Concerned That I Might Have Hangups, Let Me Fix Them For You, at an impressionable age--but that does not explain why I reacted to expectations around sexuality--even ones as vague as “it is expected I have one”--with horror at ever being even mildly associated with the subject, but I did not do the same with, for example, gender. I have never for one moment in my life felt not female or doubted that I was female or wanted to not be female; I always just wanted people to stop being so obviously, absurdly wrong about whatever responsibility or expectation they put on being female. There are other ace people for whom the expectations of sexuality associated with their assigned gender alienated them from their gender, and there’s got to be some inherent, authentically me reason that I responded to expectations about female sexuality with 0% alienation from femaleness--and indeed, a determination to hold onto it and to not let other people ruin it with their wrongness--but with 100% alienation from sexuality and a determination not to have one… right? Which again brings up the question of “does that count”? Especially given that I have been so unfortunate as to have occasionally been hit with exceptions to my usual opinion that humans are hideous sweaty meat sacks who invented clothing for a reason. Do those infrequent, ill-fitting experiences invalidate my aceness--literally, they must at least compromise it--even though the continually iterated promise that, once I had one of those sorts of feelings, everything would make sense and I would be normal, never happened? In fact, I have loathed those feelings so thoroughly that that they made me understand “normal” people even less, so thoroughly that I have not even felt like they were my feelings, but some horrible perverse alien’s feelings that had invaded my brain, and the idea of having to somehow identify as them is simply unbearable. And let us not even get into how outrageous it is that people who claim to love and care about me somehow thought it was bad that I had been contentedly not having the terrible feelings and that they wanted my brain to be invaded by this awful, time- and energy- sucking outsider whose goals and values and priorities run so contrary to my own. But disidentification, externalization, and alienation, no matter how extreme, aren’t technically the same things as not having the feeling, so… what are they? What category of person does that make me? Down the navel-gazing rabbit hole I go.
 
So the book was an emotional rollercoaster for me, whiplashing constantly back and forth between bursts of recognition and entire pages of “can’t relate, can’t relate, I have no idea what this ace person is talking about either,” with some seasonings of “the inverse of this is relatable and explanatory!” Aromanticism in particular is discussed but given rather short shrift, with a pretty big bulk of the book given over to romo aces and how they navigate romantic relationships. Given that these days I identify more strongly as aromantic than as asexual when I need a respectable-sounding word, I sometimes had to do a bit of expansion of explanations in order to apply them to the concepts where I need stuff explained. Most strikingly to me, Chen occasionally assumes that the reader, in addition to most allos and most of the ace people she interviews in this book--and even some of the aros--has absorbed our cultural scripts around relationships; as someone in her thirties who still cannot quite grasp the concept of a “date,” I pretty much just had to steal reassurances about finding other stuff unintuitive and tell myself it was parallel. 
 
I think if you are not ace this book will do a fairly good job of breaking down some of the expectations and assumptions that some people don’t even realize they have and don’t realize that the people they are trying to help experience as pressure. But it is hard for me to really see how someone who is not fundamentally antagonistic to these expectations would react, because I am so deeply antagonistic that people who aren’t might as well be another species, so I shouldn’t assume that things that seem like unmistakably clear and lucid explanations to me will be in any way comprehensible to them. But I do hope that at least the most basic message will be clear, which is… well, to put it bluntly, that they should shut up and get off our case. 
 
That, of course, is the really 101-level message, the baseline ask of individual allo readers to stop making ace people’s lives harder. But the real strength of the book is that it does not leave out a call for collective action. While not a socialist book, it does look at sexual commodification, conspicuous consumption, medical models of desire as a measure of health, and the economic and legal frameworks of family and care work by analyzing how they are products of capitalism that serve, e.g., pharmaceutical companies, at the expense of real people. It makes an interesting read to pair with, for example, Kristen Ghodsee’s Why Women Have Better Sex Under Socialism, which is actually about a fairly wide variety of ways in which the economic conditions of capitalism constrain women’s freedom around sexual behavior and family life, and especially to contrast and synthesize with Sophie Mal’s article Collective Turnoff,  which breaks down how much the “stressful, pressurized prurience” of the capitalist “command” to unrepress ourselves is actually a major fucking turnoff for a lot of people. This, somehow, even though I viscerally detested reading every single word of that article except the phrase “stressful pressurized prurience” (which is great and I intend to use it all the time), has oddly brought me to the closest  I’ve been to comfortable with the idea that I might not really truly and irrevocably be ace. Maybe I’m something else and it’s just that my turnoffs include capitalism, patriarchy, amatonormativity, compulsory sexuality, the male gaze, sexual commodification, and evolutionary psychology lectures. (I wish to again stress that this is like, 10% of that article, tops, that I found valuable and explanatory. The other 90% feels to me exactly the same as the thing it’s trying to present an alternative to and I had exactly the same reaction to it as I do to being lectured by horny dudes about how akshually science says everyone is bi and poly: Like all my nerve endings are being dipped in glue, and with bone-deep rage and insult at the attempt to tell me how I’m supposed to be.) 
 
Anyway, I think ACE hits a reasonable balance in acknowledging both that asexuality is a natural and normal part of human variation that shouldn’t be pathologized, and that the standard that it’s only valid if it is 110% completely and unassailably natural, immune to any form of social or environmental influence whatsoever, is also false and harmful. And by “reasonable balance” I pretty much just mean that both arguments are in there at all. 
 
At the end of the day I think the main thing I can say about this book is that it was therapeutic, and obviously that is very personal and I cannot say that it would be so for anyone who is not trying to process all the precise things that I personally am trying to process and to evict the same ghosts from their past from their head that I am trying to evict. It was not a fun experience, but certainly a cathartic one. Other people may find it informative.
 
 
 
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The politics book club decided it was time to read something fun and spicy and possibly Valentine’s Day appropriate? I forget if that came up in the discussion, as I periodically forget about most holidays that aren’t Halloween. 
 
Anyway, for February we landed on Kristen R. Ghodsee’s Why Women Have Better Sex Under Socialism, and Other Arguments for Economic Independence. 
 
It’s a pretty short, pretty easy read, and it lets you know where it stands right off the bat. Page 1 has two paragraphs. The first paragraph sums up the book’s core argument. The second paragraph explains what various sorts of readers can expect to get from reading the book, except trolls, who can fuck off. The opposite page features a picture of a smiling Valentina Tereshkova, the first woman in space, in full cosmonaut gear with “CCCP” prominently visible on her helmet. So far, so good.
 
Ghodsee, a professor of Russian and Eastern European studies, uses the term “under socialism” in its broadest possible sense, looking at the effects of changes won by socialist parties, politicians, and agitators on women’s achievements and personal lives in a variety of countries touched by socialist movements. 
 
Some of her specific definition choices strike me as a little odd—she refers to countries ruled by Communist parties as “state socialist” rather than “communist” because they never achieved full communism, but she refers to countries where democratic socialist parties held power and implemented programs via parliamentary means as “democratic socialist” countries rather than their usual name of “social democracies,” even though they never achieved full democratic socialism either. For most of the book I was able to mostly take it in stride that in this work we’re using words the way the author defines them, as is good and normal, but it got noticeably weird when talking about, like, there being a higher proportion of female CEOs in Scandinavian countries. “Socialist countries have more of some type of CEO” is the sort of framing that makes a big record scratch noise go off in my brain, even if it is immediately followed up with a discussion of how focusing on elite women leaves the vast majority of women behind.
 
In the “smart editorial choices” column, the book is structured so all the “other arguments” are in the earlier chapters and the stuff about Soviet sexology is in the later ones, thus ensuring that readers are motivated to read past the first few chapters. Although if I weren’t reading this for a book club I might have been tempted to skim some bits; I have been doing this feminism thing for quite a while and I’ve read most of the stats on labor force participation rates before. It’s cool that Ghodsee brings in more stats about Soviet countries than you usually see in mainstream progressive feminist discourse, which most often just compares the US and Western Europe, though. But there’s still just a lot of Feminist Political Program ground I’ve seen covered before—maternity leave policies, hiring discrimination, wage gaps, correlation between numbers of lady bankers and firm performance in the 2008 meltdown, sexual economics theory, public policy and birth rates, etc.
 
It therefore probably shouldn’t have been surprising that I actually found the parts of the book that were explicitly about sex more interesting than the bits that weren’t; it would appear that because it is less relevant to my usual interests than the stuff about career paths and birth control access, it was also the material that I wasn’t already familiar with. Apparently there was some pretty intense Cold War rivalry going on in the field of sex research in the mid-20th century. I had no idea. I was also fascinated by the different taxonomies (here called scripts) of sexual behavior that researchers found when conducting interviews with Russian women of different ages, which changed dramatically in different periods of political history. Researchers found five, one of which (“instrumentalist”) appears to have not even existed under the Soviet system. (The only one of the scripts that sounded even remotely tolerable to me was the “friendship script,” which Ghodsee insists is not the same thing as a friend with benefits, meaning it would appear that I don’t understand what a friend with benefits is either. Apparently I am Too Socialist in addition to Too Aromantic to understand literally anything about contemporary pairing behaviors.) (This is why I don’t usually read about this stuff—it just leaves me more confused.)
 
One of the explicit goals of this book was to inject some nuance about how we talk about the USSR into American political discourse, where it is generally seen as a one-dimensional black hole of Evil Empire by most Americans (and then as an unimpeachable workers’ paradise of anti-imperialism by a small but loud handful of anime avitars on Twitter, but the less said about them the better). In this respect I think she does a pretty good job for American readers, even if she does occasionally hit levels of Explaining Very Clearly that would make me feel a little talked down to were I not acutely aware that I have been rendered unable to talk to normal people and am myself no longer a normal people. Also I like the term “blackwashing” and will be adopting it immediately.
 
Overall I am pretty glad we picked this book since I probably wouldn’t have read it on my own, but it was an interesting read and I learned some things.
 
 
 
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For the politics book club for March, we wanted to read something about #MeToo, but were stymied by the fact that the #MeToo movement is like two months old and so nobody has written a proper book about it yet. But it turns out there is indeed a recently published book that touches on a lot of the issues being looked at with #MeToo, and that I already had a copy of it, because back in December, Annie and I went to see Jaclyn Friedman talk at the Cambridge Public Library and had thus gotten signed copies of Unscrewed: Women, Sex, Power, and How to Stop Letting the System Screw Us All.
 
Friedman is a sex educator, not an academic or a theorist, but she takes a really holistic view of sex education that means she incorporates a lot of feminist and other kinds of theory into her educative mission, and she does a lot of reporting on what sex researchers and other social science researchers are up to. One result of this is that the book covers a lot of ground, including political movements like the rise of the Religious Right, economic issues like the cooptation of sexual liberation rhetoric by advertisers, the sorry state of scientific research on how women's sexuality "works," and labor issues surrounding sex work and the trafficking narrative. One unavoidable side effect of having such a large scope of topics is that the book was either going to breeze through a few things or be a thousand pages long; Friedman (probably quite sensibly) went for the first option. The book clocks in at around 250 pages plus notes, and there are plenty of other resources out there if you want a more in-depth history of, say, the Religious Right's adoption of abortion as a galvanizing issue when it stopped being politically feasible to mobilize around opposing interracial marriage, or on sexism within the various other '60s/'70s political movements.
 
What this book really does is provide a framework for discussing issues within our sexual culture and learning how to demystify the bullshit that gets thrown around to keep us all in line and buying increasingly technically advanced underwear or whatever. I don't know if Friedman identifies as a socialist (although she's based in Boston so: Jaclyn, join the SocFem Working Group), but one of her main points is that the issues with our sexual culture are systemic, wrapped up not only in patriarchy but in interlocking systems of capitalism, white supremacy, etc., and that the constant message that if we're unhappy, it's all due to our own individual failures and we should individually find ways to be better, is the gaslighting propaganda these systems use to prevent us from taking collective action to demand and create a better culture. (She also identifies this "there's no such things as society; everything's on you personally" worldview as neoliberal ideology specifically.)
 
One core concept that Friedman uses heavily in this book is the idea of fauxpowerment, which is a bit of a goofy-sounding neologism that I think nevertheless sums up a lot of what's wrong with our current sexual culture overall and many segments of the feminist movement's obsession with lifestyle policing and writing endless takes about whether individual bits of pop culture ephemera are empowering or not. In the fauxpowerment narrative, empowerment is personal, it is something you feel rather than something you objectively are or are not in relation to other power actors, and it must be performed so that everyone knows you feel sufficiently empowered and we can all feel good about how empowered we all are and nothing has to change. (This was always the most desire-to-stab-my-eyeballs-out-inducing part of the wonderful chaos that was the aughts-era ladyblogosphere, for me. Endless fucking thinkpieces about whether this sex act or that sex act or this movie or that pop star "is empowering." Do you know what felt empowering? Realizing I didn't have to give a shit and closing the browser tab on those thinkpieces.) In the fauxpowerment narrative, at its most pernicious, even things like threat of violence or actual violence are all about whether you have a "victim mindset" or "are letting fear control your actions" and blah blah blah and none of it's supposed to have any relation to, like, whether or not you actually are at risk of violence or have in fact been victimized. It ultimately ends up demanding that people not process or react to any input from their environments at all, which is just not how people work.
 
Friedman says: To hell with all that, neither wearing pants nor not wearing pants is inherently objectively empowering or disempowering. The problem here is that we have all these cultural systems that let other people have way too many opinions about other people's pants-wearing (or lack thereof) and, most crucially, that some of those people have actual power over other people to punish them for doing pants wrong. It's not a brand-new insight; as long as there have been shitty hot takes by creepy gender study professors who later turned out to be not qualified and preying on their students (a-HEM) about how purifying jizz facials are or whatever, there have been people pointing out that this is stupid and not the point. But Friedman here provides tools for breaking down and talking about why it's stupid, which is very valuable, even if one of those tools is a silly portmanteau (but then, so was "mansplaining," and that was Macquarie Dictionary's Word of the Year in 2014).
 
The chapter titles are also fun. I realize this isn't particularly important, although I like how Friedman's casual, bloggy writing style works; it feels kind of like you're hanging out in a bar with her or possibly still in the wacky world of the feminist netroots. (Some of the stuff she talks about might also be more awkward if she tried to use a more formal writing style--it's a book about sex, after all. Go ahead and giggle.) But the chapters are titled things like "The Separation of Church and Sex" and "Our Internet, Ourselves," which I think beats being super dour all the time. Just because our sexual culture is garbage doesn't mean we can't poke fun.
 
Unscrewed also profiles a bunch of activists who are currently doing work on de-upfucking fucking, with information about the kind of organizing they do and the things their organizations have accomplished. You know, just in case you're interested in getting involved. A brief epilogue, How to Join the Resistance, gives a few starting points and bits of advice for newbie activists, much of which should be broadly applicable to any kind of social justice work. It's not quite the Revolution Inna Box that everyone seems to want to find at the end of books on social issues, but if anyone had figured out how to put a revolution inna box then things wouldn't still need so much fixing, would they?
 
As someone who has opted out of American sexual culture about as much as she could figure out how to opt out, this book was an interesting read for me not necessarily because it challenged me to be a better ally to people who don't want to just nope out (I've been painstakingly educated on being less of a judgmental ass about that kind of thing over the past several years, so while it helped, it wasn't a new idea) but because it challenged me to try to imagine a culture I wouldn't want to opt out of. Over the years I've sort of identified as various places somewhere on the ace/grey/demi spectrum, but only in the past couple of years have gotten comfortable identifying as This Is Too Much Work And I Can't Be Arsed--and I've gotten very, very comfortable identifying that way! But what if it was less work? What if it didn't come with an omnipresent lurking threat of sexual violence and a side of imbalanced expectations for emotional labor? What if I'd never felt pettily constrained by the desire to not prove Those Assholes right about anything ever? It's oddly terrifying for me to try to imagine what my sex life would look like if it wasn't shaped by years of seething resentment at the expectation that I have one because that's what people do and what women are for. I might even have one. I have absolutely no way of knowing. Trying to think about it is pretty anxiety-inducing so I'm going to stop thinking about it and focus on political activism instead. (Note to self: Write state lawmakers about that horrendous cop rape loophole already.)
 
Anyway. Discussion next week should be fun, especially as we're having a brunch book club so we'll be in a restaurant where there might be other people who can hear us. Scandalous!
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 I had a bit of a time getting hold of a copy of Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor's How We Get Free: Black Feminism and the Combahee River Collective, including ordering direct from the publisher and getting notified it was out of stock, but I finally acquired it. Yay!
 
I'd been on the lookout since the organizers for the DSA SocFem Working Group gave a presentation on it as part of the WG's inaugural meeting, and they gave another presentation to the general membership during December's GM.
 
One thing I had not known before these presentations: While the Combahee River is in South Carolina, the Combahee River Collective was based right here in Boston. Learning this definitely bumped this book right to the top of my priority list, because my knowledge of Boston radical history is not great.
 
Another thing I learned in these presentations: the Combahee River Collective Statement is the first known time a text used the term "identity politics."
 
The book is a small one, coming in at just under 200 pages and about the dimensions of an iPad Mini. It consists of a reprint of the Combahee River Collective Statement itself, which here is a mere 12 pages long, and then interviews by Taylor with several members of the Collective and with Alicia Garza, the founder of #BlackLivesMatter.
 
The Statement and the interviews are absolutely packed with history and analysis. While the CRC was only in operation for a few years, they brought a wealth of experience in organizing in the various '60s and '70s political movements and were able to synthesize it all into a radical, anticapitalist queer Black feminism that combined analytical rigor with a deep respect for lived experience.
 
While the Statement is an excellent document, the interviews are really the meat of the book (and not just because you can find the text of the Statement online for free). The interviewees who wrote the Statement--Barbara Smith, Beverly Smith, and Demita Frazier--discuss the founding of the Collective, their political awakenings and prior activism, the difficulties in coalition-building that they experienced, the work the Collective did in Boston, the development of the terms "identity politics" (used in the Statement) and "intersectionality" (coined by Kimberle Crenshaw in 1989, but the theory of which maps pretty closely to what's in the Statement), and the state of Black feminism today. There's some discussion of cooptation, aspiration, and the rise of a very small number of highly visible elite Black women that I think ought to be required reading for all white leftists, if only because this is an area where white leftists sometimes really put their foot in it.
 
The interviews also give a really important look into the ways in which the various -isms plaguing the disparate '60s-era political movements were hindrances to the women's participation and hindrances to effective organizing, while also recognizing what was important and effective and meaningful in them, and thus avoiding the tiresome Good Actually/Bad Actually dichotomy that's so irritatingly common in political discourse these days.
 
Overall, a very, very important read for anyone who's interested in not replicating the failures of the past in whatever strain of activist work is most important to them.
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So, I have seen a bunch of commentary lately about the term "Mary Sue," and how it has turned into a generic term for "any female character ever who I dislike, probably because she did something or was good at something or didn't get hit by a bus on Page 1 and I think this is terribly unrealistic (because we all know that real girls are never good at anything ever), and also, I detect some hint of wish fulfillment somewhere, which is self-evidently bad."

Many people smarter than I have discussed the massive, massive problems with the first parts of this definition, including such awesome ladies as Holly Black and Seanan McGuire.

But I also want to mention something that keeps cropping up about "wish-fulfillment characters," and that is: When the flying fucksticks did "wish fulfillment" become a dirty word? Especially in FANTASY? Ask nearly goddamn anybody who reads about the stories that inspired them and stuck with them and meant something to them as children and they will, at some point, mention some aspect of the story that they wished they could have in their own lives. Using storytelling to imagine fulfilling one's various wishes is a very, very old and, apparently until quite recently, fairly well respected part of the whole stories thing.

And I know that GRIMDARK and UBER GRITTY and ALL THE READERLY PAIN is very in right now, which I adore, particularly when it is done well, but even the edgiest and grittiest and grimdarkiest of stories that you can actually manage to get through and read have at least one part that makes you go "I wish I had that!" or "I wish I could do that!" Even A Song of Ice and Fire is full of food that you want to eat until you get sick (and now you can!), and witty one-liners from Tyrion that you wish you were clever enough to have thought of, and Brienne kicking so much ass and having so much strength and discipline that you only wish you could ever be that badass except you can't even get off Tumblr and go to the gym. Wish fulfillment can work perfectly well in a story and be all sorts of fun, particularly if it's supposed to be a more or less fun or fluffy story to begin with, and especially particularly if the author's wishes that they are fulfilling are similar to yours.

If they are not similar to yours, then just don't read the book/watch the movie/cosplay the lead from the TV show. Even some kinds of stories that have literally nothing what the fuck ever at all even a little bit to them except wish fulfillment can still be deep and meaningful to the people with those particular wishes. Example: Spiderman. Spiderman has, no joke, been a very important and formative and inspiring and hopeful story to legions of awkward nerdy dudes who like science and do not feel they have enough awesome to attract their sexy lamp of choice and do not feel particularly special or like they have the power to fix any of the various things in this world that need fixing. Spiderman makes these dudes feel that they can be special and powerful and fix things and acquire their preferred female-shaped life accessory. If Spiderman is not the fulfillment to your particular wishes, however, it is possibly one of the dumbest and most vacuous stories ever told. Particularly the movie version that my ex made me watch. (Watching it caused me to actually lose a lot of respect for that particular ex. He strongly believed that he was not stupid and did not like stupid things, because only stupid people like stupid things (this ex did not really believe in fun, as you can probably tell already), therefore, everything he liked was smart and objectively good, because he was a smart person with objectively good taste. So you can imagine how surprised I was that Spiderman turned out to be the most across-the-board straight up fucking stupid movie I had seen in about ten years at that point--literally nothing about it was "good" in any way outside of the wish fulfillment. It did not have clever dialogue, or a surprising plot, or good acting, or pretty costumes, or any understanding of basic physics, or ANYTHING.) The utter lack of anything whatsoever going on with Spiderman outside of the "It would be cool to be Spiderman!" aspect has not stopped it from becoming a well-beloved classic superhero and a household name. And do you know what? THAT'S OKAY. That has always been okay.

But suddenly now it is so not okay that people aren't even bothering to argue WHY it's not okay; they just say "Wish fulfillment" and everyone gravely nods that yes, truly, that is a terrible, terrible thing that shouldn't be happening anywhere near storytelling of any kind. (I suspect the not-okayness of wish fulfillment may have something to do with the increased visibility of stories wherein it is ladies' wishes that are being fulfilled, and if our wishes are fulfilled in fiction, maybe we will want them to be fulfilled in real life next, and then we might turn into feminists or something! Quelle horreur!)

I would like to posit that there is actually only one wish that is incompatible with good storytelling, although it is, sadly, a common one: The wish that everything be easy and free of conflict.

This is a problem because conflict is the basis of all stories. Non-completely-shitty English classes will teach you this somewhere around fourth grade.

This was also one of the major problems with Mary Sues back in the day when Mary Sue was a term only used in fanfiction to describe author self-insert characters who fulfilled all of the author's wishes at once, including the one to just have a nice time farting around in the fandom-land of choice and not having to go through the stress and mess of actually having the adventures. The problem with Mary Sue wasn't that she had powers, it was that she had such awesome and outsize powers that she was able to instantly neutralize the entire plot. And while I sympathize with the wish to be able to clean shit up quickly and not spend a lot of time fighting and worrying and being miserable, that is also fucking boring to read. Back before the flood of specifically female self-inserts by young writers into largely male-populated fandoms (I am looking at you, all the LotR Tenth Walker fics) gave us reason to come up with a speshul name that implied this was some sort of ladies-only thing, this was called "immature writing" or simply "bad writing," as it is an extremely common mistake of young writers to make their heroes super awesome but their villians/plots/marine-life-filled-tornados really wimpy, so the hero beats them too easily and there is no tension and basically a weak or nonexistent plot. I have read quite a few dude-authored original fiction pieces by teens where the hero was too awesome to get or stay in enough trouble to make any kind of story, particularly in my time as a school literary magazine editor. I rejected them all for being boring.

So, as Holly Black points out, there are some major issues with applying the term "Mary Sue" to any non-fanfiction character, but if we're going to do so, I wouldn't ask "Does this character have power/talent/the ability to get out of bed in the morning without concussing herself?" or "Does this character have anything going on that would be fun to have going on myself?", but "Is this character's power so disproportionate to everything else in the universe that it cuts the plot off at the knees?" because that is basically where any of this "wish fulfillment" or "has powers" or "is special" stuff becomes a problem.

I do think the last Twilight book runs close to Mary Sue-ness not just because it's hip to bash on Twilight or even because, as [livejournal.com profile] cleolinda says, Bella Swan Vampires Better Than You, but because the plot is resolved pretty much by the main characters being so awesome that their mere existence causes their enemies to stop being their enemies anymore, because nobody can resist their total awesomness, and that shit was boring. I remember when Breaking Dawn came out there was a pretty big outcry of disappointment from the fanbase because it was so anticlimactic; like, the whole book was gearing up for a big showdown, and the fight just never happened because they were too awesome for anyone to fight them, and the only reason the book was as long as it was was apparently because it takes the Volturi forever to get their immortal asses to Seattle.

In contrast, I have heard some people complain that Daine from Tamora Pierce's The Immortals Quartet is "a bit of a Mary-Sue," by which they mean that they think the rare and exceptionally strong magical powers and divine background are a bit much. However, I think this is rather bogus, because Daine is far from the only absurdly super-powered entity running around the Tortallverse. Her big antagonist through the series, Emperor Ozorne, is a well-matched adversary in terms of absurd superpoweredness: he is one of the most powerful mages in the world in his own right, AND he is the emperor of a very large and wealthy empire, meaning he has large numbers of other powerful mages at his disposal, plus money, armies, ships, etc. And he never gives up on making everybody else's lives hard. If Daine had showed up in Carthak at the beginning of Emperor Mage and just been like "Ozorne, sweetie, could you stop being a power-mad murderer and just, like, abdicate your throne to a democratic parliament and go play with your birds?" and Ozorne said "Of course! You're so amazingly persuasive, and the purity and goodness that shines out of your face has caused me to repent my villianous ways, and also I would do anything to make you happy because you've been here for thirty whole seconds and that is just more awesomeness than I can take"... well, that would be some bullshit Mary-Sue-ness. (And one of the things people forget when calling published characters Mary-Sues is that the fanfics that inspired this term REALLY WERE THAT BAD, because writing is hard, and therefore a lot of the young and inexperienced writers mucking about in fanfiction are veeeeeeeeeeery bad at it, and that is okay, in the same way that it is okay that the picture frame you made out of popsicle sticks for your mom in third grade is of inferior woodworking quality to the beautiful, useful, and sturdy dryhutch that my adult uncle with the carpentry hobby made twenty-five years ago and that I am still using as furniture.) But instead, we get two ridiculously high-powered characters who never give up on trying to defeat each other, and Ozorne keeps managing to put Daine into shitty situations that she actually has to work to get out of, like when she thinks he killed her best friend and teacher and she goes on a destructive rampage with her army of resurrected dinosaur skeletons, which, on the one hand, is conflict-ful and unpleasant for Daine because she is REALLY UPSET ABOUT NUMAIR in that scene; I hope to not have to be that upset about anything anytime soon!, but on the other hand, I challenge anyone to look me in the eye and tell me with a straight face that they do not wish to be able to command an army of rampaging dinosaur skeletons.  Rampaging dinosaur skeletons ARE AWESOME, and their awesomeness should not be a complaint, unless you are straight up allergic to fun.

So I say, BRING ON THE WISH FULFILLMENT! Just don't leave out the plot while you're at it, and mix it up with plenty of readerly pain.
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http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/891365.html

This is everything I try in a muddled fashion to explain to people who don't understand why Twilight is popular even though it's dumb.
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Just in case anyone is still laboring under the misconception that anti-choicers are nice, reasonable, not-viciously-woman-hating people, who just rilly rilly love babies, and think babies start being babies at 1 cell because THEY LIEK TOTES UNDERSTAND SCIENCE--I bring you two absolute parody-of-themselves gems from the religious loony "understanding" of science. In the Pandagon thread I posted previously, one of the anti-choice trolls claims the following:

Anti-Choicers Totes Know Science 1: "Plants do not reproduce sexually."

"Suppose that, say, oak trees reproduced in pairs, by creating together a new, single organism."

(Pro-choicers point out that they do. Explanation involves something about apple seeds being embryos.)

"No, it’s not. It [an apple seed] is analogous to a sperm. The manner in which human beings and apple trees reproduce is entirely different and disanalogous."

(Pro-choicers explain about pollination.)

"They do not combine and form an entirely new and distinct organism of the same species in the way that human beings do. There is no such thing as a “seed embryo”! The best analogy (which is what you want if your position is correct) would be a plant that reproduced by combining two seeds together, which resulted in the formation of an entirely new organism. Such a seed would be of the same genus as the two trees that produced it; if oak trees reproduced this way, the product would be an oak."

(Pro-choicers: "Learn to botany, dumbass!" Painstaking re-explanation of pollination and gametes and such.)

"When a female plant fertilizes a male seed, all it does is put biological material on top of the plant seed. It’s like sprinkling salt on your food. When humans reproduce, they create an entirely new, living organism. They don’t put fertilizer or some other material on top of a seed like plants do."

Yes, you read that right. This dude was supposedly about my age, and does not understand the difference between fertilizing an egg and winding up with a fertilized egg, and putting fertilizer on soil to wind up with fertile soil.

Then:

Anti-Choicers Totes Know Science 2: "There are special magic birth control pills that don't function as birth control."

Setup: Dude said something about Natural Family Planning. Pro-Choicers/Actual Woman Who Have Woman Bits And Know How They Work pointed out that NFP only works if you have regular and predictably cycling (along with about twelve hundred other mitigating factors).

"Irregular menstrual cycles are treatable."

(Women: With hormonal contraception. Which you just said you were against.)

"I know that. However, hormonal birth control is used only to regulate irregular menstrual cycles. When it is used to regulate them, it does not make you infertile like the ordinary use of OCPs usually does. It only regulates your fertility cycles."

I know magical thinking shouldn't surprise me, but... "If you take the SAME pill with a different INTENT, it WORKS DIFFERENTLY!!" I mean, I know that a lot of teens go on BC for the dual purpose of period regulation and BC, and tell their parents/whatever nosy patriarchs ask questions about it that they're only doing it for the period control aspect, but I'd never heard that they also pretended that it wouldn't work for the bc aspect anyway. And that any dude anywhere over the age of nine could really be so damn terrified of Teh Laydeez Have Bodies!!!11!!1!!!1EWWW!!!!11!1!!1 that they would actually let themselves believe it just blew my lobe*.

I know it's only funny 'cos it's not me--if this dude has a sister, or a mother, for that matter, her life is probably hellish--but since it's not me, I laughed myself into a cramp, and felt obligated to spread the hilarity and feeling of superiority.

*Obstreperal lobe, to be precise: the part of the brain that detects and resists oppression and evidence of oppressive structures. It is made-up science, but I reserve the right to use it anyway, because I fucking know it's made up.
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Dr. George Tiller Shot And Killed In Church

Dr. Tiller has been specifically targeted for years because he provided late-term abortions, which are the abortions least likely to be entirely elective. So even if you're a rabidly sex-negative wingnut who thinks nobody should do more than hold hands unless it's for the specific purposes of having a child... late-term abortions have nothing to do with that. Women get late term abortions if they wanted the kid and complications arise/are discovered late into the pregnancy. Nobody just goes "Actually... d'ya know what, never mind, frak this" seven or eight months into a pregnancy. Which is why Tiller's clinic did useful shit like provide counseling for the patients and religious ceremonies for the fetuses (if the patient desired), while all the wingnuts were standing around outside slut-shaming already traumatized women (and, of course, not saving any of the slut-shaming for when the abstinence-only sex 'education' screed takes their own daughters to the clinic... 'cos somehow, the unwanted pregnancies of pro-lifers are always "exceptions" to the women-who-get-abortions-are-murderous-sluts rule, but developing eclampsia or something is not).

Pro-life, my ass.

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