Archive for May, 2006

Where’s the love for Big Love?

Jill over at Feministe posted a deep article, Patriarchy Gone Wild, about polygamy in the deep Southwest which resounded and validated all those icky feelings I have had when watching HBO’s Big Love (I am looking forward to seeing what John over at Blurbomat thinks, especially considering that he is an ex-Mormon living among Mormons so he’ll have some unique insights–my insights tend to wander). The trouble that I have with the show is that I cannot separate my personal politics from the storyline enough to be able to relate to the characters as individuals but let me back up and provide a little personal context.

My mother is a strong individual and an even stronger woman who values and strives for independence, mobility, and equality for all peoples regardless of gender, sexual orientation, color, or creed. Growing up, her beliefs left an indelible imprint on how I see the world around me and how I treat others. That upbringing has caused conflict, particularly the simple fact that I count myself as a feminist. How can you be a feminist? Don’t you need to be a woman? Are you some sort of leftist metrosexual? Looking back to my mother, her struggles attuned me to the experiences of women in our society but from the vantage point of someone in a position of privilege. While some would argue that I’m in touch with my pink and frillies it doesn’t change the fact that Feminism, at its essence, deals with the social, political, and economic inequality between genders. One thing I can’t even begin to understand is why Feminism gets people so upset. Is gender quality such a bad thing? However, like all things dealing with equality between peoples it is probably rooted in concepts of command and control.

Management has been drawn into Big Love and it has lead to some candid conversations about my revulsion and her fascination. She exhibits a much stronger ability to compartmentalize than I do so she has been able to watch the show for the interplay between the individual characters while I get hung up in the socio-political ramifications of the story’s environment. My problem is that I see my wife, sister, mother, niece, and every woman I know in the role of the female characters and it turns my stomach. Would I want my 13 year old niece married off to a 65 year old man? Would I dare tell my wife when she can leave the house and whether or not she is allowed to drive? These woman and children are chattel. Used and abused for the personal gratification and convenience of a handful of men. Would I wish that upon anyone? No.

I have a serious problem with people willing to impose their will upon others. Now it could be said that my laissez-faire political leanings could be construed as a loose version of what I abhor but my belief is that all people should be treated equally and to be free to pursue life as they see fit provided others do not come to harm from their actions. It is that last bit where the arguments start. Define harm. Going back to Big Love I see the polygamy situation as one that inhibits the rights of woman and children to self-determination. Physical, sexual, and mental abuse does that and moreover it damages the fabric of society by creating tiers of rights. Those who have them and those who do not. It is about control.

Control: to exercise authoritative or dominating influence. The word just doesn’t sit right with me. Some of you might be snickering for the fact that I have a child on the way and the the concepts of authority and domination will come to the forefront of my life but I still have a problem with it. Control to me belies the notion of absoluteness that it is complete, unconditional, and final. That concept, in my mind, is at odds with my predilection for nurturing, guiding, and encouraging. Control is diametrically opposed to self-determination and the notion of equality. Child rearing arguments aside, I do not want my child to grow up believing that they are better or worse than anyone else on this planet that they control or are controlled by others. Self-worth is derived from within not from without.

So there it is, my hang up is with a television show populated by fictional characters and places. Now, I suppose that it could be construed as good TV since it has challenged Management and I to think about the lives and world that it is describing and how that fits into our personal and shared world views. At the end of the day, though, it still makes me uncomfortable in a very icky sort of way.

Riddle Me This…

Even though I’m not even close to entertaining the notion of returning to Microsoft at home (sans Xbox of course) InformationWeek’s 20 Questions About Windows Vista is worth a quick glance.

Just look at the polygons I’m pumping!

In Life After the Video Game Crash David Wong makes a strong point:

A 10 year-old can come home from school in the afternoon and devote the rest of the day to the task of memorizing the exact sequence of finger twitches that will get him past the dark forces of the Empire. A college kid can do the same, often while high. Most employed and married adults cannot. If I’m right about this, the gaming industry is about to face its first real exodus of existing customers, a hard-core group they’ve relied upon for decades to snap up every new box on the shelf. We’re leaving, because while we have grown up, gaming, in many ways, has not.

Time is the most expensive investment required for gaming and the older one gets the more scarce it becomes. Saturday was to be a perfect day for gaming as it was rainy and Management had retired to bed to nap her morning sickness away. In anticipation I pulled out Paper Mario, Jade Empire, KoTOR II, and Fable thinking after my chores I could nibble a little on each. Wrong. My shortlist of tasks grew as I uncovered more things that needed to get done in anticipation of the baby and before long my morning melted into afternoon which in turn dissolved into evening. Another weekend passed without me playing any games.

Time why I am hesitant to purchase another console. When am I going to play it? Hell, I haven’t picked up my GBA in months and that is portable. I look at the DS and think that I would love to get my hands on Animal Crossing or Trauma Center but remember the dust gathering on the half-finished Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga cartridge sitting on the end table. That makes me sad.

So where the hell does all my time go? Well, the biggest time waster is employment. If I didn’t need to pay the mortgage or put food on the table I would gain about 50+ hours a week. The dog as he eats up around two hours a day in walking and playing as do the various chores around the house. By the time I get to sit down and think about picking up the controller I’m too tired to fish out a game and remember where I left off and this doesn’t even account for all the other interests competing for my time like reading and keeping up with this site and Candied Pop. With a baby on the way I’ll be lucky to respond to email so who am I kidding thinking that I’ll have the time and energy to jump on board with any of the new consoles.

I sound like such a curmudgeon.

Jackpot! (That is if you like Lacrosse)

Yesterday morning on our walk Peri and I headed over the the athletic fields to see what rogue balls we could collect. The Windsor Warriors are notorious for over throwing shots and passes so we can be assured that a day after a practice or game to find at least two or three balls in the bushes or near the stream bank. This ball hunt yielded an unprecedented thirty-four in the morning followed by another four in the afternoon.

Lacrosse Balls

We found all of them in or by the stream where the recent rains had dredged them up out of the mud and out from under the reeds. Quick price check on Froogle puts a thirty-six count bag at $50 so not a bad haul for about fifteen minutes of work.
Needless to say Management thinks I’m just a little strange.

Odd.

Mom and Dad.  That has always been reserved for my parents.  Hmmm.

Pencil us in for December 24th.

Seeing the heartbeat of our child yesterday left me with a swirl of emotions, some curiosity, a touch of fear, but mostly awe. It was a strange to see this tiny life form in shades of amber and gray materialized on the screen. I had expected the two dimensional ultrasound which yields pictures that resemble radar sweeps and you have to take it on faith that the bulbous anomaly is in fact your child. Instead, the technician performed a three dimensional ultrasound–actually GE markets it as a 4D Scan–and while the baby is only 1 CM in size all of the features were discernible including the brain, spine, and heartbeat. All I could stammer out is, “That’s us?” Articulate as usual.

I’m planning to post pictures of the ultrasound soon, that is if I can get them away from Management long enough to get them on the scanner bed.  Plan on being bored to tears for the coming months as I make continued post after post working out how to get to the hospital whilst driving in reverse (ala Corey Haim!), blindfolded, and coaching Management (read: myself) to breath.





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