25th
Why must EVERYTHING become a thesis-worthy discussion? Is this grad school? Bottom line, Perez is an awful human being who got his shit rocked and so what if John Mayer, for the sake of humor, used a “stereotype” in a fucking TWITTER ARGUMENT? How did we even GET here? Let’s focus on the issue at hand and what really matters: Perez Hilton fucking sucks the end.
Kia Matthews: serious Tumblr crush.
I have no idea what the topic of this discussion is, but the first sentence is bad news. Transmuting “I disagree with you” into “I disagree with the fact that we’re discussing this” sounds a lot nicer than “JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH IMMEDIATELY” but it’s (a more disingenuous way of saying) pretty much the same thing.
Granted, you’re maybe within reason telling whoever it is to shut their fucking mouth, but you shouldn’t need to resort to dragging out theses and grad school (eternal whipping boys of populist anti-intellectualism) just to dress it up.
[Note: I don’t doubt that I’m both misinterpreting and ‘overanalyzing’. Don’t take this personally. The quotation has been taken entirely out of context for the sake of a tangentially related argument. Smile.]
Mankind has really been put in its place over the past 500 years. Why only the other day, back in 1400, the sun orbited the earth; man was God’s consummate work of art; humans were masters of themselves and the domain God provided for them.
Our secular fall from grace began with Copernicus, who dislodged the world from its celestial catbird seat. Later, Darwin established that man, far from being the animal kingdom’s pièce de résistance, was a bit like a baboon in clothes. Then Mendel documented the laws of inheritance — so much for free will — and Freud subordinated what was then left of our minds to unseemly drives over which we have little control.
In the 20th century, technology assumed a size and complexity too big to fit into what was left of our brains. In the 1890s, an intelligent layman could achieve a rudimentary grasp of the scope of current scientific thought. Perhaps no one — scientist or not — fathoms the full scope of technology today.
According to scientist and futurist Raymond Kurzweil, the coming technological-evolutionary quantum leap, known as the Singularity, will erase the line between human beings and technology. He maintains that technology’s exponential progress will result in part-human, part-machine beings with infinitely greater brain power and life-spans approaching immortality.
Mr. Kurzweil envisions the time, if a body part fails, one need only grab its replacement from the pantry and snap it in place. Already, lawyers are busy devising the constitutional framework for a post-human future, in view of the shifting nature of what comprises a human being. The classic paradox comes to mind: Once the knife’s blade and handle are each replaced several times, is it still the same knife? Once all your parts have been replaced a few times, are you still you?
Now a segment of the Green movement presents a fresh challenge to mankind’s place within nature. Humans, the thinking goes, are one species among the many, a life form coexisting with others, our rights commensurate with those of snail darters, mosquitoes and coral reefs.
The new environmentalist thinking occupies that treacherous terrain between rationality and romanticism. It’s highly logical, too, an all-encompassing equation where everything is equivalent to everything else — communism at a cellular level.
The premise glows with the innocence we forsook when Adam larcenously appropriated an apple from its rightful owner, the tree.
This dangerous new unnatural naturalism sees the planet as a realm of halcyon purity. Conversely, mankind is portrayed as a cancer on the planet. Welcome to secular subhumanism.
The Earth-Firsters are not fools. There are choice elements in their deranged philosophy that merit consideration; such is the essence of temptation. However, their failure is that they undermine their cause with acts of brutality. Theodore Kaczynski, the Unabomber, a Ph.D. with kindred neo-Luddite views, was one such activist run amok, responsible for dozens of injuries and four deaths. He is a case study of how, contaminated with extreme emotion, logic becomes toxic.
Self-described “evo-lutionaries” and animal-rights activists feel justified in spiking trees, burning down housing developments, vandalizing laboratories and threatening the lives of researchers and their families. By all means save the Red-Cockaded Woodpecker, but not at the cost of human lives, no matter how few. That way lies madness.
One activist author posits that the planet can support only one billion people — a number surely including the writer, his friends and extended family. Another activist advocates saving the world through euthanasia, abortion, suicide and sodomy. However, the truly repugnant part of this story is that these are both tenured professors in wealthy universities.
In Switzerland, proposed legislation protects the rights of plants. As you roam the Swiss mountains, do not violate the rights of the wildflowers by picking them: An undercover gnome might arrest you. Internationally, the greener-than-thou brigade scorns bioengineered seeds — the 20th century achievement that vastly increased the world’s food supply and rescued billions from starvation — forgetting that nature has been creating hybrids since the beginning of time.
A Yale professor maintains that owning pets is a kind of species colonialism, an exploitative master-subject relationship. The word “pet” is now viewed as pejorative; if you must hold a creature hostage, call it your “animal companion.”
The political views of the Eco-elitists defy easy categorization, if not also comprehension. Their anti-business stance might mark them as liberals, while their hard-edged fundamentalist views about nature and brittle nostalgia for a lost Peaceable Kingdom are surely conservative.
Perhaps they are little more than one of nature’s newest 21st century hybrids: Progressive-Reactionaries.
Mr. Ball is chairman of W. Atlee Burpee & Co., and a former president of the American Horticultural Society. This op-ed was adapted from an entry on his blog (www. heronswoodvoice.com).
Printed in The Wall Street Journal, page A13
Under the project, law-enforcement officials and prosecutors in the cities identify individuals operating in violent-crime areas who haven’t yet committed serious violent crimes, and build cases against them, including undercover operations and surveillance. The culmination is a “call in” when the case is presented to the would-be suspect in front of law enforcement, community leaders, ex-offenders and friends and family.
“The prosecutor talks to them and lets them know: ‘we could arrest you now but we won’t because the drug dealing stops today, the violence stops today,’” said Jeremy Travis, president of John Jay. “If you continue, you now know the consequences and you’ve seen the case against you but we don’t want to send you to prison.”
Vito Acconci forced to close studio:
http://archpaper.com/e-board_rev.asp?News_ID=3539
Vito Acconci in UbuWeb Sound (MP3):
1. The American Gift
1976, 42:36 min
Alternating between an English lesson, in which a French-speaking man and woman translate English phrases, and short “samples” of what Acconci calls “the voice of America” - movie soundtracks, Creole singers, honky-tonk piano - The American Gift investigates the problematics of translation and nationality.
2. The Gangster Sister From Chicago Visits New York (A Family Piece)
1977, 7:50 min
Originally installed in a makeshift “house” painted red, white, and blue, this provocative audio piece features Acconci addressing imaginary characters - Mama, Daddy, Big Brother, Sister, and Jesus - in a singular take on the American family.
3. Under-History Lessons
1976, 21:25 min
Playing both the teacher and the students, Acconci enacts a series of short lessons, from “Lesson 1: Let’s Believe We’re in This Together” to “Lesson 12: Let’s be Oppressed,” offering an ideosyncratic take on the ideological underpinnings of American education and society.
4. The Bristol Project (45:00) 2001
5. Ten Packed Minutes (12:33)
Ten Packed Minutes: Written 1977. Musical excerpts from the recordings of Leon Redbone, Cow Cow Davenport, Eric Dolphy, Karl Berger and Ornette Coleman.
Originally from the LP Airwaves (One Ten Records), 1977Vito Acconci in UbuWeb Film:
http://ubu.com/film/acconci.html
Vito Acconci in the UbuWeb Anthology of Conceptual Writing:
He once produced art that inspired me more than anything else I’d ever seen. Then he decided to squander his mind on architecture. Maybe now he’ll go back to art.
Here’s to the economy.
As I wrap up this story, I’m preparing for a conference halfway around the world. I am stressed about deadlines and long flights and jet lag. A friend stops by and suggests I smoke a joint so I can relax. I turn down the offer. Another friend, a doctor, drops off samples of Provigil, “just in case.” I also have a prescription for the antianxiety drug Klonopin in case I cannot cope with turbulence or a snoring seatmate (I’m flying in what I call Deep Vein Thrombosis Class).
At first I put the drugs aside, telling myself they aren’t for me. Then I reconsider. Everything we experience has an impact on our neurobiology. I will not be exactly the same after my journey whether I take Provigil or not. But if I take the drug, it might enhance the trip by helping me focus at the conference. And is it really a less natural way to augment my life than flying 38,000 feet above the planet at 500 miles per hour? I tuck the pills into my carry-on bag and go.
On Being Safe
I know you want me to be safe because you care about me. But when you say “be safe”, who do you think we sex workers need to protect ourselves from? Were you thinking about all the times we’re tokenized, treated like a pariahs, refused visas, criminalized, researched like a bug, had others speak for us, caricatured in the media, asked totally offensive invasive questions, had our sanity and humanity questioned, our skills erased and ridiculed, risked arrest, deportation, eviction and (in my family) the threat of losing child custody? Were you thinking about the burden of secrecy from my family, or how many times I’ve tried to refute the same stereotypes over and over, and what it’s like to be told by a friend that I’m damaged? Is that what you meant?
The Imaginary Victimized Sex Worker
Everyone (in particular people who see themselves as sex work allies) wants to find the Imaginary Victimized Sex Worker. If it isn’t me, it must be street workers or the underage or the addicted or the so-called “trafficked”. It isn’t. Think of the manufacturing or hospitality industry: some settings are good and respectful, some are shitty and abusive. But the concept of victims in need of rescue is never helpful. There are workers who might want better rights or conditions, on their own terms. The idea that sex workers are victims is the exactly how some of the worst abuses of sex worker rights—usually as perpetrated by that state—are justified and for that reason, talking about safety and danger is really loaded. Approach it thoughtfully.
I’m guilty of this too. When a sex work organizer told me about the brothels where mainly Thai and Chinese women work for much discounted rates, I immediately responded negatively. “oh, that sucks for them!”. “No, actually they do fine because at those rates, more clients come in”. And in that instant I could see how my racism and whore-phobia intertwined. Here they were—the Imaginary Victimized Sex Workers! And of course, they’re not white or western! Do I think the Chinese woman who offers cheaper pedicures in my neighborhood is victimized? No. I think that patriarchal racism plays a role in her skills being less valued than the expensive white-owned salons but I don’t erase her agency in choosing the best work for herself. I’m a privileged worker. This does not make me the only worker who fully consents to my work and is not victimized by my clients. In capitalist economies we all work within the limits on our consent.
High Risk Lifestyles of the Married and Cohabitating
What is demonstrably more dangerous than sex work is intimate partnership. Domestic violence is the number one cause of death and permanent disability to Australian women. So when your sister tells you that she’s moving in with her boyfriend, do you tell her to “be safe”? Would you refuse to have your friend’s wedding at your home given how you know domestic partnership to be a proven “high-risk lifestyle”? Would you let me work out of your guest room? Would you drive me to a call? Would you be my security back up without assuming I’m about to go see an axe-murderer? Would you be comfortable if my clients knew where you lived? If not, why not? If I could do any of this with a new lover but not a client, why do you think that only money makes these men dangerous? I’d like to hear your explanation.
I don’t love my clients but they’re fine. (Actually, the question of love is a complicated one but for now, we’ll keep it simple). They’re just like every other dude, except that they consider my time and sexual skill worth hundreds of dollars—making them in fact better than your average guy. Non sex workers sometimes insist that their brother/friend/teacher/boss would never be a client. They’re dreaming. That’s precisely who my clients are. So if you don’t fear them then you’ll understand why I don’t either.
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Let’s go there, yes? Some boys (after this) have raised their hands at me and called themselves “guilty” but there’s no reason to feel guilt. Or not to enjoy looking at naked ladies. But here’s what it looks like from the lady POV on the outside: that to some boys, looking at ladies is okay if the ladies look “down” — that they wear knee socks and are photographed around books they may have read. Like wanting to cum on a girl’s face is okay if she listens to the right music, or has sharp enough breastbones. It might be that she looks fragile enough that you could break her. Hot enough to fuck but dull enough to discard. But you know guys it’s okay to cum on our faces no matter what’s on our iPhones, right? You don’t have to confine girls and sex to these twee little stereotypes of girls and sex. It’s as limiting as us expecting men to have gigantic porn dicks, to be available and erect and at our whim, and tell us how awesome our poems and hair are, too. Now where’s that blog?
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