Feminism

The younger generation

‘Midst all the stories of Botox, make-up, fashion etc in the Observer Woman, a proper story, shock horror, about a “Michael Moore-style feminist”, Periel Aschenbrand, author of The Only Bush I Trust Is My Own:

Aschenbrand, who made an unscripted appearance at the 2005 Republican Party Convention dressed in vest, knickers and a handmade ‘Fuck Bush’ necklace, says she was originally inspired by a group of young women to whom she taught philosophy one summer vacation. ‘I couldn’t believe the apathy. They were not at all politicised. They’d come into class wearing idiotic T-shirts advertising garbage. “Mrs Timberlake”, “Team Aniston”. It was absurd. I told them: I think we should put our tits to better use. This is prime advertising space wasted on vapid slogans like “Princess”. We should use them to make people think about things that no one else is making them think about.’
When the T-shirts took off, Periel, the rebellious daughter of upper-middle-class parents from Queens, suddenly had both an income and a message. As she succinctly puts it, ‘I’m on a mission to change the world – one pair of tits at a time’.

It turns into the inevitable “future of feminism” debate, but is a bit more informed than many such articles.
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And a further retort to all of those who bemoan the “lack” of activism among young women, one of the victims of a rape gang in Sydney, aged just 18 now – 14 when she was hideously attacked – has spoken out about her ordeal, and her refusal to be destroyed by it.

Standing in the NSW Supreme Court last week after MSK and MAK were sentenced, Wagner yelled: “F— you, go to hell, mate.”
“I’d like to say, ‘Have fun in prison, boys, I won,” she told reporters, as she waived her right to anonymity.
“We’re not telling people so they know we’ve been raped,” she told Channel Nine’s A Current Affair on Thursday night.
“We’re telling people so other victims know they have support . . . to just show that you need to be confident if you’re a rape victim, especially from these boys. You need to come forward. We all need to be strong and stick together and convict these people.”
Sitting alongside Wagner was Cassie Hamim, who was 13 in 2002 when she was lured home by the brothers and raped. It was just a month after Wagner’s ordeal.
Inspired by Wagner last week, Hamim, too, waived her right to anonymity. “Tegan’s grown stronger,” she said. “I’m proud of her. I realise I need to be strong and move on.”

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And showing what campaigners really can make a difference, Burger King is bringing in a new healthy menu prior to a stock market float in an attempt to assuage market fears. And the story reports that the campaigners are preparing a book and other materials directed at children – to try to at least partially match all that fast food advertising, which sounds like a great idea.

Mr Schlosser’s 2001 book revealed in gory detail the nutritional paucity and health risks of junk food, galvanising opposition to the industry.
Now Mr Schlosser is promising a transatlantic tour to promote a children’s version called Chew on This. And executives at McDonald’s and Burger King are nervously awaiting the premiere of a fictionalised film version of Fast Food Nation, which could be ready in time for next month’s Cannes Film Festival.

Environmental politics

Just talk among yourselves …

The observant will have noticed that you haven’t had a Friday Femmes Fatales yet this week. I’ve got some excellent recommendations, but after nearly three hours of representing the Green Party at a hustings this afternoon run by the Camden Federation of Private Tenants, and various other duties this evening, the energy just isn’t there.

So you might want to chat among yourselves, or alternatively fill in the alternative energy survey (from The Greens of course), that is our answer to Tony Blair’s crazy rush to nuclear power. It won’t take long. Go on. Please.

History Lady of Quality

You wouldn’t get away with it today

My retroblogger, Miss Frances Williams Wynn, is today reporting on the conditions in 1830s France, and particularly on the early days of passports…

The strictness about passports was most absurd. Dr. Somerville went with Mr. Hankey to the Passport Office, where every individual was then expected to appear, and all, even children and maids, were obliged to have their separate passports, describing person, age, &c. Dr. Somerville, having seen this ceremony performed on the four elder children, at last said to the official, ‘I see you are a gentleman, and I am convinced that a secret entrusted to your honour will, in spite of everything, be in safe keeping. I will, therefore, in strict confidence, tell you an important secret: you see there the Duchesse de Berry in disguise,’ and he pointed to the youngest child, a girl of four years old, who, upon being looked at, hid herself under the table.
The officer, laughing, said: ‘Que voulez-vous, monsieur? Je sens comme vous tout le ridicule de ce que je fais; mais les ordres nous viennent d’en haut; nous devons obeir a la lettre.’ [Roughly: Who are you? I know this is ridiculous, but I have orders from on high that must be obeyed to the letter.]

Today they’d probably bang up the four-year-old for a few hours, just to be certain…

History Politics Science

Weekend reading

The BNP reveals its true colours:

The British National party was riven last night over its decision to select the grandson of an asylum seeker to fight a seat in next month’s local elections.
Sharif Abdel Gawad, whom the BNP describes as a “totally assimilated Greek-Armenian”, was chosen to stand in a Bradford ward as part of the party’s biggest ever electoral push.
The decision has provoked a backlash among BNP hardliners who described Mr Gawad as an “ethnic” who should be barred from the party on race grounds. One regional organiser responsible for the candidate’s selection is thought to be under pressure to resign. Another regional organiser is leading the dissent against the party leadership, saying it had betrayed the members and would confuse voters.

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We need to change back from a hydro-carbon economy to a cellulose economy. An interesting over-view of chemistry history. Really! I promise. e.g.:

The first plastic was a bioplastic. In the mid-19th century, a British billiard ball company determined that at the rate African elephants were being killed, the supply of ivory could soon be exhausted. The firm offered a handsome prize for a product with properties similar to ivory, yet derived from a more abundant raw material. Two New Jersey printers, John and Isaiah Hyatt, won the prize for a cotton-derived product dubbed collodion.
Ironically, collodion never made it as a billiard ball: The plastic, whose scientific name is cellulose nitrate, is more popularly known as guncotton, a mild explosive. When a rack of cellulose nitrate pool balls was broken, a loud pop often resulted. Confusion and casualties ensued in saloons where patrons were not only drinking but sometimes armed.

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Amazing how these things go missing, but a letter from the executioner of Louis XVI has just resurfaced.

An article in Thermomètre du Jour, a revolutionary journal, soon afterwards provoked Sanson’s response a month later.
Promising “the exact truth of what occurred”, he set out to contradict suggestions that Louis had to be led to the scaffold with a pistol at his temple, that he had let out a terrible cry and that he had been mutilated because the guillotine struck his head rather than his neck.
Sanson described how the King arrived at the place of execution in a horse and carriage and mounted the scaffold, stretching out his hands to be tied and asking whether the drums would continue beating.
Sanson wrote: “It was answered to him that no one knew and that was the truth. He mounted the scaffold and wanted to rush towards the front as though wanting to speak . . . He was again told that that was impossible; he then let himself be led to the place where he was tied up, and where he exclaimed very loudly, ‘People, I die innocent.’ Then, turning towards us, he told us, ‘Gentlemen, I am innocent of everything of which I am accused. I wish that my blood may be able to cement the happiness of the French’.”

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I’ve been debating modernism and postmodernism, and admit to some affection to art generally grouped in both categories, including that of Banksy, who demonstrates again that art can be both subversive and witty.

Theatre

An excellent half of a play

There’s a lot to praise about 412 Letters, the inaugural production of the play by Matthew Wilkie that opened tonight at the Union Theatre in Southwark.

There’s an affectionate, sparky chemistry between its two actresses, Emma Field-Rayner, who plays Ros, the uptight, respectably middle-class, high-flying PR executive, and Louise Kempton, who’s Charlotte, the working class, mixed-up but determined would-be writer.

The script is beautifully structured around the letters the two have exchanged – letters written primarily by Ros, that Charlotte has appropriated for her latest attempt to write the Great British Novel. We jump back and forth through time, as the carefully catalogued sheets reveal how the two met – Charlotte was the drummer in a band booed off-stage, who typically decided to take on the whole abusive audience with her fists, and came out worst from the deal – and how their relationship developed, then imploded.

The repartee is fast and witty, even if the roles the two play – Ros the grown-up, bossy organiser, Charlotte, the rebellion child, are, except for the lesbian nature of their relationship, already widely explored, perhaps to the point of cliche.

“I need closure,” Ros exclaims.
“Do I look like a fucking door?” Charlotte replies.

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History Politics

Two in the eye in the fundamentalists

After the discovery of the “missing link” fish/amphibian yesterday, today it is the unveiling of the Gospel of Judas:

The Gospel of Judas, a fragile clutch of a leather-bound papyrus thought to have been inscribed in about AD300…
According to this version of events, not only was Judas obeying orders when he handed Jesus to his persecutors, he was Christ’s most trusted disciple, singled out to receive mystical knowledge.
According to the 26-page gospel, copied in the ancient Coptic language apparently from a Greek original more than a hundred years older, Jesus told Judas: “Step away from the others and I shall tell you the mysteries of the kingdom. It is possible for you to reach it, but you will grieve a great deal.”

Scholars are saying it doesn’t reveal anything fundamental that wasn’t already known about the gnostics (about whom I’ve written here and here), but it is a nice reminder that the whole idea of the Bible as a single, unchanging document, set in stone, is utterly ridiculous – a bit of a problem for the fundamentalists.
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Simon Jenkins in the Guardian today is getting stuck into modernist architect. That left me looking out my Sixties tower block window (and a very nice, practical, well laid-out, light and airy flat) it is too, wondering if the fault on “failed estates” really is with the architecture, or with the lack of investment in maintenance, services etc? I tend towards the latter view.

Perhaps some of the huge estates, with their linked walkways, as seen for example in east London, do by their nature create problems, but to sweep up all modernist architecture in that seems a bit harsh.
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The Tories have decided that prison doesn’t work and the solution lies in rehabilitation not punishment. Meanwhile Labour keeps locking more and more people up without making any provision for their rehabilitation. It is getting to be a funny old political world.

One figure of note from that article: 2 per cent of the prison budget is spent on education – TWO PER CENT! No wonder the recidivism rate is awful.