I. Currants
A side-benefit of having artist friends is that sometimes they make you into art.
Laura watercolored this postcard of me, after I fed her tuna noodle casserole last night. (My downstairs neighbors are out of town, and we were painting on their deck).
I like how she's depicted how plump I've become: I look like a juicy berry!
I was painting red currants I'd brought home from a restaurant. v
Laura is a gardener as well as an artist, and she told me this is a "raceme" of currants; that is, a cluster of fruit on a single stem. (As opposed to their relative the gooseberry, which has one fruit per stem.)
II. Currents
Speaking of the arrangement of reproductive organs . . . I'd written a couple days ago about my fears that trans/genderism might be reinforcing a false association:
That it can look that way is a concern of mine. It reminds me uncomfortably of people accusing lesbians of really just wanting to be men.
But omg, I am not au courant in gender theory:
I had no idea that a raceme of radical feminists have taken that concern of mine to extremes and claim that gender reassignment is mutilation and, therefore, trans women are mutilated men.
--from the New Yorker article, "What Is a Woman? The dispute between radical feminism and transgenderism."
OMG, no! I want to say clearly that I do NOT (not, not, not!) subscribe to that view.
I do want society to get it that a woman can, say, dress in a top hat, white tie, and tails, or a man wear a Hello Kitty tutu and totally love being their sex & gender.
But if some people can't get that, that's not the fault of the trans community! (I fear I maybe implied that it was.)
To me, the question of gender identity is somewhat like wearing a hijab:
what's most important isn't whether or not a woman chooses to cover her head;
what's most important, I'd say, is that she––we, you and I––can freely choose to wear or not to wear a hijab, and that we not take that choice away from one another, even if we dislike the outcome.
I found something like this view in an interview with "Judith Butler on gender and the trans experience". Butler (who I've never read before) says:
(Though don't hold me to that "death" thing.)
But it turns out he didn't say it.
I'm always wary of quotes you find on refrigerator magnets––half the time they're misattributed––so I googled it.
Sure enough, this line wasn't said by Voltaire, it was said about Voltaire––by biographer Beatrice Evelyn Hall, according to this article. (Closer than some wrong citations, anyway.) (Oooh, the article cites a whole book of such flubs: What they Didn’t Say – A Book of Misquotations, edited by Elizabeth Knowles.)
The article goes on to say, "If you want to quote Voltaire on free speech, here’s something that he did write once, in his 1763 Treatise on Toleration:
Paragraphs or headscarves or gender... As Voltaire also didn't say,
"What a fuss about an omelette."
A side-benefit of having artist friends is that sometimes they make you into art.
Laura watercolored this postcard of me, after I fed her tuna noodle casserole last night. (My downstairs neighbors are out of town, and we were painting on their deck).
I like how she's depicted how plump I've become: I look like a juicy berry!
I was painting red currants I'd brought home from a restaurant. v
Laura is a gardener as well as an artist, and she told me this is a "raceme" of currants; that is, a cluster of fruit on a single stem. (As opposed to their relative the gooseberry, which has one fruit per stem.)
II. Currents
Speaking of the arrangement of reproductive organs . . . I'd written a couple days ago about my fears that trans/genderism might be reinforcing a false association:
Girls like pink.
I like pink.
Therefore I'm a girl.
That it can look that way is a concern of mine. It reminds me uncomfortably of people accusing lesbians of really just wanting to be men.
But omg, I am not au courant in gender theory:
I had no idea that a raceme of radical feminists have taken that concern of mine to extremes and claim that gender reassignment is mutilation and, therefore, trans women are mutilated men.
--from the New Yorker article, "What Is a Woman? The dispute between radical feminism and transgenderism."
OMG, no! I want to say clearly that I do NOT (not, not, not!) subscribe to that view.
I do want society to get it that a woman can, say, dress in a top hat, white tie, and tails, or a man wear a Hello Kitty tutu and totally love being their sex & gender.
But if some people can't get that, that's not the fault of the trans community! (I fear I maybe implied that it was.)
To me, the question of gender identity is somewhat like wearing a hijab:
what's most important isn't whether or not a woman chooses to cover her head;
what's most important, I'd say, is that she––we, you and I––can freely choose to wear or not to wear a hijab, and that we not take that choice away from one another, even if we dislike the outcome.
I found something like this view in an interview with "Judith Butler on gender and the trans experience". Butler (who I've never read before) says:
"Whether one wants to be free to live out a “hard-wired” sense of sex or a more fluid sense of gender is less important than the right to be free to live it out, without discrimination, harassment, injury, pathologization or criminalization – and with full institutional and community support.
That is most important in my view."I'd like to quote Voltaire again and say that whether or not "I disapprove of what you say, ... I will defend to the death your right to say it."
(Though don't hold me to that "death" thing.)
I'm always wary of quotes you find on refrigerator magnets––half the time they're misattributed––so I googled it.
Sure enough, this line wasn't said by Voltaire, it was said about Voltaire––by biographer Beatrice Evelyn Hall, according to this article. (Closer than some wrong citations, anyway.) (Oooh, the article cites a whole book of such flubs: What they Didn’t Say – A Book of Misquotations, edited by Elizabeth Knowles.)
The article goes on to say, "If you want to quote Voltaire on free speech, here’s something that he did write once, in his 1763 Treatise on Toleration:
“The supposed right of intolerance is absurd and barbaric. It is the right of the tiger; nay, it is far worse, for tigers do but tear in order to have food, while we rend each other for paragraphs.”
Paragraphs or headscarves or gender... As Voltaire also didn't say,
"What a fuss about an omelette."
