Friday Femmes Fatales

Friday femmes fatales No 25

Where are all the female bloggers? Here, in my weekly “top ten” posts.

This week I’m half the way to taking the collection to 300.

To begin, a femmes fatales first, a bloggers’ wedding. The Velveteen Rabbi officiated at the wedding of a couple who met at BlogCon. Altogether now … ahhhhhhh …. (No I’m not anti-matrimony exactly, but I do find it an odd concept. However, to each their own.)

Now blogging about your fight with cancer sounds like a depressing subject, but in Minerva of A Woman of Many Parts can only be described as inspirational, in her personal message to her cancer.

The author of Entelechy, meanwhile, is confronting a difficult decision: whether to take on a challenging job helping to look after disabled children in addition to her studies.

Turning political, Panthergirl on The Dog’s Breakfast finds that Georgia’s governor seems to think all children live in two-parent families, with one at home. Betsy on her Page says that Americans shouldn’t be talking about pork-barrelling, but the spreading of grease. (The metaphor works rather nicely, you’ll find.)

On Crip’s Chronicles, meanwhile, Teri is explaining why you can’t afford to be disabled AND poor.

Now this is an old post, but it is on a subject close to my heart, as you can see from the link in my sidebar to Ethiopiaid. Amber Henshaw has been visiting the fistula hospital in Addis Ababa.

Still in Ethiopia (no, I don’t get to write that often), Thea Keeps Painting the Planet is at the main celebration for the Meskil Holiday, the biggest in the Ethiopian Orthodox calendar – it gets dramatic at the end.

Now The Budget Fashionista might not be everyone’s cup of tea, and her advice is mostly relevant to the US, but when she’s getting stuck into the editor of American Vogue, I’m happy to link up.

On At Home wiith the McMuffins, meanwhile, Mrs McMuffin is waiting for the stork to arrive. She really hopes it is not delayed.

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Last week’s edition is here.

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Remember nominations are hugely welcome – I’ll probably get to you eventually anyway, but why not hurry along the process?

Miscellaneous

Sciences: lows and highs

For the first time a giant squid, inhabitant of the ocean depth, has been filmed, the BBC reports. And it looks like the horror movie people might have been right about its hunting methods, and the scientists wrong.

And reality is also getting a little closer to the SF writers – particularly Kim Stanley Robinson of the Mars trilogy fame (although I don’t know if he invented the idea) – wiith a successful experiment on the quest to build a space elevator – which if it ever came off, would get rid of all those messy, dangerous rocket engines. (Via Instapundit.)

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Are you listening to this victim, Mr Blair?

Tony Blair’s speech to the Labour conference:

For eight years I have battered the criminal justice system to get it to change. And it was only when we started to introduce special ASB laws, we really made a difference. And I now understand why: the system itself is the problem. We are trying to fight 21st-century crime – ASB, drug-dealing, binge-drinking, organised crime – with 19th-century methods, as if we still lived in the time of Dickens.

The whole of our system starts from the proposition that its duty is to protect the innocent from being wrongly convicted. Don’t misunderstand me: that must be the duty of any criminal justice system. But surely our primary duty should be to allow law-abiding people to live in safety.It means a complete change of thinking. It doesn’t mean abandoning human rights; it means deciding whose come first.

“Batter”, such a nice choice of verb, don’t you think? And he wants a “complete change of thinking from innocent until proven guilty”.

Mr Blair wants “victim’s rights” to come first – so if she or he gets up in court and puts on a really strong performance, the crim gets an extra couple of years in jail. (Heading fast towards Hammurabi’s “eye for an eye” – back to the 1700s, that’s BC, of course.)

So today, the mother of the innocent Brazilian electrician shot dead by police on the London Tube says Sir Ian Blair, the Metropolitan Police Commissioner, must resign.

Mr Blair?

Miscellaneous

Why I am not a cultural relativist

Like most people who’ve studied philosophy, I went through a period of wrestling with the issue of cultural relativism: how can I say my cultural norms are good, and your cultural norms are repugnant?

A brief study of the issue of female genital mutilation resolved that problem for me comfortably – there are cultural practices that are simply indefensible and should be stamped out by all means possible, just like a species’ general right to exist can be waived in a case such as smallpox.

And for all their faults – and Third World criticisms about their lack of attention to rights such as food and housing are legitimate – the United Nations human rights framework is a pretty good place to start in making value judgments.

But cultural relativism has taken hold in surprising quarters, including it would seem, the Northern Territory in Australia, where a 55-year-old tribal elder who anally raped and bashed a 14-year-old girl, who had been “promised” to him when she was just four years old, was given a jail term of one month. (Although the fact that the Territory’s white culture is extremely masculo-centric might also, I can’t but feel, have something to do with this.)

This was on the grounds that he apparently didn’t know he was doing anything wrong under Australian law, and was merely following cultural norms.

Some of the background to this, as I understand it. A number of the tribal groups in the Territory have a tradition of very young girls being promised as wives to senior men in the tribe, and given to them at a very young age. I’ve seen explanations for this along the lines that this was a harsh, arid, unforgiving environment, and only experienced hunters were likely to be able to support a family. Maybe that was true, maybe it wasn’t. It is not, of course, true now.

The only good news is that someone has stepped in as the poor girl’s advocate and is trying to have the sentence increased, the Sydney Morning Herald reports.

Miscellaneous

Women’s lives

One of the things I try to do with this blog is celebrate the lives of forgotten or under-appreciated women. I’m still wrestling with the question as to why it is that women seem to disappear so easily from historical memory, when far less significant men survive.

I wanted to share information about a Yahoo group that is on much the same quest, sending out a daily email biography of a prominent woman on her birthday. New subscriptions are welcome.

Yesterday’s subject was the English painter and illustrator Helen Allingham. You’ll almost certainly have seen her work on a box of chocolates somewhere. What struck me about her life is how like its pattern was to that of so many modern women. Entirely by her own efforts, she established a career as an illustrator, but this ended when she married and had children. After a decade-long hiatus,, however, she started a second career as a watercolourist, and continued that until her death.

Today’s character is Minnie Vautrin. I was writing yesterday of a would-be military hero, well in Nanking in 1937 she was a real hero.

“In Nanking, Vautrin is still remembered as Guanyin Pusa, “the living goddess of mercy,” a heroine in the city’s worst hour. When American Iris Chang discovered Vautrin’s diary in Yale University Library in 1995, she was moved to write a book about the atrocities her own grandparents survived, saying “I felt that if anyone deserved her place in history, that person was Minnie Vautrin. … Chang and Vautrin are the main characters portrayed in a recent Chinese national dance drama company production,_Nanking 1937_.” (From today’s email.)

Chang of course has her own tragic story.


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Really Mr Boots

Picked up some antibiotics this morning from Boots the Chemist. The doctor tells me I have consolidation in my left lung (which makes me sound like a building site). The message of this is don’t ignore nasty grating noises in the lungs for weeks, in the hope they’ll get better!

But the printed label on the drugs says: “Keep out of childrens reach”.

It seems Mr Boots has never heard of apostrophes.