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Twilight is socially acceptable girl-porn

I’m going to start by explaining the title of this post in sections.

Socially acceptable – sure, there’s no shortage of people willing to spend oodles of time mocking Twilight and its fanbase… but it’s still something that’s shown in theaters, still something you can easily buy at almost any store with a book section – without walking through a beaded curtain. I could go to my local 24-hour Kroger and pick up a copy of Twilight – something i couldn’t do with Debbie Does Dallas, or even a copy of Playboy magazine. (Granted, i live in the south, where you can’t buy alcohol on Sundays – so that may be a regional thing, at least in the case of nudie mags.)

Another aspect of the “socially acceptable” bit: based on what i’ve heard from my friends, girls/women seem to have no problem asking their boyfriends/husbands to come with them to watch Twilight in the theaters… but how would they feel if their male companions asked them on a date to a strip club? I don’t see that going over well, not at all.

Girl – it is marketed as a Young Adult novel, not as an adult romance novel. That may be the fault of the publishing house, rather than the author – but regardless of who put it in that category, that’s still how it’s being marketed.

Porn – This one needs a bit more description than the rest of the statement, as it’s the most controversial.

What do you call a movie that centers around a male lead, where any/all female characters exist solely for the purpose of the male’s stimulation and gratification? Where the male lead is desired by every female in the movie? Where the females are only there to make the appropriate noises and faces that better enhance the male’s excitement? You’d probably call it porn.

But wait, what happens if you swap the genders? A movie that centers around a female lead, where any/all of the male characters exist solely for the purpose of the female’s stimulation and gratification? Where the female lead is desired by every male in the movie? Where males are only there to make the appropriate noises and faces that better enhance the female’s excitement?

That, my friends, is still porn. But that’s what Twilight is.

In male porn, the males are actually relatively disposable. They are a walking penis – whose ultimate goal is to make the women make those noises and faces that the viewers (stereotypically men) are there to see. The men who watch porn generally don’t want to watch men having sex with women, they want to imagine themselves as the man who is having sex with women on screen.

In Twilight, Bella is relatively disposable; the Twilight fans aren’t there to see her, they’re there to proclaim themselves Edward or Jacob fans: they themselves want to be desired by Edward or Jacob.

The central figures in these sorts of stories are often as minimally-described (i hesitate to say “stripped down”) as possible. Bella is an Average Girl that quickens the cold heart of the vampire to new-found love… in the same way (and with exactly the same realism) that Willie The Pool Boy doesn’t get called to the house to clean out hair clogs from pool filters, but to satisfy the lady of the house as only he can.

Characters like Bella and Willie need to be disposable so that the viewer can easily imagine themselves in their position – that’s part of the fantasy involved in pornography.

Some might argue that Twilight is fantasy, maybe erotica – but definitely not porn. After all – porn isn’t socially acceptable. There’s a difference between porn and erotica, but determining the delineation between the two often depends on who you ask. Some say that porn is graphic or sexually explicit, whereas erotica is not; it comes down to a matter of just how much is described/shown.

In my opinion, the difference between porn and erotica is the characters – do they actually have a personality, do they have any depth to them? We don’t need a fifty-page outline of their life story, but even a hint of depth goes a long way.

One of the criteria of the heroine in a romance novel is that she is simultaneously generic and exceptional. She is often described with words and phrases such as vibrant, full of life, fiery, or tempestuous. (I once had a particularly vibrant set of curtains, but it honestly never occurred to me to get into a hot and steamy relationship with them.) This heroine needs to be generic enough that she can be mentally replaced with/by the reader, but at the same time, all of the other characters in the story need to view her as exceptional – to titillate the reader’s replacement fantasy.

The vampire mythos allows us to extent this to hyperbolic heights. The female protagonist is not only the most exceptional girl in town, or the most exceptional lady in court; she is the most exceptional woman that this being has encountered in centuries. The deal is only sweetened by the distance between the vampire’s reactions – he didn’t just reject all of those other women, he probably killed them brutally. This is the end-all-be-all version of having the man on your arm insult his most recent ex in your presence.

I’ve heard some Twilight fans claim that it endorses or encourages abstinence in its teenage readers. Abstinence is about more than figuring out which body part should or shouldn’t go into which orifice. If it encourages young women to carefully consider the potential long-term and/or life-changing consequences of a sexually active lifestyle? Great. I’m not of the opinion that everyone should wait until they’re married, but i do think it’s a good idea to wait until you’re in a healthy and safe relationship – both with yourself as well as with your partner. I’d love to see some statistics on whether or not that’s actually the case: are teenage Twilight fans more likely to abstain from sexual relationships?

Even if that does turn out to be the case, therein lies another problem: Twilight does not promote healthy and safe relationship dynamics. The series promotes codependency as preferable or optimal in a relationship. It’s viewed as the epitome of romance; anything less than the perpetually thrilling barb of mutual deceit and emotional manipulation is not regarded as Real Love.

It promotes an ideal that is, in reality, an incredibly destructive social dynamic. With a Debbie Does Dallas-style fantasy, it happens or it doesn’t. But with a Twilight-style fantasy, you can always keep trying until you turn your relationship(s) into that. If your Vampire Lover abandons you, well, there’s always the Werewolf boy next door.

The vacation that wasn't: four situations that merit discussion here

I’ve just come back from a bit of traveling, and several things happened that i want to talk about here. This is going to be a very long post.

First things first: i’m very protective of certain aspects of my private life: there are some stories that are not mine to tell, and for those situations, i will be as vague as possible. There are other situations where i am protective of the people involved; regardless of whether or not i have valid reasons to be posting about the situations involving them, they would most likely not appreciate seeing their words or actions posted on a public blog (even if it doesn’t get much traffic). In those latter situations, i am going to try to address them from the viewpoint of how their words or actions impacted me, rather than speculation on their motives.

For context, a brief overview of my travels: took a plane to Detroit, MI, to spend a few days with my husband’s family; took a train from Ann Arbor to Chicago to spend time with my own family; returned home via plane from Chicago to Atlanta. I left Atlanta on September 2nd and returned September 10th.

I got to the Atlanta airport with oodles of time to spare. One of the things about traveling with chronic pain is making sure you’ve got more than enough time. I once found myself dreadfully late for a flight – i literally ran from the security checkpoint to the gate, and it caused one of the worst flares i’d ever had. Completely ruined that trip for me.? So i get to the airport at least 1-2 hours early, and i make sure i’ve got something with me to help pass the time (book, game, etc).

Situation #1

While waiting for my flight to Detroit, i sat at the gate for about an hour before my hips started to ache. So i stood up and found a wall to lean against. While standing there, another woman came by and stood about 10 feet from me. She was standing just fine, no fidgeting, nothing. About 10 minutes later, an airport employee came by with two wheelchairs, both intended for some people who were getting off of the plane that was to arrive shortly. He left them there and walked away. Five minutes later, this woman was sitting in one of those wheelchairs. When the plane arrived, the airline employees had to keep someone waiting on the plane while they found another wheelchair, which delayed boarding for the next flight. When that was finally allowed to occur, this woman allowed herself to be wheeled onto the plane first – ahead of everyone else.

This put me into a rather uncomfortable situation. I had seen the entire thing, but there was a lot i didn’t know: did she have any kind of invisible illness that created a valid need for that wheelchair? Had she requested a wheelchair already, but not been able to get one until then? Or was she taking advantage of the situation? I wanted to go to her and ask her those things, but i felt it was not my place to do so. I could have gone to one of the airline employees at the gate and informed them of the situation, but without knowing whether or not she had valid reasons for use of the wheelchair, i didn’t feel like that was the right thing to do. Looking back, i’m still not sure if i should have reported the issue or not.

Fast forward a few days to situation #2.

A member of my husband’s family was involved in a situation whereupon a child was to be born and ultimately given up for adoption. My husband and i had very strong opinions on the matter that we tried to keep to ourselves – it was not our decision to make; ultimately, the best thing we could do was be supportive and available. I admit that i did not do so well with the availability bits in the past few months, mostly because i didn’t think it would go well if this person and i got into any in-depth conversations on the matter.

This child was born while i was in Michigan, and i was present during the birth (not in the room, mind you – i was sitting with other friends and family in a waiting area). This was incredibly distressing for me: sounds of labor from one direction, sounds of mothers with their babies from another direction (there was a class or meeting being held in a nearby room). All around me, pictures of babies. Reminders of what i lost, and what i will most likely never be able to do or have. I tried my best to be calm, and stepped outside for cigarette breaks when i found myself losing that calm.

(As a side note, my uterus decided this was just the right time for me to go menstrual and hormonal. I do not appreciate its sense of humor or its sense of irony. Either way, it gets no love from me.)

On one hand, i was glad i was able to provide support for my loved ones. On the other hand, it hurt me in ways i’ve not had time or space to process, and i don’t know what the recovery from that will look like. It might involve quantities of rum, it might involve tears and hitting pillows, it might involve lengthy diatribes here or with other family members. Whatever that reaction will be, i know that i cannot have it until i feel safe to do so. And right now, there’s just too damn much going on for me to allow that level of breakdown. So it sits, and it waits. It’s not going anywhere.

Situation #3

One of the older members of my family (read: not of my generation) felt it necessary to let me know that they thought my husband was having a negative impact on my life, that he was holding me back or stifling me. That i was letting his opinions carry more weight than my own, and that his decisions about our life and lifestyle were more important than mine.

There was also some discussion that perhaps i should start thinking about what i wanted to do with my life, and that it would be a disappointment if i reached 40 (i’m 33) without having figured out what i wanted to do. No pressure or anything.

I do not think i handled this conversation particularly well, perhaps because it caught me off guard. I felt that it was presented in a way that left me no way to respond without sounding like i was making excuses. I ended the conversation by stating that i have been trying to figure out What To Do With My Life on and off for years, and that i had been heavily focusing on these things within the last few months – and that this trip was to have been a vacation from that process.

This hurt. It hurt a lot. Prior to this, Ben and i thought that these folks understood our lifestyle, that they understood our reasons for our particular choices. I say “these folks” because there was implication that other members of my family felt as they did. So this is not a “shoot the messenger” sort of situation. I’m feeling hurt by all of them, in varying degrees.

Given that contact between me and other family members tends to be sporadic at best, it feels as if there is little interest in keeping up to date with who this Lindsay person really is. I do also recognize that there is more than a little responsibility for that on my shoulders. There are some aspects of my life that i don’t discuss with them because i don’t want them to worry, or i don’t want to come across as a hypochondriac. I don’t talk about my fibro with them because it just not fun to talk about; i don’t want my letters to them to be all about my aches and pains. I don’t want to talk about my body issues with them, because i have trouble talking to my husband about them, for pete’s sake. It’s easier to write about these things semi-anonymously on a blog than it is to discuss them face to face with people who’ve known you for any length of time.

Situation #4

The setting: a high-end brass and ferns restaurant (you don’t have to dress up, but reservations are recommended if you hope to get a table when you get there). It was not my idea to go there, but one of the family had been raving about it and pushing the issue a bit. So reservations were made a day or two in advance and we (me, my brother, his girlfriend, and our parents) all met at the restaurant for dinner at the time of our reservation.

More information about the setting: i was told it was not an overly loud place, and that the noise levels wouldn’t interfere with conversation. I did not find this to be the case, and was regularly asking people to repeat themselves. I got tired of that (as did they, i imagine), and just accepted the fact that i would miss half of what all was being said. Also: the chairs were excruciating. My hips were yelling at me within five minutes of sitting down, and my back starting complaining within 15 minutes. So the discomfort i experienced was audible, physical, and emotional (which i’m just about to get into).

I decided to splurge a bit: i wanted to get ribs. I love ribs. Love love love. We have them relatively often at home, because one of the nearby grocery stores sells them in bulk ($15 for five full racks of ribs, yes really). They’re ludicrously cheap, and the bones make excellent dog treats. But since i hadn’t ordered ribs in a restaurant for several years, i couldn’t remember the size of a full rack, and was debating between the full and half rack order. My father told me to just order the full rack, and if it was more than i could eat, i’d have leftovers for lunch the next day (which is exactly what happened).

When the food arrived, my plate was put down second. My stepmum looked at it, then looked at me and said, “Moooooooo!”

Yes. She mooed at me. Really. I don’t recall if i’ve ever had that happen before.

My reaction: i blinked. A lot. Partially to attempt to cover up the shock, partially because my stomach immediately cramped up and i was trying to not vomit on the table, and partially because i recognized that this was One Of Those Moments. I knew that no matter what i said, i would think about it later and wish i’d said something else. So after a second or two, i responded as politely as i could, “No, i don’t think these are beef ribs.”

(As luck would have it, my husband chose that moment to send me a text message telling me he loved me. He is made of awesome and win. I responded by texting him back and telling him that i had just been mooed at, and he responded by asking if there was an alien takeover. “Do we have a foot-hold situation?” I snickered to myself and resolved to get through dinner as quietly as possible.)

It didn’t help that no one else at the table seemed to have any reaction; i will admit that i was so stunned that i didn’t think to observe the people around me immediately after the mooing. But no one said anything. There seemed to be a bit of a pause while folks were waiting for my response, but that could have just as easily been them waiting for their own food to be presented to them.

It also didn’t help that the rest of the dinner conversation rotated around diets and a “funny” story about a small child reacting to fat woman getting out of a pool (“She’s BIIIIIG!”); i responded by saying i didn’t find it particularly amusing, but was informed that the funny thing about it wasn’t her girth, but the child’s reaction. I think my eyeball twitched a few times at that, but i don’t recall responding out loud.

I have already relayed the moo story to several friends, and the best response suggested would have been to wait a few seconds and then respond, “Woof.” Perfect on SO many levels, and i plan to burn that into my brain in the event that anyone should ever moo at me ever again.

I have dealt with a LOT of my body issues over the past decade or so, but the hardest one has always been dealing with people who feel compelled to remark upon what i’m eating, or how much i’m eating. The minute someone says anything even remotely derogatory or disapproving of the food in front of me, my stomach clenches up and it’s a fight to get (or keep) anything down. It’s the hardest one to work on because i never willingly put myself in that kind of situation, and most of the people i choose to associate with during mealtimes are the sort who would never have that kind of reaction towards me or my food.

Honestly i’m still in a bit of disbelief. It felt incredibly disrespectful and demeaning, and i really don’t want to think that was what was intended. This is not someone with whom i have always had a good relationship, but i thought it had improved in recent years. I don’t know if i need to re-evaluate that. I don’t know how to respond to them right now, and i imagine it’s best that i don’t respond to them for the time being. I know that my family tends to interpret radio silence from me as a sign of anger or hostility; while that hasn’t been true for many years, it just might be true now. I think i’m more hurt than angry, at the moment.

Summary: when a vacation requires time to emotionally recover from it, it no longer qualifies as a vacation.

New study indicates journalists don't know how to interpret scientific studies

Let’s be fair: the same conclusion is tested and proven in virtually every column or article that features the word “study”. Any article that mentions both evolution and body image means that Ben and i are both going to have a field day.

This article is like a grown up version of “Highlights For Kids”, except it’s “how many things can you find wrong with this article?” I was going to start out by asking “How many things are wrong about this article? I’ll give you a hint: there are # sentences in it.” But then i realized i’d have to count the sentences, and it’s already done enough damage to my poor brainmeats.

I should probably link the article in question, and give some idea as to what’s so Oh Hell No about it: Evolution produces more ‘beautiful’ women: Study shows attractive women have more children. Interestingly enough, that’s not the headline i saw in the link (i know, space-saving measure and all that), which was: “Studies: Women getting prettier.”

So my initial curiosity about the article was “O RLY? How does that line up with the ZOMG OBESIPANIC *FLAIL*?”

But oh, it’s so much worse. So, so, SO much worse. And here comes the break down…

Recent studies found that, evolutionarily-speaking, women are growing more beautiful while men are remaining their same scratchy, hairy primordial selves, according to a report in The Sunday Times.

That’s the second paragraph/sentence in the article. I find it offensive because on one level, it lines up the socially acceptable “men can be ugly, women have to be pretty” double standard; it plays directly into the war of the sexes: men are primitives, women are the ornamental bastion of society. If women are around for decoration and men are still working out which end of the stick to stab the mammoth with, who’s actually building this civilization?

Further, a study from the University of Helsinki found that beautiful women have more children than their less-than-blessed peers.

Sure, if you’re Angelina Jolie. But what explains Octomom?

I don’t follow the news much, but it was hard to avoid news about “Octomom”. In fact, i distinctly recall seeing an article that existed for the sole purpose of comparing Angelina’s visual appearance to that of Octomom Nadya Suleman, noting their similarities. Now, the idea that this article existed is offensive on so many levels that it’s a whole other not going there. Honestly, i think both women have issues; one’s are written off or seen as idiosyncratic (maybe because she’s rich and famous?), and the other woman’s issues are thrown at her with a dehumanization that makes me nauseated.

For instance, the University of Helsinki looked to a 40-year study of 1,244 women and 997 men from the U.S., which included photos of the participants’ looks as they aged and taking note of how many children each had, with lovely ladies bearing 16 percent more babies other women.

First things first: 2 thousand people (out of a current population of 307,010,000) is barely scratching the surface. In my own family, we have pictures of my father’s grandparents (or great-grandparents, i can’t recall off the top of my head). So that’s four or five generations right there. Just a little math here: if you divided those ~2k people into 3-4 generations, and assumed that you had pictures of entire families for accurate comparisons, you’d have roughly 500-650 families… out of 307 million people? That isn’t even 1%.

Some other questions raised here:

  • What was the method of selection for the photographs?
  • What areas of this rather large country did these women come from?
  • How many different races and nationalities were represented?
  • By which society’s (and era’s) standards were these men and women judged?

Obviously, the criteria is sexual appeal as evidenced by sexual activity, this reduces the study to the shocking revelation that people who get shagged more often tend to have more children – finally disproving the long-held myth of cabbage patch babies.

Next up:

Kanazawa’s work, the Times reports, found that attractive parents were more likely to bear daughters, suggesting that the human DNA was programmed to do so.

Last i was aware, the gender of the child was determined by the male’s genetics, not the female’s. Extending that, we have the idea that: men who choose attractive women as mating partners are more likely to produce female children. Many cultures deem it emasculating for a male to fail to produce male offspring. Honestly, i do find that fascinating, especially when you start getting into topics such as royal heirs, female infanticide and societal demands upon women’s appearances.

And the cherry on top of the sundae mess that is this article:

Researchers also found that both sexes agree women are more visually pleasing than men, according to the Sunday Times.

We needed a study to support that?

When it comes to men, researchers found no notable difference in the number of off-spring by hot or homely men. Because let’s face it, a man’s looks are second only to success. Don’t believe us? Ask Donald Trump. Or Howard Stern. Billy Joel. Ozzy Osbourne. Woody Allen. Kid Rock. You get the idea.

Donald Trump has a very publicly disastrous love life. Ditto Howard Stern, he and his now ex-wife got together before he was successful.

The thing that’s really offensive about this? Aside from Donald Trump, they’re listing artists, and then going on to imply that their success is the only thing attractive about them. We’re supposed to believe that the only thing to find attractive about Billy Joel is his money? That is the direct implication of the article. Ask Tori Amos about that – she has commented about the appeal of Billy Joel at some length – and not because he makes a lot of money. And how many supermodels has Billy Joel dated? Must only be because of his money, right?

Ozzy Osbourne is a rock culture sex icon, and has been for almost 40 years. For a lot of people, he is the physical incarnation of the rock and roll credo Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll. Note that “shitload of money” is not part of this credo. In no part of the song Crazy Train does he mention the ticket prices.

Woody Allen is almost in his own category. Jokes are written about why Woody Allen has sex appeal; he’s a different sort of cultural icon. He is the guy who is charming and appealing in his insecurity, anxiety and quirkiness – not despite them. This is the foundation of his entire career. Have you ever seen a Woody Allen movie? This is what they’re about.

The idea of someone thinking Billy Joel is an ugly man is just bizarre to me. He is a handsome man, and he is a musical genius. I think that might have some appeal to some people, just maybe. He’s passionate. He is driven by his conscience and his sensitivities. He has spent a lifetime creating beauty. So obviously the only reason anyone would ever want to shag him is because he has money? This is akin to saying Nelson Mandela shook Paul Simon’s hand in the hopes of getting campaign contributions.

Frankly, even the proposition that these men are appealing for no other reason than their financial success, and that this is presented in the article as an unquestionable fact with which the reader must automatically agree, is indicative of a deep sickness in our culture.

Now the fun part: evolution. I know wikipedia isn’t the best resource, but work with me, here:

Two major mechanisms determine which variants will become more common or rare in a population. One is natural selection, a process that causes helpful traits (those that increase the chance of survival and reproduction) to become more common in a population and causes harmful traits to become more rare. This occurs because individuals with advantageous traits are more likely to reproduce, meaning that more individuals in the next generation will inherit these traits.

This is the context that brings the article to some Next Level shit. The simplified (read: no sleep) version is this: being unattractive is harmful to the species on a genetic level.

But waitaminit… look at lower back problems. The human species is prone to lower back problems. Our spine is poorly suited to our posture and our activities. This is why lower back problems are as common as they are. Evolution is not a well-polished, robust design process that systematically removes negative traits over time. The most we can say is that it reliably reduces traits that result in pre-reproductive death: do you die before you get to shag? If yes, then evolution will take care of that. If no, it’s a great big shrug, maybe.

Whether aware of it or not, most people talk about evolution as if it were “intelligent design”.

BUT:

The other major mechanism driving evolution is genetic drift, an independent process that produces random changes in the frequency of traits in a population. Genetic drift results from the role that chance plays in whether a given trait will be passed on as individuals survive and reproduce.

So let’s see… a study that focuses on less than 1% of the population of a single country… an article that does not define the methods of selection OR the standards by which the people in the study are being judged… and the complete failure of that article to even come close to mentioning that attraction is subjective.

It’s just insidious. And we have the audacity to wonder why people have body image issues?