Wednesday, 27 June 2018

I am a failed TV snob. Watching Dear White People and Nanette.


I am a TV snob. Not as in snobby about what I watch on TV, as in so snobby, I just won’t watch TV. I don’t have one, and I can’t remember the last time I went to the cinema.

Despite this snobbishness, this month I have been overwhelmed by not one, but two things on TV. Spurred on by cold weather, shoulder surgery and the increasing difficulty in downloading stuff from the internet, I signed up to a free month of Netflix. I’m a little embarrassed about that. Not only am I admitting to watching TV, I signed up to an online streaming service. But, having put aside my shame, I discovered Dear White People and learnt that I can binge TV watch just as well as I can binge read. You know when you really should go to bed, but you just can’t put the book down? As a child, did you find yourself reading under the covers with a torch after you were supposed to be asleep? (Hi Mum! I’m sure you knew I did that. I doubt I really got away with anything I thought I’d gotten away with in my childhood).   This was me with Dear White People. Netflix just continues on with the next episode without even going through the credits, so before I had even had time to guiltily reflect on if I should really go to bed, the next episode had started and I was hooked. 2 entire series in 4 days. Not bad for a TV denialist.

What was so captivating about it? Well, everything. It’s clever, political, funny, moving, quirky, queer and sexy. Each episode shows a different perspective on the events, whilst also developing the story a little further. So it grows and grabs you in multiple directions. It explores the diversity of experiences, responses and behaviour of the students, refusing the idea that there is one black experience. And they are beautiful. Stunningly beautiful people. Do people that beautiful really exist? I’m sure I haven’t met any. Am I fetishizing black people? Actually, Gabrielle was hot too.  Go watch it. Just make sure you’ve got some time to get caught up in it.

Then there was Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette. Holy fuck. How does anyone write something like this? How do you rehearse it? How do you perform it, again and again and again? It’s incredibly personal, and incredibly brave. Plus it’s funny, clever, political, heartbreaking and repeatedly side swipes you out of the blue. Just watch it. A thousand other people have probably told you that already.

Of course, the world being as it is, somehow there are angry men (and the odd woman also strangely angry on behalf of the straight men)  still commenting on her performance as sexist, manhating, not funny etc etc.  For example, some of the comments of this review https://dailyreview.com.au/nanette-review-hannah-gadsbys-brilliant-netflix-special-going-set-fire-internet/75701/.  What is so hard about just listening? She is telling stories of her experience. Her feelings. Her pain. And whilst she is doing so, she is pointing the stick of her humour firmly at straight men. Then contextualising it in how straight men have been telling women to put up with their behaviour by “lightening up”, “it’s just a joke” for years. They never see the problem in their behaviour; it was women’s response to it.  The stick is in the other hand in this performance. She is not using it to perpetuate entrenched oppression. She is using it to reveal another tool of that oppression. To the men who can hear her through the challenge of that medium, congratulations. To those who can’t, well, my expectations of you were low enough already. Thanks for confirming them.

Tuesday, 19 June 2018

What are Malcolm's aspirations for a comfortable end of life?


Today Malcolm Turnbull tell us that aged care workers should aspire to a better job. Now, I’m a registered nurse in a public aged care facility. I am pretty bloody well paid. I love my job, and I have no aspirations to do something else. But I know that all of the personal care workers beneath me get paid crap. Many of them have done the job for 30-40 years. They are absolutely dedicated to their work.

Did Malcolm perhaps wonder if maybe we should pay the people caring for our elderly a little bit better instead? Who does he think might do the rather important and incredibly challenging job that they do if they all just aspired to a better job? It’s like he’s taken the ridiculous idea of trickle down economics and applied it upside down to an essential service.

Aged care seems to regularly come in for a hiding. A few years ago, there was a meme going around that our prisoners were better treated than our elderly. Now, I don’t think we should mistreat prisoners. Hell, I don’t think we should lock up most offenders at all. But it was a preposterous slur on the dedicated care that many facilities and the staff working there provide to our elderly. Many of our personal care workers are given responsibility way beyond what their training and remuneration really accounts for. And they do the best job they can because they are devoted to doing so, with staff to resident ratios that are frequently marginal.

Many nurses also begrudge aged care. Throughout my course, student nurses were focused on all the “exciting” areas of nursing. Acute care, emergency departments, theatre. Aged care is the lowest of the low. I think it’s massively underrated. A good aged care nurse is a project manager, a mini-VMO and a counsellor as well as a nurse.  We have the opportunity to really know our residents and their families. We have the opportunity to make the remainder of their lives as comfortable and enjoyable as possible. We have the opportunity to make their deaths as good as possible.

Most of us will grow old. If we end up requiring care, do we want our carers to be respected and rewarded for the work they do? Or just using it as a fill in to a “better” job?  If all carers were just using it as a bridge to “better” work, how would they develop the experience and skills to provide high quality care?

But just as when Malcolm was carrying on about penalty rates, he doesn’t care if we are looking after our society’s elderly at 3am, and he doesn’t care if we have appropriately skilled and remunerated staff. That’s not his world. Unfortunately for him, he’s got 20 odd years on me, so it will actually be his world a lot sooner then he might like to think.

A vindication of the rights of women to have a drink, a rant and be safe to do so (a short extension on Mary Wollstonecraft)


Just the other day, I was reading a tweet by a prominent Australian feminist asking, where are the changes since the #metoo movement? Well, I can’t say I’m surprised that there aren’t any.  Women have been saying this shit for years. #metoo was another request for women to not be listened to, yet again. To put their history, experiences and traumas out in the public sphere, where, yet again, people ignored them, disbelieved them and even abused them. All women know this shit happens. 100% of the women I know have been sexually harassed. A scarily large number of them have been abused and assaulted. This is no revelation.

And so, it is again, no revelation, that yet another woman has been assaulted and killed by a man. The surprising thing about it was that it was by a stranger in a public place. This morning I discovered that Ambulance Victoria attends a domestic violence incident every 7 minutes. Every 7 minutes. Even if I round down to allow for the approximately 2% of domestic violence victims who are men and assume there is only 1 victim per call out, that’s 8 women and/or children getting urgent medical treatment as a result of domestic violence per hour. 192 per day. 1344 per week. In Victoria alone. Need I continue? Imagine the cases where the woman was unable to call for treatment. Or she was too afraid to. Embarrassed to. Or because the abuse did not cause serious physical injuries. This time. Or she didn’t feel it was worth bothering emergency services yet again. She’s survived before, she’ll survive this time. Until the time she doesn’t. If you aren’t nearly crying at the thought of it, you must be yet another person who is not really listening.

I’m not even talking about those rates of sexual harassment, which is so insidious that women just expect it. Or assault by strangers. Or even casual acquaintances or dates. They happen. It’s preposterous that they happen, but the numbers of violence by close family members are shocking enough. Who needs more stats than that to want to do something about it?

Because this is no revelation to women, and particularly to women working with domestic violence, it is also no surprise to read Jenna Price calling for something more to be done. Something more than words. https://www.smh.com.au/opinion/for-eurydices-sake-we-need-to-do-more-than-go-to-vigils-20180618-h11i5k.html  And of course, more needs to be done. But am I alone in feeling well, how the fuck can women be expected to do more? Is it just me feeling bloody exhausted from speaking up about this shit all the time? Women are the majority of people speaking out and working in these fields. What can we do to really change something so entrenched in or society that no one acknowledges it even when it results in male behaviour that occurs in such volumes, is spoken about so much, shapes the lives and behaviour of women around the world and people still deny exists? Can we fuck off with the liberal individualist approach and admit this is not a few rogue individuals? Because if it was, well, they really get around.

Women more patient then me today (like Jenna above, and Clementine Ford here: https://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/life-and-relationships/the-not-all-men-excuse-is-absurd-20180618-p4zm94.html) have included constructive lists of things that could lead to change. Eventually. Things that seem like basic things that have overlooked the world so far. And maybe that’s where I just become pissed off at the world. Should we have to educate our government? Grown men? How can we educate our young people when the adults of the world behave as they do?

Don’t tell me we have no need for feminism. Don’t tell me I’m a man hater. Don’t tell me I’m reading too much into the cold harsh reality. Don’t tell me #notallmen. Try “I’m horrified that this happens, I’m so sorry to hear about your experiences, I don’t want to passively participate in this, what can I do to change it?”. Look. Listen. Feel. Get in touch with the cold hard reality, even though it is confronting. Think and act. Maybe you’ll have a bit more energy for the fight than I have today.

What am I left doing about it? I’ve opened a bottle of red called the Stubborn Patriarch (thanks Alison!). It seemed appropriate. I put on some feminist punk and let off some steam on the internet. Tomorrow, as every other day, I will continue to live as I always do, challenging ideas, assumptions and behaviours inherent in a patriarchal society. Sighing for the gazillionth time that I still have to stand up and speak out about this shit. But in the meanwhile, tonight I am enjoying a drink, a rant and agreeing with Oh Bondage, Up Yours. And unlike many women in the world, I am safe to do so.


Monday, 28 May 2018

Baby, you can't drive my car: the arrest of women's right activists in Saudi Arabia.

Just yesterday, I was having a rant about how we are nowhere near the end of feminism. Only the day before, I was in tears about the Irish referendum. Today I am in tears for the women of Saudi Arabia and how we in the west can get caught up in how good we have it. People are talking about the end of feminism, whilst women are getting locked up for asking for the right to drive. Drive. A car. Not really a radical concept, is it? Imagine living in a society where your home is invaded, you are arrested, put in solitary confinement and face the death penalty for asking for something as simple as being able to drive. I don't even think about being able to drive as a basic human right. It's just so taken for granted. But this is a country so restricting the movement of women that they can't go out alone, drive, be seen with men outside of their family ... it's inconceivable really. But it is real.

These women are charged with treason and conspiracy against the state. All they are asking for is freedom of movement, independence and autonomy (women are under the guardianship of male family members) and to form refuges from domestic violence. Treason, huh?  Violation of "religious and national values". Is your head reeling yet? It bloody well should be.

A few years ago, I had a rant about the death penalty. I'm completely against the death penalty. I think once the state starts deciding when people deserve to die, other people will follow suit and justify deciding when people deserve to die. Countries with the death penalty have higher rates of violence because it demonstrates a social acceptance of violence.

However, in Australia, most people (and the government) only decide to get all up in arms about the death penalty when Australians are facing it. These women are facing the death penalty for feminist activism. They are going to be killed by the state for asking for some small portion of the rights and freedoms that we enjoy in Australia everyday. Some of these women are in their 60s and 70s. They have been fighting this shit since the 80s. I have been fighting for women's rights since not long after, but I have never faced arrest, torture and execution for it. I cannot imagine what it would be like living in a country where standing up for things I take for granted here would result in arrest, torture or execution.

Have we reached the peak of feminism because Beyonce announced she was a feminist? Fuck no. Are we about to see an end to the need for feminism? Fuck no. Anyone who spouts this needs to have a good look outside of their comfortable little bubble. I know it's hard. It horrifies me every time. But at least we are lucky enough not to be living it. And we can do these women the honour of continuing the fight even when it is not about our own lives anymore.


Haven't we been hearing about post-feminism for years?

This article: https://medium.com/@badasswomen/last-wave-of-feminism-7d707afa47a0 brings out the cynical middleaged feminist in me.

Haven't we been hearing about post-feminism for years? I figure people are either ridiculously optimistic, or blind. Think about the driving forces between each so called wave of feminism. In the 1800s, relatively privileged women fought (and suffered) for suffrage and the right to own property. Whilst women theoretically have the right to vote or represent the people around the world now (except in some religious institutions!), there are still massive barriers to participation including freedom of movement, access to transport, cultural norms discouraging or preventing participation, education, literacy, socioeconomic issues and so on. Women remain massively underrepresented in politics and other powerful institutions worldwide. And whilst those of us in the developed world benefit from improved property rights, there remain many places where legislation or societal norms restrict women's right to ownership, and hence their capacity for independence and their safety. Even here, older women remain the fastest growing population of homeless and we see increasing feminisation of poverty. Does that make you think that something more might need to be done?

Let's wander on to the 70s. A combination of radical and liberal feminist ideas took hold. Reproductive rights, the unspoken experiences of women, safety and equality became the bandwagons. I'm not going to say we haven't made a lot of progress, but really - America is going backward on access to contraception and abortion, birth and unsafe abortions are major causes of maternal death and injury in the developing world, the world is full of people telling women what they can and can't do with their bodies, attacking women and judging women for their sexuality.  I'm afraid the personal remains political.

The whole liberal feminist ideology fitted in nicely with the mainstream existing ideology, so it took hold fairly well. And why not? It certainly benefits the capitalist system to have extra workers, especially workers who remain responsible for the majority of unpaid work in our society as well. It's a double bonus for conservative society really. But we still have the wage gap, the glass ceiling, the infuriating "how can you combine work and motherhood" conversations, workplace sexual harassment and discrimination. Sorry, it seems like even this most palatable aspect of feminism seems to have a bunch of work cut out for it.

How about the 90s? Apparently I am a third wave feminist, but no one actually told me. The 90s brought into the conversation ideas about how other axes of oppression intersect with sexism, which is great - a long overdue consideration of layers of privilege, but also jumped back into the individualist focus. Postmodern ideas developed in this era remain completely remote to most of the population, who still argue about "natural" characteristics of men and women. The reclaiming of "femininity" can be useful when we use it to subvert societal norms, to participate in the reconstruction of meaning, but overall, there was a reactive response to the radicalism of the 70s and 80s and claiming it was possible to be a "real woman", "feminine" and feminist.  Feminist punk and the radical femme look challenged the concept of femininity in spectacular ways. The "I shave my legs and wear make up for me" crew, not so much. Individualism took back the power of working together, claimed business as usual could go hand in hand with feminism and reinforced the neoliberalist ideas that one's situation is all the fault of the individual, not their context. Individualism is kinda contrasting to intersectionality really.

Finally, we get to what someone has called the fourth wave. Mostly, it seems to be defined by being online. But once you look past that, it all looks pretty familiar. What are we organising around online? Freedom from sexual harassment, rape, domestic violence and workplace discrimination, the pay gap, political representation, reproductive freedom. Haven't we heard this before? There's some popularism in feminism, but how feminist is this popularism anyway? The royal wedding isn't a giant leap forward for feminism or black rights. It's an irrelevant incident in the lives of some rich and famous people that also perpetuates the problematic institutions of marriage and monarchy. When some person claims they are feminist, please look first at their actions.

Whilst it is claimed that the online movement has spread the word of feminism more broadly than ever before, it has also spread misogyny and hate. MRAs, incels, antiabortionists and conservative groups equally use the internet. Women have a history of organising together. This is not new. Sure, the internet can be a useful tool. But it's easy to be a keyboard warrior.  And similarly easy for the people threatened by their loss of privilege to yell back. There is an incredible amount of abuse of women on line, and the form and context of that abuse reflects the use of sexism to keep women in their place. This shit has not changed character, it has just changed format.

The #metoo movement was not a revelation. All women know sexual harassment and assault exists. We have be talking about it since, oh, maybe the dark ages. If anyone was not aware, it was because they weren't listening and weren't looking. But as long as we maintain an individualist focus - it's just these bad eggs - and do not challenge the culture that enables these people to justify their behaviour, not much will change. Until the #notallmen saga moves on to recognising how society enables and perpetuates this behaviour, until they stop refusing to listen to women's experiences, until they stop turning to abuse to cover their discomfort, we aren't changing much.

To claim we are on the brink of a post feminist world is to live in a bubble of privilege. Tell that to to the women kidnapped and raped by Boko Harum. To the woman living on the street. To the woman trying to access reproductive services in parts of South America. To the woman being beaten to death by her partner. Only 27 or so of them in Australia so far this year.

Feminism hasn't happened in waves. They haven't passed and been resolved.  It's more like a building tsunami. Here we are, 150 years later still fighting for the same shit. Safety, freedom, reproductive choices, equal opportunity, equal pay, hell, simply to be bloody listened to. Women (or indeed men) in positions of privilege claiming to be feminist isn't a peak of feminism. The peak will be when we don't have to say this shit anymore. When we don't have to fight. Claiming to be feminist shouldn't be a radical thing. To some extent, most people actually are. If you believe women should be treated as people not property, that women have human rights along with men, well, these outrageous notions are feminist. But agreeing with these ideas is just the surface. Underneath that, when people are really willing to look at the ways in which different sorts of oppression are built into our culture, our understanding of the world, our behaviours and attitudes, until we look at how we participate in and perpetuate those oppressions, until we take the very uncomfortable step of acknowledging that we are part of a system built around these things, and that for real change to occur, we need to think outside the neoliberalist box, this wave needs to just get bigger.

Friday, 25 May 2018

Sooky la la on the Irish referendum, voting and how prolifers can Suck My Left One.


I’m feeling strangely teary today about the Irish citizens travelling home to vote in the referendum. I thought it was just me being a sooky la la, but soon I was reading about all the other people around the world with no connection to Ireland moved by #hometovote. It is the feeling of solidarity, of people taking a stand on something so meaningful to the lives of women. But I think it’s also thinking abut what it would be like, living in a country without access to safe, legal abortion. We don’t tend to think of rich, western nations like that. And so Ireland has kind of slipped under the radar. We forget that there are places in the supposedly developed world that maintain laws, or in this case, an aspect of the constitution, that are so backward. But then, I guess we only just changed the legal definition of marriage, and NSW is only now implementing laws to protect women entering medical services offering abortions from abuse. The US is becoming just painful to think about at all. But I thought about what it would be like, in a country otherwise not dissimilar to ours, to be a woman faced with an accidental pregnancy, a pregnancy from sexual assault, a pregnancy hazardous to her health, a pregnancy she might have wanted but was economically or mentally unable to have now. And to have her agency on the future of that pregnancy negated.

I can’t believe that Ireland doesn’t have a postal or away voting system. But I am so impressed at how many people are actually making the trip home in order to repeal a ridiculous article of their constitution that should never have been allowed to pass in 1983 in the first place. It makes me feel slightly better about the world.  And I’m pretty bloody cynical about the world. It also reminds me why I am a fan of voting. I know our political system sucks. It’s a skewed form of representation with very limited options, but if we don’t use it while it’s all we’ve got, we won’t get anything better. Not voting because we are disillusioned or apathetic leads to Trumps and Brexits.

These people are so engaged in their power to change Ireland that they are travelling home to vote.  Is it the Irish? Is it the issue? Maybe people who have real lived experience of the effect of oppressive laws are more engaged in change.  Why did the British not all rush home to vote against Brexit? Or the Americans against Trump? Australians against Tony Abott? Maybe after 35 years of the LNP in Australia, people might have suffered enough to rise up against it.

The passing of this article in 1983 that has been so solidly debunked now shows the power of misinformation and subjective wording of legislation.  In the face of post voting reality, it is also unlikely Brexit would pass, nor that Trump would be elected either. Australia would be a republic if not for the wording of our referendum designed to sway people against the republic. Our votes can be powerful, but we also need to clearly understand what we are voting on. Political ignorance feeds the emotional reaction to misinformation and misleading campaigns that the powerful rely on.

It sounds so boring of me to be pro voting. It's much more fun to be antiestablishment. But right now, voting is one tool we have to express our disagreement and not voting doesn’t change things. It just lets those sufficiently invested in the system to vote for its perpetuation do so without obstacle. Do the antiestablishment shit too. Protest. Boycott. Buck the norms. Break unjust rules. Speak up and fight back. Be loud and outrageous.  But keep using the system to our advantage as well.

Prolifers have always astounded me. What part of life is there is sustaining the body of a braindead woman because she is host to a foetus? To refuse to perform a dilation and curette on a woman who was miscarrying until she dies of septicaemia? In locking up a woman for life for having a miscarriage because she may have actually attempted to procure an abortion? This is real shit happening to real women, in rich developed nations, this decade. Women on chemotherapy have their treatment stopped if their period is late. Think about that for a second. Monitoring women’s cycles and withholding life saving but teratogenic treatment on the basis that a late period may be a pregnancy when there are a gazillion other reasons why a woman might be late. It gives a possible pregnancy at such an early stage that many women miscarry without even knowing it priority over the very definite life and life threatening illness of the woman.

The effect of prolife arguments is always further control of women.  A sperm is also a precursor of life. And men waste millions of them every day. Stop wanking, for the sake of the unborn children! Stop having sex for non-procreative purposes! Stop, well, just existing … Human bodies produce the cells that might lead to more people everyday. The vast majority of them don’t lead to more people. Let the actual people affected by those cells make decisions on their own lives and bodies.

The Irish have taken a real pro life stance. Pro the lives of women, their right to bodily autonomy, towards removing state and religious control over women’s lives. Yes, I know that millions of women around the world still lack access to safe, legal, affordable contraception and abortion. But this is another step, and it’s been a hugely public and positive step.

Next time someone starts blurting right to life stuff at you, please, sing them Every Sperm is Sacred. And maybe Suck my Left One. Because when I’m not feeling soppy about the solidarity shown with Irish women this week, I’m feeling really pissed off with people thinking they have some right to women’s bodies.

Friday, 11 May 2018

Here we go again: how sexism in climbing is reflected in the denial of sexism in climbing


It is with a great sigh of resignation that find myself I yet again entering a discussion about “are climbers sexist?”, stimulated by this article: https://medium.com/@georgieabel/sasha-digulian-joe-kinder-and-the-reframing-of-normal-b0e70d933642. The short answer is, well, yes. But every time someone attempts to discuss that sexism might possibly be embedded in larger systems than individuals, there is a chorus of “not all men”. Since when did anyone say all and every single man? I can name incredibly feminist male climbers. I can name quite a lot more incredibly sexist and quite scary climbers. But we are not talking individuals.

Climbing is not a little bubble. Climbers are drawn from a broader patriarchal society that is also racist, classist, homophobic and ableist. These days, most climbers are not even the social renegades we like to think we were. Gyms and sport climbing has led to the participation of vast numbers of incredibly mainstream people, and they bring with them their experience and worldviews from growing up and living in our society. Even radical left social movements are not immune from forms of prejudice and unacceptable behaviour, as a little research into sexism in environmental and socialist movements will find for you as well. Similarly, the older and more radical ends of the climbing spectrum are not free from sexist behaviour. Ways in which people talk, relate and make assumptions may all reflect sexism and when you have been around climbing for as long as I have, listing off examples just gets tedious, because they are so common.

Now, I agree Georgie generalises a little in her article. What is obvious to someone who has lived experience of being a woman in climbing with a background knowledge of gender theory, postmodernism and intersectional feminism, is that Georgie is also writing from that position. And without that background, her article may seem a little thin in spots. And before everyone complains further about the grading system comment, I believe that idea originated from a man https://mojagear.com/journal/2015/12/23/dude-grades-a-look-at-sexism-in-climbing-grades/ . But again, listing of examples just gets incredibly tedious. What would be really nice sometimes is if women were just believed.

But what tends to happen is that the few incidents that the “not all men” brigade acknowledge are written off as individual rather than systemic problems. And the women’s voices that are listened to are the ones who describe problems as individual rather than systemic. I am also really bored of saying I don’t hate men. I think everyone around me is pretty clear that I am actually rather fond of men. That is not incompatible with stating that these men were raised and function within a patriarchal system. Most of them don’t want to be actively sexist or oppressive, but some have more awareness of their position, privilege and participation in the perpetuation of the system than others.

When women say, this man’s behaviour was not OK, but really, men in climbing are great, they get pats on the back. Brave women, pointing out sexism but supporting the “not all men”. But what Georgie is trying to point out is that these men’s behaviour occurs in a context where they feel their behaviour is OK. People don’t tend to do stuff they feel will get them socially ostracised. Which suggests that these individuals felt their behaviour was sufficiently acceptable to their surrounding community to engage in it. When people support women for speaking up about these incidents, they are demonstrating that a certain level of blatant sexism, sexual harassment and assault is not acceptable. That’s a good start. However, when they proceed to go on to claim that women talking about a more general, more subtly entrenched culture of sexism is divisive, well, I’m sorry, but you are demonstrating the problem. It’s divisive for women to talk about sexism but not divisive to deny their experiences and call them divisive? It is not the responsibility of women to nicefy the world and make it palatable to you. Everyone has different experience, beliefs, values and viewpoints. When you happen to be of the dominant one telling another less privileged one that they are wrong and just being disruptive, well, it’s a bit of a giveaway of what's going on to me.