29 January 2013

Lola Bunny is *actually* crazy and Bugs Bunny is totally sane

Today, a friend of mine innocently sent me a video of Kirsten Wiig's Lola Bunny character on the new Looney Tunes cartoon series crazily serenading the calm and reasonable seeming Bugs Bunny (WTF, Bugs is the one that is supposed to be nuts!).

My friend overheard the song in the background when her 6 year old son was watching the new series and had two reactions: 1) this is so inappropriate to be showing on a kids' show and 2) this is hilarious.

Here's the link she sent me:
http://www.vulture.com/2011/07/kristen_wigg_bugs_bunny_looney.html

Where she found humor--and I could see the humor the writers were trying to appeal to--I was super annoyed. I hesitated and then went ahead and replied:
OMG that was horrible! I know I'm getting on my misogyny soap box, but how is it okay to feed kids the message that women expressing emotion are automatically crazy!
"Bitch be crazy" is a phrase that every girl or woman has to worry about every time she disagrees with someone. Women who are assertive = bitch be crazy. Women who are aggressive = bitch be crazy. Women who are actually crazy = bitch be crazy. In practice, all these varying types of personalities/mental states are made equal with the shorthand "bitch be crazy."
Lola Bunny is actually crazy in this video, as in, out of the norm, not mentally stable, not representative of how the vast majority of women behave and think. There are as many if not more guys who are way crazier (and more violent and dangerous and actually need restraining orders against them) than there are women; yet, will we see a crazy stalker bugs bunny video? Probably not. 
As an aside: http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2013/jan/25/facebook-sheryl-sandberg-gender-stereotypes
p.s. I love the concept of the re-imagined looney tunes, but the message of this song made me sad. :( Also sad that no one else in the comments section seemed bothered by this.
p.p.s. My first instincts when writing this email was to temper my language/reaction because I was worried that my "assertive" response would be taken simply as "bitch be crazy." sigh. :/ And yet I still felt the need to apologize for pointing out misogyny... 
p.p.p.s. Today is the 200th birthday of the original assertive funny lady, Jane Austen (her humor is subtle, but a riot once you put it in context). http://msmagazine.com/blog/2012/12/16/happy-birthday-jane-austen-five-feminist-footnotes/

16 December 2012

a price too high

I didn't grow up around guns and I'm not from an area with lots of hunting that might have made me more familiar with guns even if they weren't in my house. In fact, my father is from one of the most, if not the most, gun averse country among developed countries, which surely had some influence on my opinions. I admit to my bias or, at the very least, ignorance, around gun culture in America.

What I do understand is words, reasoning, and legislation. I am not going to argue with the 2nd Amendment of the US constitution that says I have the right to bear arms--the right is there, enshrined in the Bill of Rights for hundreds of years, and repeatedly supported by US Supreme Court decisions. It's there to stay, at least for the foreseeable future.

What the 2nd Amendment does not say is that I have the right to fatally wound dozens of people (including children) on a psychotic whim.

Children from Sandy Hook Elementary School being led by police after the Newtown shooting. These kids are the same age, size, cuteness, maturity, adeptness of throwing embarrassing tantrums, and humanness as the 6- and 7- year old victims of Friday's shooting.

Off the top of my head, I can recall at least 6 other mass shootings committed by people who were mentally unstable with access to legally purchased weaponry: Columbine, Virginia Tech, the DC Sniper, the shooting of Rep. Gifford, the Colorado movie theatre shooting, and this one in Newtown. I don't even want to do the total on the number of victims in all of these; if it's more than 1 (and it is), it's too many.

The price for the right to bear arms as it exists in practice in our daily lives is TOO HIGH: I am not willing to trade the life of a child (or any human being, for that matter) for my right to shoot at a hypothetical future intruder or attacker.

Because that's what this is, a trade. For every gun that's legally purchased and in the public sphere for no other reason than just because it can be is a trade of one or more innocent lives against the chance to shoot a hypothetical future intruder or attacker in an effort to save myself. I would not trade my own life for a beloved neighbor or friend or relative to have that right, so why should any gun owner feel at liberty (I choose that word intentionally) to trade the lives of twenty children for that right?

Maybe that makes me a dirty hippie, tree-hugging liberal. (Liberal? Guilty. Tree-hugger? Guilty! Dirty? Not guilty!) Maybe that makes me economical--what was the earning potential and social contribution that those 20 children and 6 adult victims could have made to our society? Maybe that makes me risk averse--I'm betting that the odds of me getting attacked are much lower than me not getting attacked. Maybe that makes me human. Maybe that makes me cheap on "liberty" or "freedom" that I'm not willing to sacrifice lives for a constitutionally-mandated right--would I not sacrifice lives for the right to freedom of speech? (I would.)

It definitely does not make me un-American--how much more American is it than to want to prevent the unnecessary and senseless deaths of the most vulnerable among us? Or even the least vulnerable--hell, I don't want anyone shot!! How much freer can we be than to live without fear of such senseless and wasteful death and sadness?

The assault rifle and handguns that were used on Friday were not meant for hunting--at least, not for hunting animals. I won't get into what I think about hunting (though it's probably not what you'd expect). This is about basic safety and sanity--that is, the sanity and reason among those of us who are fully mentally capable and in charge of shaping legislation and regulating, manufacturing, selling, and distributing guns.

There are people in my life that I love, that are part of my family either by blood or experience, for whom I would literally trade my life to protect their right to speak freely and live without fear of retribution for who they are or what they believe, people who I know to be absolutely, unquestionably responsible enough, smart enough, mentally stable enough, trained enough, and valuing of human life enough to entrust with gun ownership. These are not the people I am worried about having their access to guns coincide with their access to suburban strip malls and elementary schools.

Regardless, I am not willing to trade the life of any innocent person for these responsible and sane people who I love and trust's right to own a gun as easily as they can now.

"Firearms regulation" does not mean "firearms ban." It does, admittedly and, in my opinion, rightly, mean making it very difficult for everyone and impossible for the people who should not have access to get access.

POTUS has taken flack for not using strong enough words in his statement on Friday. But I think he was putting everyone on notice: "meaningful action... regardless of the politics" means the human lobby is stronger than the gun lobby, and things are about to change.

To close (because, aptly, I have to get back to writing a paper about post-conflict security...), here is the email I sent my parents after I learned of the shooting on Friday:
I have my Econ final in a few hours and have been pretty calm about it ever since I had that freak out a few weeks ago. I'm definitely not going to do well on the test,* but, more importantly, I understand the general concepts from the semester and, frankly, at the end of the day, it's just really not that big a deal. I've been saying that to people all week--just calm down, at the end of your life, you're not going to look back and be like, if only I'd gotten a B+ instead of a C+ on the microeconomics final. 
I've been working calmly all morning just preparing my cheat sheet and working through practice problems. Some time between when I last listened to NPR this morning while getting ready for school and about an hour ago, some maniac went into a school an hour's drive from NYC and shot and killed at least 27 people, including 18 children. Literally, while people around me spent those hours freaking out about some relatively inconsequential grade on a relatively inconsequential test, children in a place we could drive to within an hour were having their opportunity to flake out on studying or do badly on a test taken away from them forever. 
Thanks, mom and dad, for raising me to (sometimes) remember to keep things in perspective and for being the ones to remind me of this when I'm being ridiculous and freaking out about stuff that in the long run just isn't that big a deal. 
Love
Miki
I want to engage in this discussion with perspective, civility, reason, and respect, and get to a place where everyone can be safe.

So, can we talk?

 Children in Karachi, Pakistan light candles early in the evening in memory of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting victims. 

This is all close to home which is why it's easy (and lazy) of me (all of us) to get so worked up about these deaths over ones that take place in other places, but maybe this is the place where this conversation will be able to take its next step and will help Americans be better friends with our global neighbors and their children.


* In case you're wondering, I think it actually went pretty well, much to my relief and surprise. Even more reason to not freak out about things that just aren't that big a deal... sometimes they turn out to be just fine.

03 September 2012

Columbia, not Colombia

So, in case you haven't heard already (which, if you're reading this blog, is highly unlikely as I doubt I have many [any?] readers that I don't actually know personally)...

I got in to grad school!

And I had three awesome schools to choose from (Warning: shameless, obnoxious bragging ahead): Georgetown, Berkeley, and Columbia (in chronological order of acceptance decisions received)!

And I chose Columbia (the School of International and Public Affairs, to be specific)!

And I'm starting classes tomorrow!!!


I've played my cards close to the vest in the last few months, which has basically resulted in this blog going dark. I had (still have!!) a lot to do to prepare for school (I am now an experienced victim of the New York real estate scene), but hopefully I'll get this blog up and running again with my grad school adventures (I'm doing an MPA-DP, btw).

p.s. I've still been blogging pretty regularly at Alanna Shaik's development blog, www.bloodandmilk.org. Check me out there (almost) every Friday!


15 February 2012

(un)inspired reading

I need to read a good book. I mean, a really good book. And not one that was written more than 100 years ago. And not one that's popular just because it's easy to read... or difficult to read. I was talking about this last night with a friend--I can't remember a recent time that I was really moved by a book.

I'm not saying I need to read something that's heart-breaking like that, but I am looking for something that makes me think or challenges me and makes me connect to the book. I know that's asking a lot, but you're all smart people.

What's a good book that you've read in the last few years?

20 January 2012

thailand

It's frickin' cooooooold in NYC today, so when I was scrolling through my pending posts and saw this one--with just the word "Thailand" in the title and nothing in the body of the post--it made me hate 2010 me juuuust a teensy weensy bit. Earlier, I was also lamenting my now faded, most awesome tan of my adult life from Greece last summer. So, yeah, this post is basically just to wax nostalgic for the heat and sun and water and beach... and mango and pad see eaw and fruit smoothies and scooters and flips flops and tank tops of Thailand.

A little something to make us all jealous:

the view from the second hut that I stayed in on koh chang

28 December 2011

"bah, humbug!" no, that's too strong 'cause it is my favorite holiday...

I have to admit that I've become a bit disenchanted with this holiday. I still love Christmas music, all kinds, and I love the decorations and the idea of the "Christmas spirit," but I guess that's where my Christmas lovefest has taken its biggest hit in the last few years. I'm not Christian--imagine, no religion--but I do think there are some good ideas to follow with the whole "do unto others as you would have them do unto you," "love thy neighbor," "don't be an a$$hole" (oh wait, that was probably Dan Savage, not Jesus... good ideas work in mysterious ways).

This post is likely too late to make much of a difference for your gift-giving plans now, but I thought I'd throw it out there anyway in case the man/woman/kid/uncle/second-cousin-three-times-removed in your life's birthday is coming up and s/he's got everything they've ever wanted already and you really can't imagine spending money on another Louis V bag/wallet/perfume/sock (just the one, for the budget-conscious). I've written about it before but I think it's worth mentioning again that I think a GREAT alternative to gift-giving is giving the money you would've spent on a gift to a charity that has meaning to the recipient.

This year was a little tight, so I haven't made any monetary donations to any of my favorite causes (the usual suspects include: This American Life, NPR's Storycorps, Planned Parenthood, KPCC, Cup of Joe for a Joe, and Democrats Abroad), but I have recently started volunteering my time (a commodity I find myself with less and less of as well these days) with HaitiCorps International, a group whose mission is to economically empower Haitians through fair wage employment and training. I am particularly interested in their latest (and first!) endeavor, The Handbag Project--low-income women in Haiti who have been affected by violence are trained to make handbags, from start to finish, in leather and fabric. They are paid a fair wage and this little-project-that-could will hopefully turn into a self-sustaining social enterprise that not only continues but is able to expand using the funds from the sales of the bags they make. You can "like" HaitiCorps International on Facebook and follow @haiticorps_intl on Twitter. Unfortunately, the twitter feed is a little dead right now, but the founder, Brent, will be heading back to Haiti in January to deliver more materials and check on how the program is going. Things will pick up then.

Okay, this post has become a bit rambly (no, really, that's a word...). Over and out.