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I really like these AdoptUsKids.org ads. They show a teen arguing with or being embarrassed by a parent (usually a mother, I think), and then end, capturing so much in a single line, “There are thousands of kids in foster care who would love the chance to put up with you.”

At first I was thinking it’s too bad they can only afford to run the ads at 1am, but maybe that’s actually a good demographic.

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I’m perturbed that the religious channel is showing a “documentary” on the martyrdom of the Waldensians, who were imprisoned and then forced out of Italian Piedmont in 1686 by the vicious Roman Catholics because they refused to give up Protestantism. I did not know these things were out there. It seems to me to be stoking old hatreds that should be let die.

And then I wondered why I don’t think that about documentaries on slavery.

“I” is often unnecessary. I mean, who else would be speaking (in such a self-centered medium)? Gaining a new appreciation for Spanish. (This one has made it’s way into my email.)

Conjunctions such as “and” “because” “since”, etc, can often be replaced with a period and left unsaid, merely implied. Likely NOT a good idea for email.

Actually using my pretty decent vocabulary. Picking the precise word becomes very important; active verbs are usually the shorter way to go.

Incidentally, blogging is totally jacking up my concept of title case. Not capitalizing “about” and “from” just doesn’t look right.

So, Apple released a new version of iTunes on Wednesday, and changed the icon for the first time since 2006 or so, and a lot of people think the icon is ugly.

So, yesterday, the iTunes 10 icon started tweeting. And for about six hours or so, suddenly about twenty different computer icons were tweeting, snarking on each other, pushing back at people. The Safari icon is a good place to get a bit of the flavor. People are talking about it under #iconsftw—it seems to still be going on a bit.

And, yeah, pure trivial silliness—but also a spin on the internet meme that I think takes a bit more work than hashtags, and works a bit more directly interactively than lolcats, and maybe has something intriguing to tell us about personas…. And I’m not really paying attention and don’t know much about various types of fandom, but what’s going on with these Star Trek characters?

Also, is anyone on twitter that I’m not already following? Because I’m terrible at commenting these days, and have just been lurking (or letting the RSS pile up over a thousand). And I’m not posting very much, either (though per usual, thoughts on brands, sewing, and community are brewing in drafts). So, anyhow, leave a twitter name in the comments if you’ve got it.

A funny review of a movie I haven’t seen:

I find myself expanding the English language to properly encompass the unremitting catastrophe that is M. Night Shyamalan’s latest work, inventing words like omnihorrific and vomitacious and spectacuturd. My favorite of these new words is nontage. I believe this is a truly new word, as I can’t even find it in the Urban Dictionary. Formally defined, a nontage is a montage in which nothing happens. Airbender is full of these.

A long while back, I asked FLG for a real counter-argument to the social constructionist approach that even little things matter and are worth addressing and protesting, such as the notion that pink is for girls. (Full context at Pink Wars, More on Pink, More on More on Pink, Pink Follow-Up, in December 2009, but this is a narrower focus.)

When social constructionists say “no, it’s isn’t just a kid’s toothbrush, it’s part of an overwhelming system of messages that will bombard Miss FLG every day for the rest of her life”, what counterargument do you offer to prove that that system doesn’t matter? Or that this is not a good way to attack it?

I got an immediate answer from commenter Robbo, which I will paraphrase as:

if you raise happy healthy well-adjusted children they’ll be able to ignore the messages.”

Fair enough, I can respect that viewpoint. I don’t necessarily believe it myself, but it’s a good answer. Less convinced by Robbo’s hint that teaching children about the messages makes them less well-adjusted, but that seems like a different debate.

But FLG also gave me several responses, and I am overdue in responding to them.

If the tiniest human interaction is part and parcel of a social construction and is consequently tremendously important then nothing is important.

First of all, there’s no reason you can’t have priorities within “important”, different angles of attack for one large problem, or specialize in what’s doable rather than what’s ideal. Indeed, those are techniques useful in any problem—rejecting them doesn’t scale.

But more importantly, this is hardly better than “sometimes it’s just a toothbrush.” It’s a rather more sophisticated version of “we can’t worry about everything,” that conflates “matters” with “everything is tremendously important.”

I have known men to run circles around me or elbow me out of the way because they apparently believe women are not allowed to expend simple human courtesy in the act of opening a door for a man. Do I have to wait until I actually trip over them and fall before such behavior escapes the label “the tiniest human interaction”?
If one endorses FLG’s statement as a general principle, then the list of things not worth doing includes:

  • holding a door open for anyone at all
  • the military practice of saluting officers and calling them sir
  • starting emails to a stranger with Dear So-and-So

Either small things matter, or they don’t. You can’t say “the ones I believe in matter but the ones I don’t believe in are too unimportant for anyone to worry about.”

To attack pink is to attack the symptom and not the cause“.

Absolutely a legitimate claim.

There’s a strong argument to be made that the billions invested in children’s toys and marketing those toys, and in Disney’s princess industry in particular, have turned pink into a cause rather than a symptom, but let’s set that aside and assume that pink toys are just a symptom.

However, attacking the symptoms can be an effective approach—it’s certainly used in modern medicine a lot. You can’t destroy an entire system at one sweep. Previous campaigns to change vocabulary, etc, have succeeded. FLG himself stated that “Ridding acceptable discourse of the word [nigger] was a necessary and relatively simple step in the long march toward equality.” Consumer boycotts and protests are a proven means of effecting change in big companies.

In fact, separating individuals from the system and attacking the symptoms actually balances out an undesirable tendency of social constructivists to operate on a meta, structural level. It’s really a very conservative approach, and it puts the responsibility for change in the hands of the individual to act as they believe, rather than demanding big systemic fixes, for which government regulation seems to be the main tool we have.

And if people choose one aspect of a bigger problem as their personal campaign, what’s it to you?

The things I worry about are things that construct gender roles AND have reasonably direct negative consequences. Saying girls don’t do science or math or whatever are in this category.

But the argument here is not that pink toothbrushes construct gender roles, or that parents should resist when girls pick pink as their favorite color. Rather it’s that when pink is the only option for girls, either because of manufacturing or because the dental hygienist says “oh no, honey, girls get the pink toothbruth”, then that constricts gender roles in the same fashion as “girls don’t do science”.

Creating the notion that certain colors, toys, and activities are for girls while others are for boys helps “girls don’t do science” land on fallow ground—”girls don’t take computer science” becomes an extension of a pattern that already exists. Different form, but same function. Girls hear “girls aren’t good at math” and accept that it makes sense, because it fits with other things—”girls don’t play trucks, girls don’t like blue”—they’ve been told all their life. That’s direct enough for me.

Clearly I’m the only professor out there listening to crap radio, or else this song (the winner in the evening competition a couple of times and a song I hear regularly) would be all over the internets along with the entitled student articles. Actually, maybe RYS already made it their video—since I never even see those in my RSS reader, I wouldn’t know.

Chorus:

That party last night was awfully crazy i wish we taped it
i danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked

drink my beer and smoke my weed
but my good friends is all i need
pass out at 3 wake up at 10
go out to eat then do it again

man i love college (hey)
and i love drinkin (hey)
i love women (hey)
i love college

The line at the end of this verse I suppose has a little redeeming value:

i cant tell you what i learned from school
but i could tell you a story or two
um yea of course i learned some rules
like dont pass out with your shoes on
and dont leave the house till the booze gone
and dont have sex if shes too gone

It’s kinda catchy, actually.

I remember when I first went to the East Coast, and found that people said “what’s up?” instead of hello, and it took me some months to realize no one really wanted an answer. Months which I spent yelling responses to people walking the other direction.

Now, whenever colleagues say, “we should do coffee”, I say, “what’s your schedule looking like?” But people seem to be really busy.

Is this just another “what’s up?” thing, where people don’t really mean it?

Superstars of Dance, y’all. Ser-i-ous-ly.

“We not only bring you the finest dancers in the world, but we bring you their cultures as well.”

Every other judge gives some extended commentary and then says “I give you an 8.” The Chinese judge, who appears to be wearing some type of monkish robe, says “cho. 9.” “ba. 8.”

The South Africans did a Zulu dance. Terrifyingly tribal, and I don’t mean that in a good way. (Actually, I think I’ve seen better African dance, but maybe Zulu isn’t as complicated as Senegalese, or maybe having only two drummers jacked them up.)

The Argentinean judge is way melodramatic.

There are two classical Indian dancers still in the competition.

The South African judge might think he’s actually Prince.

Apparently the traditional folkdance of the US is poppin’ and lockin’ and that stuff they do on Randy Jackson Presents America’s Best Dance Crew (which, by the way, Best Dance Crew has some hella awesome dancers, who again, were all better than the ones on this show).

The host is that guy from Riverdance back in the day.

I don’t even know how to describe the Australian guy. Prison-goth inspired modern dance? He went home.

The crowd loves everybody. Except a judge who gives something under an 8.

Holy shit, someone just suggested a battle between the street dancers and the Shaolin monks, after saying she saw similar moves. I’m gonna have to tune back in for that.

So, some of these are the type of performances that usually are relatively limited to a kind of hippie egghead audience, and suddenly they are on broadcast tv in primetime.

Truly bizarre.

“freecreditreport.com—not free after all. “

(Side note: moved in here in August, set up my DVD player in late November when family visited and helped me fix the speaker wires my cat had chewed apart.)

Seriously, why would anyone put Hayden Christensen in a movie ever again after Star Wars? I’m utterly mystified, and not alone:

starring — wait for it — Hayden Christensen as Case. How can such things be, you ask.

But hope springs eternal. Maybe Christensen will have his preferences set to ‘acting’ for this one, like he did in Shattered Glass.

Jumper actually switches actors from the 15-year-old main character to the 23-year-old main character (whose name I can’t even remember). My theory:

“Well, I looked at the final cuts. Fuck, Hayden Christensen can’t act. What are we gonna do?”

“Hmm…Hey, you know, after the first half-hour it’s all swaggering around and looking tortured, not too much dialogue. Hayden handles that kinda okay. So what if we reshot the beginning with different actors?”

“Gee, we lose some of the power of the transformation from nerd at 15 to cool at 23 if we actually switch actors, though…”

“Yeah, but then the audience gets sucked into the movie before they realize how annoying and wooden Hayden is, we’ll hire some cheap unknowns, it’ll all work out.”

“It’s a plan!”

(Wikipedia actually says the reverse of this happened, but I don’t believe it.)

Yeah….when women trying out for the Dallas Cowboys look squat and pudgy, the tv is screwed up.

A big fancy widescreen tv actually doesn’t count as a luxury if it jacks up the picture.

Alias? I so would not want my children watching Alias. (No, I don’t have children)

A snippet of a movie that involved US marines in Bahrain going on a date with local schoolgirls, in uniforms. I turned it off after that point, so I can’t tell you what happened next, but I can’t imagine it was anything I’d want my children to see.

Megachurch televangelism.

Lots of college-age people playing drinking games at a wild party. (I think this may have been the show Greek.)

Infomercial for Acne Complex.

The 700 Club. “You’re one of the nicest people God ever had to send to hell.” Wrapped around the life of Jake Peavy, star MLB pitcher, retold as the Lord’s plan to bestow His grace. (post-show voiceover: “The preceding [...] telecast does not reflect the views of ABC Family.”)

ABC Family actually advertises “a new kind of family!” I’m not really sure what they mean by that, but I don’t think I like it.

The Incredible Hulk

Also an enjoyable superhero movie, though not as good as Iron Man. Far, far, better than the most previous rendition of The Hulk, however. Far better.

However, if I have any Brazil scholars reading this blog, you may be interested to know that a favela in Rio makes an extended appearance. Indeed, the wisdom of the ancients, long the province of the far east (see: Batman Begins, others), appears to now be found in Brazil. A surprising innovation.

Hancock

I enjoyed it, anyhow. Reviews have been mixed, but I didn’t see why. As enjoyable as The Hulk, and less familiar.

Looking for a good action rental?

Should you desire a fun, violent, action movie, consider Shoot ‘Em Up, with Clive Owen. Highly entertaining. Rather gory.

I remember when I saw Titanic, at the end it’s an overhead shot while she’s floating on the big wooden door, and he’s dying in the cold water next to her, and all I could think was “there is totally room for two people on that raft.” I mean, sure, he’d made one pitiful attempt to get up there, it had tilted, and then he just gave up. WTF?

Anyhow, that’s exactly how I feel about the main plot of the Sex and the City movie. Major spoilers behind the cut. (more…)

I hear they are making a new Hulk movie (and the preview looks pretty cool). I hated the last Hulk movie. I class it with Gangs of New York in the category of the title. Both perfectly fine stories ruined by actively bad decisions on the part of the directors.

The Hulk had all sorts of random floaty visual interjections that kinda resembled the screensaver a former cat loved to watch for hours on end. Thank you, Ang Lee.

For Gangs of New York, I clearly remember two scenes:

  1. As a fire breaks out, the boy who is supposed to be a symbol of innocence and purity in the middle of a cruel world watches the dancer twirl atop a music box. Unfortunately, the symbol of innocence just came across as developmentally challenged. There’s a difference between “simple” and “retarded” and I expect Martin Scorsese to recognize it.
  2. The movie spent three hours building up to the ultimate gang fight between the two groups. Unfortunately, the Civil War or somesuch* broke out elsewhere at exactly the same moment, making it utterly clear that the ultimate gang fight and all its participants were totally freaking irrelevant to everything and anything, and that the director had tricked us into watching a three hour story about people he didn’t even think were important.

I’m still boycotting Martin Scorsese movies. Seriously, the Discovery Channel extra on the DVD, on the slums of NYC in the mid-nineteenth century, was way better than the movie. And I hate history on TV.

*okay, fine, it was a draft riot, the war was already on. The only good scene in the movie, in fact, was when the Irish came off the boats and were transformed into soldiers.

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