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Ms. Magazine….what….is….happening…here….????? (updated) August 25, 2010

Filed under: i heart feminists,Mad Men is so rad I just might die — lagusta @ 12:27 am

I have flour all over my hands from making homemade pasta, but this CANNOT WAIT. I can’t even wash my hands.

Did you read the Ms. Magazine recent article on Mad Men? I didn’t, because I don’t read Ms. because IT’S SUCH A STUPID MAGAZINE. I find it ludicrously out of touch and….just idiotic. But this little blog post saying that…oh god, I think it’s SERIOUSLY saying that WEARING VINTAGE CLOTHES MEANS YOU CAN’T BE A FEMINIST. I mean…I mean…I mean….

No words.

I’ll come back here and take down the breathtaking stupidity in more detail later on, but for now, here’s the link.

One thought to ponder: do you think Ms. understands that PORTRAYING something doesn’t mean ENDORSING it?

HOLY HELL, SISTERS.

Oh god and they ACTUALLY SAY THAT PEOPLE ARE WATCHING THE SHOW AND WANTING TO BE BETTY AND NOT PEGGY. (“Thanks to its pervasive impact on pop culture, the show is crafting a whole new generation of would-be Bettys (Draper’s stylish wife) not Peggys (the show’s ambitious “career girl”).”) Um….show me someone. Seriously.

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I am having heart palpitations. Orecchiette is boiling, must go. Where’s my nitroglycerine, I’m having a feminist heart attack. Computer so floury…oh god oh god.

PS three days later: Hey, Alternet has a dumb article about MM too. My god, THE LEFT! Alternet has been my homepage for 10 years or so, and…well, this is a post for another day, methinks. Again I am at work taking a 5 minute smokeinternet break, and have no time to unleash my marvellous intellect at the MM haterz. Soon, soon, someday, I will right all this wrongness…

 

Monday (Mostly Mad Men) Miscellany August 24, 2010

Yep, it’s Tuesday. What are you going to do about it?

Some bits of interesting flotsam culled from here and there lately:

Marcel the Shell. It’s just on the razor’s edge of so cute it literally hurts, tooth-gnashingly, I-sort-of-want-to-smash-you-to-pieces-because-you’re-so-cute cute, but it falls just on the right side, I think. It’s a wee video voiced and co-written by Jenny Slate, from SNL.

Yo yo yo. Um, I finally saw Wendy and Lucy, which I thought we talked about when I made that list of feminist films…but now that I think about it, I guess it was a Facebook discussion, since there’s no mention of it there (but hey, what a great list!). WOW. Really good, but I had no idea it would be the most depressing move I’ve seen all year. I’m really glad I saw it and loved it on a deep level, but it probably wasn’t the best movie to watch while making chocolates.

Fall is coming, and here’s a scarf-tying guide.

I’ve been unhappy lately. Whatever, it happens. I’m doing some good/hard/awful personal work trying to figure out why this is and what I can do about it. It’s good. I think I’ve identified most of the causes (have I ever mentioned on this blog that my childhood was horrible and set me up for all kinds of fucked-up-ness later in life? Yes? Well, still, allow me to go on for the next month nonstop about it. See, basically, because things were so chaotic and out of control, I became obsessed with order and perfectionism—wait. You don’t live in my household. Maybe I’ll spare you the pain, since I can’t give you kisses and ice cream and tasty meals to make it up to you later.) and am diving into the wreck, as it were to figure out how to solve some of my issues. Fun times. Anyway, when I watched this video, all I could think was: she looks so happy. And I’ve since learned that this is some roundabout commercial for Apple, but still. It’s nice to watch people who look happy. Even if maybe they are paid to look happy with sweatshop dollars.

Christoper Walken filled in for Leonard Lopate on WNYC this week (!!!), and his interview (really more of a conversation) with the chef Lidia Bastianich and her mother (!!) was so beautiful, it nearly gave me chills. Such a New York City-specific beauty was conveyed…man oh man. Segments like this are why I will never start listening to WAMC, the dreadful local NPR affiliate, and am thankful for internet streaming, so I can be surrounded by the excellent WNYC all day.

All the rest are Mad Men-related:

The Project Rungay boys, who I’ve loved for a while because of their Project Runway coverage, have been writing about Mad Men forever and somehow I’ve been missing it. Here’s the link to all of it. Sit down with some nice tea and blow your mind wide open.

More Mad Men.

More more Mad Men.

No, I am not getting bored with Mad Men.

A toast to you, internet.

Lagusta Pauline

 

on rigorousness (the lack thereof) on the left. August 18, 2010

Filed under: politics,self-titled — lagusta @ 2:31 am

To keep you interested in this uninteresting rant, I will post photos of candy cups!

I am about to speak in huge generalizations. If you have a problem with this, you’re free to go. This is a much more fun site to mess around with than mine! (Someone in my household reads Dwell, can you tell?)

Still here?

OK.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the military lately.

This is weird.

In the household I grew up in, people who joined the military were on about the same plane as cops: the sooner the planet was free of them the better off we’d all be. My father narrowly escaped having to dodge the Vietnam war draft because, as he told it, he was “too skinny.” A large part of me doubts this was a real excuse and suspects copious amounts of drugs continually flowing through his system had reduced his brain to such mush that even the military wouldn’t take him. Who knows.

My mom is your standard tender-hearted lovable hippie who can’t think about the military without getting sad about the unnecessary nature of war and useless bloodshed. I’m pretty much the same way, though with a lot more rage mixed in. The way the military preys on people of color in poor communities who may not have many viable alternatives and are thus forced to, as the old saying goes, “travel to exotic countries, meet interesting people, and kill them” of course infuriates me. And the money wasted, and the lack of throwing our hearts behind real alternatives to war in a larger sense, and the particular wars we are currently and apparently endlessly embroiled in, etc etc.

You don’t need me to explain to you why the military is less than a stellar institution, I’m sure.

But something about that usually-loathsome world keeps popping into my head lately, and I’ve been trying to tease out why.

I think it has something to do with the left, and how much of it infuriates me.

Yes, I’m just generally infuriatable, but I’m trying this new thing where instead of just Being Mad, I Think About Why I’m Mad and What Positive Steps I Can Take To Not Be Mad.

It’s very annoying.

Here we go.

These ones might look like ones you've seen before in this space, but they are all new!

One reason I made the decision to step down as the chair of the New Paltz Green Party (whose pretty pretty website, so laboriously handbuilt by me, I’d love to point you to, but in an instance of the very type of annoyingness I’m talking about, it is currently down because someone forgot to keep it up and it will take a hundred more polite “hey, can you put the website back up?” emails before the pot-haze clears and it’s restored.) was an inability to tolerate the sloppy, slipshod non-functioning messiness that is a lefty third party in a small town. I believe in everything the Green Party believes in, but I can’t work in coalition with such messiness.

Our chapter was a particularly lurid example of the vein of unkempt slovenliness that runs through the political left like a cancer, and I’m just over it. My anarchist politics help me to deal with feelings of guilt over not doing political work in a group anymore—anarchists don’t need to bring about the revolution, anarchists are themselves a revolution, you know? Or something.—but my annoyance at what I see as the laziness of the left still irks me.

Of course there are great examples of lefties doing rigorous work, I’m not denying that. But the left-of-center world is so ever-shifty and amorphous and loosey-goosey that it amazes me when we can come together to do anything at all.

My BFF Than Luu (aww, how nice if you Googled Than Luu and this post about him buying candy cups came up!) bought them for me in Japan.

The right has it so easy: they actually, literally, believe in fascism. When your political beliefs have hierarchies and top-down thinking at their core, it’s easy to fall in line. And people on the right like being in line. (I’ll just speak for them all, OK? I’m sure they won’t mind.) They don’t like thinking for themselves, so it helps when their leaders tell them what to think. Not only do they want to put themselves in hierarchies, they want to be on the bottom of these hierarchies.

(Have you noticed this weird thing? I was talking about it with a musician friend of mine lately: how fans of some bands are so desperate to look up to the people in the band that the effect is to push themselves way down. My friend has no place to live and very little money, but to a certain subset of fans of his band, he is a god, and they are practically unworthy of his attention. I’ve also seen this with cookbook authors, writers—everyone. We like heroes, in part, because they reinforce to ourselves that we are small, and don’t have to try too hard. This is only very tangentially related to anything else in this ridiculous blog post. And for the millionth time I’ll say: how great to be a blogger, and not to have to worry about making too much sense!)

Many people on the left have only a tiny bit more intelligence than that: they know enough to know that they don’t want to be herded. And our unwillingness to pledge our allegiance has become such a badge of honor that pretty much all anyone on the left ever does is argue with someone else who shares 99% of their opinions because they feel they’re trying to dominate them in some way.

So, lately, I’ve privately been looking at the military out of the corner of my eye.

And I realized: I’ve never actually sat down and thought about what people in the military do, and how hard it must be for them to do it. I’m not talking about the baby-killing. I’m talking about rigorousness. Rigor, and also the idea of teamwork. Being part of something greater, and giving up a part of yourself in order to accomplish something. This is what the left lacks. We’re so obsessed with self-expression and self-fulfillment that it’s nearly impossible to just shut the fuck up and accomplish something.

An example. I’m all obsessed with this natural gas drilling (fracking) business. Within a few months or years, my neighbors could be leasing their land to gas drilling companies who will do the usual rape and plunder routine, with the result being obscenely polluted water, exploding houses, and all kinds of other awesomeness. There is a pretty big pushback happening—press conferences, calls to call your reps, etc. A few weeks ago a press conference was held in Albany, where lefty treasure Pete Seeger was trotted out to sing “This Land is Your Land.”

OK, I love Pete, and I love “This Land is Your Land.” Of course.

He carried them back for me all the way from JAPAN, people! And this is a dude who travels light. They arrived in perfect condition! Make your lunch gorgeously!

But this infuriated me. I truly feel that the only people who care that an old hippie is singing a kumbaya song were already on our side, and we’re only turning the working-class Joes (the ones who need the $ that turning over their backyards to gas drilling will bring the most) against us by bringing Pete along. We’re making a very black and white issue—a class issue, really—a cultural issue. We’re saying “this icon of our culture says we shouldn’t do this.” But our smug little Subaru-driving culture isn’t the culture of the people who are for gas drilling. I know I’m again stereotyping and painting with a very broad brush, but let’s just tell it like it is. No one is swayed by Pete Seeger’s presence at a rally except other hippies.

It was a useless move, and one that spoke to a lack of rigorousness and courage to look at the real issue.

This issue must be fought in terms of money. Everyone is angry over their insane taxes (I am too, the property tax system needs to be reformed yesterday and the left needs to get on that issue too–why are we not working in coalition with their weirdo libertarians or whoever is leading the Tax Nightmare people and showing that by not making property taxes based on income we’re failing at fairness—fairness! The left’s most important value!) and many people are willing to do whatever it takes to scrape up a little extra money.

This kind of short-sided lazy thinking is everywhere on the left, and I’m done with it. I’m no longer going to pretend that saying “vibes” to someone when they express a forceful opinion is appropriate behavior (this is a standard practice at Green Party meetings, and I think I’ve told the story here of how a dude once SCREAMED the word at me, less than three inches from my face. Brittany can back me up: Green Party dudes are so fucking awesome, peeps, I can’t even tell you.).

I want to work in coalition with people who have enough backbone and self-respect that they sit up straight at meetings and wear clothes that are reasonably clean. I know it seems like I’m a huge killjoy, but the way the left collectively carries itself just sickens me. I’m not saying you can’t have dreadlocks or armpit hair (I’ve got one of those myself, and I haven’t washed my hair in four days so I’m working hard on the other), but you have to learn about the issue you’re working on, you have to do your homework and be prepared and disciplined, you can’t reek of pot, or else we are going to kick you out.

I’m done. My tolerance for it is just over. Institutions like the military accomplish what they do (and yeah: it’s baby-killing, I know.) because they have rigor and respect for their skills and goals. There has to be a way to integrate the ideals of the left—equality, justice, all that good stuff—with the rigorousness of the right.

(I guess someone more knowledgeable about the tighty righties could say that I’m making this all up about them being more organized and disciplined. Perhaps. I honestly don’t know. What do you think, smarties?)

And I know you could argue that if I devoted myself full-time to politics and moved up the chain a bit I’d see a bit more rigorousness on the left. (Maybe not in New York State, but, one could hope, elsewhere). Of course. The West Wing taught me that. (And everything on The West Wing was 100% based in how the White House actually operates, of course.) But that’s not my scene. I’ve got to work with what I have.

He bought them at Tokyu Hands, which I know I've mentioned before. If you go to Japan, you MUST plan a day--yes, a DAY--to poke around Tokyu Hands. It's just...too too much.

And what I have is a hippie college town that needs a huge ass-kicking.

So, to recap: my strategy for dealing with rage over the laziness of the left is….what, exactly? To be more open about my rage? To honestly tell groups I’m associated with that I must sever ties with them because of their lack of organization, rather than writing blog posts behind their back months and months later? I guess I’m maybe sort of starting a dialogue here. Or something. Maybe I’m diffusing my anger just by admitting it. Or maybe I’m starting a one-woman revolution of rigorousness right here, today!

After all, is there anything a lefty likes more than starting a new group?

How did a grump like me end up with such amazing friends? I do not know, but I'm thankful.

 

morning song August 17, 2010

Filed under: self-titled — lagusta @ 10:53 am

It’s 9:30, and that’s early for someone whose brain refuses to shut down until 2 or 3 or 4 every night.

My heart is still soft, my mind is still gauzy with sleep. This is my favorite time of day. I love waking up. I lie in bed and feel my heart, tenderly poking along its edges: what hurts? Sometimes my heart hurts and I don’t know why, it’s just a vague dissatisfaction humming along the edges, and I have to make an effort to think: oh, that client sent me a mean email. Or: I was mean to that friend-of-a-friend on Facebook. Or: I’m scared about the future of humanity. If I can isolate the specific hurt I can dissolve it by thinking myself though it. I’m an old pro at intellectualizing my feelings away, using the mind to soothe the heart. It’s something kids from scary homes get good at, fast.

This morning I woke up all dreamy and gentle. I thought about my dreams. I dreamt I was in a French department store, poking my way along with my heart beating like it does when you’re in a place where you really should speak the language because you studied it for six years but you can barely remember how to ask where the bathroom is. Someone was talking to me, and I could understand them perfectly—just as I can read easy French books out loud to the cats at night when I’m alone in the house to practice my accent and I get the gist of everything that’s happening—but as usual I couldn’t form sentences on my own in reply. Je m’appelle Lagusta, I started to say, like a baby. Je suis végétalienne. Je ne mange pas de viande, ni de poulet ni de poisson. Je ne mange pas de beurre, de fromage d’oeufs ni de miel….

I woke up and picked up the little pad beside the bed and wrote this:

I dream of transcending the milquetoast mediocre ugly faux-progressivism of the lifestyle left and reweaving my own spectacular, stylish, radical universe—gathering it around me, sheltering myself in its nourishing nuances, rigorously working on all my personal Great Works without interruption or loss of focus, losing myself deep down inside my deepest dreams—never to return to the straight world, never to be seen from again.

So.

Sometimes dreams tell us more than we think, I guess.

It’s true though, and I like that my morning brain just unspooled it so perfectly.

But now I’m awake, and I need to take a shower, and go get my teeth cleaned, and balance the ache for a perfectable, personal universe with the need to remember how to function in the one that exists. To remember how to drive, something my weird brain has trouble with even after five years of trying. To remember how to chitchat with my lovely dentist.

Another day. It’s August, and there are apricots from the orchard down the street on the table we found together in that antiques barn, when we first moved here, see(k)ing our own vision of what a life could be.

Focus and cropping.

Good morning.

 

thursday things August 12, 2010

Filed under: culture and its discontents — lagusta @ 1:13 pm

Mostly just boring me me me stuff:

If you’d keep voting for Lagusta’s Luscious in the VegNews poll, I’d be grateful, even though it’s just a popularity contest, etc etc. I think that you can just vote for a handful of companies and answer their one required question (if you’re a subscriber) and can vote multiple times. Of course, if you fill out more than 50%, you are eligible for some lovely prizes.

And tickets for the Brooklyn dinner put together by the lovely Joshua Katcher that I’m cooking for are online here!

Have you seen The Kids Are Alright? I thought I was going to love it…then I didn’t. Over at my other blog, reader Dan pointed me to this link, which perfectly explains my thoughts on it, much more brilliantly than I ever could. The more I think about that movie, the more the message it sent sucks. Cutie Mark Ruffalo’s laid-back California-style cheffy character (who’s [Mark Ruffalo, that is, not his character, though it wouldn't have been out of place, really] also a giant anti-fracking activist in my part of the woods, and how sexy is that?) did reignite some latent desires to own a restaurant, however. It took two days of  “It won’t be like it seems in the movies, Lagusta” repetition under my breath to quell the flames, and now I’ve calmed down.

That’s it for now! I’m off to post a food-pix post on my other blog, then off to work to send off Choco of the Month Club orders! These corn bars people….man oh man.

Love and other indoor sports (I can’t stop using that line! My god, my life is a Judy Blume book.)

Lagusta Pauline

 

15 minutes spent correcting a “Jewish white male who is planning on going to law school”‘s thoughts on feminism August 10, 2010

Filed under: i heart feminists — lagusta @ 2:10 pm

So I get this trackback comment thingie saying said JWMWIPOGTLS linked to one of my Mad Men posts. His post was the absolute bestest parody of what a JWMWIPOGTLS would have to say about feminism EVER. It made me laugh so loud and long, so I left a comment saying so: good job, my friend! Awesome post! JWMWIPOGTLS emailed me to say “yo bitch, wtf, not a parody.”  (aka “I was genuinely serious in my post. If you think I’m wrong, I’m more than willing to listen to your viewpoints. It’s possible that I didn’t articulate things well and I may be wrong on parts or all of my criticisms. But I don’t see how making a snarky remark is productive from any vantage point.”)

So lez do this.

Dear JWMWIPOGTLS, I believe in affirmative action, therefore my time is worth more than yours, thus here is why you are wrong, super quick, from the vantage point of a Jewishish White Female Who Hates JWMWIPOGTLSs:

If it’s one thing that’s perplexed me over the years, it’s my resistance to feminism. I support all the mainstream liberal items of women’s rights, such as the right to an abortion (to an extent), equal employment, access to education, employment, equal (merit-based) salaries and a belief that women should generally have their decisions respected–the usual.

You’re POSITIVE this first paragraph isn’t a parody?

Seriously, JWMWIPOGTLS, law school?

Also:

  • Fuck you. You are not allowed to have an opinion on abortion, seeing as you will never have kids. My body, my choice.
  • You that you think women “generally” should have their decisions respected. I get that not everyone will respect everyone’s opinions all the time (see: my opinions re: your opinions). But this is in no way related to feminism.
  • The primary problem, which the first paragraph illustrated so succinctly and mind-blowingly, is that you have no concept of what feminism is. So, in typical JWMWIPOGTLS fashion, you are, pardon the phrase, talking out of your asshole. And not like that awesome dude in that John Waters’ movie who sang a beautiful song out of his asshole. This will become more clear as we move on.

But I can’t identify with the mainstream conception of feminism at all.

Me neither! Fuck that Hillary Clinton bullshit! Seriously: I can’t either.

And thus we run into your next huge problem: you lump all feminists together. It’s, like, rilly rilly annoying.

Perhaps my biggest problem with most liberal causes is their vision of some sort of utopian state where, on long enough timeline, societies are able to overcome all their differences and live in a (near) perfect world where bigotry is minimal or nonexistent. Unfortunately, such a belief fails to account for certain structural barriers to human existence such as the ambiguity of language.

Yeah. I have an issue where I seriously think, a lot of the time, “if it’s not going to turn out perfect, I don’t want to do it,” —but that’s a businessy problem I have.

Are you seriously saying that any liberal cause, from wrongful imprisonment to civil rights to environmentalism to worker’s rights to anything else shouldn’t be attempted at all because “structural barriers to human existence such as the ambiguity of language” mean that things will never be perfect? Um. Methinks you have drank too deep [not to mention too superficially] from the Derrida cup, no? Think that one though, my friend. Do you know what the word “amelioration” means?

OK, then you talk about the difference between the signifier and the signified. Ha ha, I love that shit! Lacan, bring it on! So, like, ah, you’re saying that because we can’t agree on what “woman” means we can’t have equality? You’ve got to check out some postmodern feminist theory, my friend. Would blow ya mind.

Explain this sentencey-type thing to me:

You’d hope that feminism would be able to None of this is profound until you get to the point that feminism, or the aspects of it that I’m talking about, are against this “respect for other interpretations,” because…

???

Moving on:

Feminists cannot distinguish between an exercise of agency or a victim of gender identities.

You are so ignorant of feminist theory that you have no idea that feminists have ourselves been debating this forever! Amazing. Some quote unquote sex positive feminists would agree with you. More Kathleen Catherine MacKinnon* radical feminist types would say some quote of hers that I’m paraphrasing about how until equality is achieved, all decisions under patriarchy are suspect. Thus, women don’t have true freedom because we still live in a patriarchy, so all this burlesque bullshit (oops, I was trying not to let my own bias show), or, as you’d say, the desire to be a housewife, has to be seen in that context, a context in which our choices cannot be given full agency.

We (feminists) could debate this forever, but we’d all agree on one thing: you are wrong about everything. Wheeee! I love being a man-hater! (as I sit next to my man in bed, we are both gleefully mocking you, Mr. JWMWIPOGTLS, so please know that I don’t hate the good men. All five of them are my BFFs.)

So blah blah the whole paragraph where you are trying to make your point is flawed because lots o’ feminists agree, so once again you’re just wrong about what feminism is.

And you really really need to reread my Mad Men coverage. Like, the part where I say:

Just as there are people who do not understand that The Simpsons isn’t a lighthearted cartoon but one of the most bitingly satiric shows ever to air on TV, there are people running around whining about how Mad Men is misogynist. Today seems like as good a day as any for a radical feminist to counter that claptrap by heaping praise on this most radical, most feminist show. … …

Also, your insanely random list of links that “prove” how dumb feminists are is just hilarious. Am I the voice and authority on feminism’s viewpoint on Mad Men? Of course not! At its finest, feminism seeks to be a decentralized movement that destabilizes the very idea of voices of authority. So the idea that you could link to a few articles and blog posts and call them out as representing some monolithic value system called “Feminism” again reveals your lack of understanding about feminism itself.

Hilarious sentence alert!!! Wait for it….

If feminism were all about increasing the agency of women, then it’d be hard to have a problem with feminism.

Well, hooray hooray. Because, you know, we all want to please you, JWMWIPOGTLS.

But as the above illustrates, feminism goes one step further by seeking to police men and women to do X rather than Y.

“The above,” the link dump I just discussed, didn’t illustrate shit, but yeah, feminism wants to police men to do things like, oh, I don’t know, not be found innocent of rape when their defense was that the woman was wearing tight jeans (true story! Many times over! Find your own references, JWMWIPOGTLS!). Guilty as charged.

But feminists tend to be incapable of letting, tolerating, or respecting a women making a free-willed decision to do something that is not in line with the progressive Democrats agenda–and even then there’s still plenty of infighting.

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK FEMINISTS ARE PROGRESSIVE DEMOCRATS? I mean, for fuck’s sake! I wouldn’t piss in a Democrat’s mouth if she were dying of thirst.* [see comments. sigh. I SO would.] Your ignorance and your love of lumping all feminists together is just…astonishing.

You’re right about the infighting though. But please show me a movement where there isn’t any?

The next paragraph in your essay is titled “Feminism Essentializes Gender.”

(hand-rubbing together motion)

Let’s do this.

There are many topics of feminist discussion that can probably be explained better than analyzing.

Have I ever told you that I love the way you write?

Take the macho/slut double-standard. The gist of the feminist argument is that the macho/slut double-standard is that it is misogynistic to praise male sexual promiscuity while shunning female promiscuity. But if you look at the problem from the perspective of ‘rank,’ it’s a different much better picture.

I’m not going to get into your “argument,” or “point” here. It involves sentences like “Men, for better or worse, are typically the gender that has to offer themselves to females who either accept or reject the male advances. Whether this practice is good or bad is irrelevant to current conversation, it simply is.” and is fucking HILARE, as usual. And also as usual, some feminists would agree with you, and some would not.

So…what’s your point, exactly?

Exactly.

The next line I’m going to quote literally blows my mind. Literally in the sense that my mind—my brain + my soul—is actually, as I type this, floating among the trees, blowing away, blinking and open-mouthed. Luckily, my fingers know more about feminism than your entire universe ever will, so we may continue. Not only is the following sentencey thing wonderfully well-written, it also makes an amazing point.

When I read a feminist article the theme of the article will cover something, usually a particular male, masculinity or legal/socioeconomic that is harmful to women.

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So, JWMWIPOGTLS, you have read feminist articles!!!

Where, pray tell? Ms. Magazine? I’d really like to know. Because even if you were reading the most baby-blog feminist websites ever, you would know more about feminism than you do now. The bust.com blog would be a better source than what you’re reading now. Even Jezebel.com would be! You don’t need to go even as deep as feministing.com (though, if you really want to get your thinking cap on, the best place I could point you would be Patriarchy-Blaming the Twisty Way, and, of course, Twisty’s whole blog.) to get some basic knowledge—the internet is overflowing with gently feminist websites that would teach you one basic fact, a fact that you will never, ever grasp, and thus we will forever stand on this gulf, shouting at each other across the divide.

FEMINISM IS NOT ABOUT MEN.

Really. It’s just not.

If you take one point from this cold-hearted missive, my internet pal, Mr. JWMWIPOGTLS, please take that. For reals.

My lovely man is gently reminding me that I am allotted roughly six hours for pleasurable activities every goddamn fucking week and I have now used way way more than 15 minutes of this precious time on this and that I had mumbled something about wanting to actually go into the out-of-doors this week and maybe go hiking or something, anything that doesn’t involve a chef’s knife or tempering machine or computer—so I better move this along.

There are of course many other criticisms of feminism (the lack of focus on the draft, propping up identity politics only encourages fighting among identities, feminism encourages hypersensitivity towards sexuality)

The draft!!!! Ha! Your sentence structure!!! Ha!!

No need to focus on ending war or seeing our desire to create war through the lens of patriarchy—nope. Let’s just open the draft to women and everything will be fine. Can I mention again: I hate Hillary Clinton-esque feminism, as well as dudes who think that that branch is the entirety of feminism?

What, pray tell, is JWMWIPOGTLS’s solution to the myriad problems of American-style feministy shouting?

Instead feminism would better be served by looking across the pond and seeing where their grievances intersect beyond the typical race and sexual orientation bonding.

Duly noted.

For your hilarification, I present to you, without comment (OK, I couldn’t resist a few bracketed eyebrow raises though), the last paragraph of this beautiful missive, this gorgeous message-in-a-bottle to the fairer sex:

But above all else, feminism needs to find a way to shift their [?] rhetoric from trying to shift the social coordinates on which we police gender identities to encouraging individuals to think and act differently while respecting informed decisions to balk at feminists [?] concerns [?]. The latter is indeed the hardest part, but isn’t it the most necessary? If feminism is concerned with removing structural barriers that prevent women achieving self-actualization [!!!] then what happens when (parts of) feminism becomes a barrier itself [?]. Perhaps the biggest move for feminists would be [wtf] to stop trying to push their image of a free and liberated women [?!?!!11?1] on those who don’t want it [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] and focus on displaying their own identity and allowing those who want to join them to do so.

The music swells.

*Freudian slip: I have to be the only feminist in the world who loves Kathleen Hanna and Catherine MacKinnon in equal measure. I know, it’s weird.

**And in one fell swoop, Lagusta destroyed her nascent political career in her town of 13,000 people, 1,000 of which read her blog only to find things with which to slander her.

 

hump day link dump, chumps! the pump don’t work because the vandals took the handles! sake! August 5, 2010

Here’s some stuff. And an outfit! A blurry one! You can’t tell, but my hair is all Heidi-style! Themes, yo. Themes. I am into themes. Today’s was twee.

Oh, I have another painfully twee outfit–that weirdo dress, remember? I’ve got a lot, but the difference between my fuck-you mouth and my painfully cute outfits sometimes shocks people too much, so I have to regulate the tweeification so as not to kill people with the contradictory nature of the universe.

OK, let’s talk about real things now. For reals! Sometimes the world just sucks and all you have is outfits, you know? Not this week though. This week I’m just being superficial. It’s been a pretty good week.

(Why yes, I am having an end-of-night-and-it’s-90-degrees-in-here icy yuzu sake beverage, how can you tell?)

First of all I’ve got to beg you to vote for my little company in this VegNews poll-y thingy. Thank you! Look, there’s an icon & everything!

Peeps, are you watching Louie? My god. Mr. Lagusta is watching it over my shoulder as I click-clack. So good! I’ve been watching each episode on a loop at work. Awesomeness.

The people who make the jeans I like have a blog post about sharks that is cool. SHARKS!

Not Sark—sharks!

Remember in high school when we (maybe just me?) thought Sark’s weirdo handwritten rainbowy books were so deep and thoughtful? Oh, Sark. Good for you! Not my scene anymore, but good on ya. Eat mangoes naked! Almost a triple rainbow! Mixing pop-culture references!

Moving on. Shall we start talking about Mad Men? I just got caught up and am still all tingly in all my special parts. When I get a chance, I’m going to pore over this and this and this and more links that maybe you will point me to so I can get my think on. For now Peggy’s new hairstyle and that pink dress Joan was wearing when she was in Roger’s whiteout office has me on such a cloud that I’m not capable of anything more. Oh, and how great was THIS?

Here’s a good post on how to do what you know you need to do: get your attention span back.

I’m pretty convinced someone in my life has Asperger’s Syndrome, and thus I was interested in this link all about how to help a friend with autism navigate the wild world of Facebook. Pretty fascinating stuff.

Pretty pretty pretty.

Two great things happened this week: even though marriage is for idiots, now gay idiots can get married in CA, and yay for that. You knew that happened, though, so why am I even mentioning it? To be all avant-garde and holier-than-thou, of course!

The second is that the NY State senate passed a moratorium on fracking—yay! All those annoying phone calls paid off! It still needs to be passed by the assembly though. And even then it’s just the first of many, many steps.

Something to add to my someday-to-be-written veg dining guide to the H-to-the-V: dudes, why had no one ever told me about the taco place with homemade tortillas and oodles of veggie options run by a Chinese family who moved up from the city right next to Vassar before? You’ve got to tell me these things!

OK, is that it? My watered down yuzu sake is about done. Anything happening in your world?

Hey, can you tell me how to get people’s blog posts in my email even when their blog doesn’t have that little box saying “yo yo yo, like, give me your email and I will drop my blog posts right to your inbox, mofo!”? Google just mumbles something about RSS feeds that I don’t understand when I ask.

But if you’re torn between voting in the VegNews poll and telling me how to make that happen, mos def pick the former.

Go forth!

Seriously: worst cat mom ever.

 

Highly subjective thoughts on the Natural Gourmet Cookery School August 2, 2010

Filed under: cooking is vegan (of course) — lagusta @ 9:01 pm

Wait, I think now it’s called the Natural Gourmet Institute or something. Whatevs. I like the old-fashioned “Cookery School,” and that’s what it was called when I went there.

Every couple of months I get an email from a sweet person looking for advice on whether or not they should go to the NG. Instead of rewriting the same email over and over, I thought I’d just post it here.

(I am going to illustrate this post with crappy phone photos of me putting cool vintage wrapping paper [with an embroidery pattern that ties it to the kitchen!] behind the shelves in my bathroom medicine cabinet. [What, you wanted food photos? You know where to go for those.] Also: do not do this. It’s been two days, and the damn paper is already buckling due to humidity. Now I guess I have to take it all down and cover it with contact paper or some crap. Damn.)

My Highly Subjective Thoughts on Whether or Not You Should Go To The Natural Gourmet

I went to the Natural Gourmet’s Chef’s Training Program in 2000-2001, immediately after graduating from college. I did the part-time 10-month program while I worked full-time as a secretary in a midtown office (where my cooking school practice dishes were highly enjoyed by my work friends). After I graduated, I worked part-time at the school for a year or so as a steward (Mark Mace, the head steward, was and will forever be the best boss I’ve ever had—and I’m including my current boss, myself, in that list) and Friday Night Dinner hostess.

I enjoyed my time there, and I think it’s a good school.

"for your shower"--get it?

I do think, however, that it’s best for the student who is highly motivated, as the success of the program is greatly dependent on what the student puts into it. It fit my way of learning because I am pretty motivated and don’t like a very rigorous and structured environment, but it might not be for everyone. Also, I did the program as a vegan, and although they do make accommodations for veganism, it is clear that most of the instructors are not extremely receptive to it (some are Weston A. Price freakers who are downright hostile to it.). However, I do think they are the best school in the country in terms of teaching the principles of good healthy cooking.

That said: the school seems to have changed a lot in the decade since I went there. I have a feeling it’s a lot more rigorous than it used to be. This can be good or bad. I loved, for example, the non-fascist nature of the program—that people wore all kinds of interesting headscarves and coverings instead of the boring little caps that seem to be required these days. It was a more loosey-goosey school when I went there, and that worked for me at the time. I knew nothing about cooking and was terrified of commercial kitchens. It was a gentle school, which was what I needed. These days it seems to be pretending to be more of a hardcore French-style hierarchical (I’ll say it again: fascist) type of program, and while I do think standards were a bit laughably lax when I was there, I loved the quirkiness of the program, loved that it wasn’t like every other Frenchy French cooking school out there.

Again, take all this with a grain of salt–I haven’t even been back for a visit in years. Your experience could be nothing like what I remember or experienced.

gratuitous boobies shot.

That said: cost-wise, I think it’s ridiculous. The costs have skyrocketed since I attended, and I am not convinced that the money is worth the program. Since I went there I have come to believe more in the value of self-guided education that is not so top-down—almost everything you learn there (except for the nutritional theories and approaches) you could learn by spending a few years in a good commercial kitchen. Most of the students at the NGI will never work in commercial kitchens, so the school works for them. On the other hand, some great restaurant chefs have come out of the program. Again, it really just depends on what you want to do, how motivated you are, how much money you have (hopefully oodles), etc. If you decide not to do the program, a combination of working in a really good restaurant and taking the often-excellent public classes at the school can get you really far, as well.

Bottom line: I really loved my time there and learned a lot, and met great friends I adore. Will you? I have no idea. Best of luck though!

Oh, one tip, if you do go: don’t buy the knife kit. It’s wildly overpriced and the knives are crap. Just buy your own knives. Find a few knives that fit your hand and make you happy, and you’ll love them forever.

I know: hotel bottles of lotion are full of non-vegan horrible ingredients. I can't stop taking them though, it's awful.

I got this little guy in Japan--the poo hops up and down and it plays a cute tune when you lift the lid, and a flushing sound when you close the lid. Super classy.

 

my red romance (and orange, and yellow) August 2, 2010

Filed under: cooking is vegan (of course) — lagusta @ 11:50 am

It’s that time of year againit comes around every year. Can you believe it? It’s the closest I get to believing in miracles.

 

 
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