Wednesday, June 21, 2006

ha ha thisaway ha ha hathaway*

I really like Anne Hathaway. I thought she was fantastic in Brokeback Mountain, and I'm actually looking forward to The Devil Wears Prada (despite certain misgivings about reinforcing the 'all women who are demanding and successful in business are bitches' stereotype). As well as being a talented actress, she seems funny and smart and quite likeable in this interview on the Jane magazine website. Check out how many times the interviewer says 'like'. Which I'm pointing out in a bitchy way because I'm jealous of her job.
*this post title is a lame play on the theme tune to a children's program called Wizbit, which I may or may not have watched but was certainly aware of. The show was narrated or Wizbit voiced by Paul Daniels, an English magician and game show presenter (he famously married his much younger and attractive magician's assistant Debbie Magee which sparked the joke "What does Debbie Magee see in the milionaire Paul Daniels?" I'm not saying I like the joke at all, and I think they are actually still together which makes me smile). Having typed all this I have to say I'm shocked by the amount of space in my brain that is taken up with celebrity related trivia, a condition that is not helped by this or this or this. Damn you addictive media!

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

People carriers




One day last week I was walking downtown to meet LJ from work and I noticed a street lined with the kind of large SUV/mini van type vehicles that are so popular in Calgary. I was reminded of the streets lined with scooters in Tainan and I snapped a picture just as I did in Taiwan a couple of years ago. Here they are.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Score!


With the departure of one room-mate for his newly finished condo, LJ, our other room-mate and I were left with only one sofa. It was wonderful timing then, that our lovely friends S & J happened to have two very comfortable sofas going begging and, on top of that, also had the use of a truck to move them. Lots of pulling and pushing and lifting and back straining (we are not as young as we once were) later I am writing this very post from the comfort of the new additions to our living room. BUT, even more exciting than that, S & J also had a selection of LPs that S's parents didn't want anymore (her parents are also moving to a condo). I scored large with the trio you see in the picture above. Kenny is such a silver fox isn't he? I'm a sucker for his classics and remember my mum singing along to 'Ruby' when I was small. I do like his love songs too - especially 'Lady' and 'You Decorated My Life'. Check out the other records too: Denim Country, what a title! And the double album on the right opens up with Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash singing 'Jackson' just to let you know that it's going to be a good 'un. It really is so nice to be finally out of the closet as a country music fan and to be able to indulge my tastes properly. I'm also a huge fan of vinyl rather than CDs and don't even have the slightest desire to own an ipod or any of those new-fangled contraptions. There's something very satisfying and soothing to me about sliding a record out of its sleeve, placing the needle on the record, and particularly about listening to the whir and crackle of an older disc on the turntable. I used to buy records when I was in my teens and still have some of my old favourites: Guns n' Roses, Metallica, Pearl Jam, The Black Crowes, Neil Young...Playing them brings back a lot of memories: how I poured over the liner notes, the concerts I went to, the money saved to buy the latest release. I just don't get the same feeling from other music media. So one of my projects over the next year is to build up a decent collection of country and rock vinyl, particularly the former. I've never been a big collector of anything, especially with all the crazy moving from one country to the next and it would be nice not only to enjoy the tunes I appreciate but perhaps also to introduce my friends to the country sound.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

A rant, a list, and a discussion

This morning I woke up grouchy after a night of sore back/neck/shoulders. I don't know what it is about the position I sleep in, or if it's because LJ insists on cuddling me when I'm sleeping. I appreciate the affection, and enjoy it when I'm awake but when I'm in sleep-mode it just seems to give me back pain. It could be something to do with my pillows too. I should probably only sleep on an itty-bitty wafer thin number but I also get distressed when I feel that I can't breathe through my nose so I like to be a bit propped up, which probably causes some of the back pain. Ack.
Anyway. Via Mad Melancholic Feminista I came across the Male Privilege Checklist at Alas, a Blog. It sure is thought provoking, and the discussion in the comments at MMF is also worth a look.
The Male Privilege Checklist

1. My odds of being hired for a job, when competing against female applicants, are probably skewed in my favor. The more prestigious the job, the larger the odds are skewed.

2. I can be confident that my co-workers won’t think I got my job because of my sex - even though that might be true. (More).

3. If I am never promoted, it’s not because of my sex.

4. If I fail in my job or career, I can feel sure this won’t be seen as a black mark against my entire sex’s capabilities.

5. I am far less likely to face sexual harassment at work than my female co-workers are. (More).

6. If I do the same task as a woman, and if the measurement is at all subjective, chances are people will think I did a better job.

7. If I’m a teen or adult, and if I can stay out of prison, my odds of being raped are relatively low. (More).

8. I am not taught to fear walking alone after dark in average public spaces.

9. If I choose not to have children, my masculinity will not be called into question.

10. If I have children but do not provide primary care for them, my masculinity will not be called into question.

11. If I have children and provide primary care for them, I’ll be praised for extraordinary parenting if I’m even marginally competent. (More).

12. If I have children and pursue a career, no one will think I’m selfish for not staying at home.

13. If I seek political office, my relationship with my children, or who I hire to take care of them, will probably not be scrutinized by the press.

14. Chances are my elected representatives are mostly people of my own sex. The more prestigious and powerful the elected position, the more likely this is to be true.

15. I can be somewhat sure that if I ask to see “the person in charge,” I will face a person of my own sex. The higher-up in the organization the person is, the surer I can be.

16. As a child, chances are I was encouraged to be more active and outgoing than my sisters. (More).

17. As a child, I could choose from an almost infinite variety of children’s media featuring positive, active, non-stereotyped heroes of my own sex. I never had to look for it; male protagonists were (and are) the default.

18. As a child, chances are I got more teacher attention than girls who raised their hands just as often.

19. If my day, week or year is going badly, I need not ask of each negative episode or situation whether or not it has sexist overtones.

20. I can turn on the television or glance at the front page of the newspaper and see people of my own sex widely represented, every day, without exception.

21. If I’m careless with my financial affairs it won’t be attributed to my sex.

22. If I’m careless with my driving it won’t be attributed to my sex.

23. I can speak in public to a large group without putting my sex on trial.

24. If I have sex with a lot of people, it won’t make me an object of contempt or derision.

25. If I work in an office, I have the option of wearing a relatively value-neutral uniform that does not invite speculation about my sexuality or my gender conformity. (More).

26. My wardrobe and grooming are relatively cheap and consume little time. (More).

27. If I buy a new car, chances are I’ll be offered a better price than a woman buying the same car. (More).

28. If I’m not conventionally attractive, the disadvantages are relatively small and easy to ignore.

29. I can be loud with no fear of being called a shrew. I can be aggressive with no fear of being called a bitch.

30. I can ask for legal protection from violence that happens mostly to men without being seen as a selfish special interest, since that kind of violence is called “crime” and is a general social concern. (Violence that happens mostly to women is usually called “domestic violence” or “acquaintance rape,” and is seen as a special interest issue.)

31. I can be confident that the ordinary language of day-to-day existence will always include my sex. “All men are created equal,” mailman, chairman, freshman, he.

32. My ability to make important decisions and my capability in general will never be questioned depending on what time of the month it is.

33. I will never be expected to change my name upon marriage or questioned if I don’t change my name.

34. The decision to hire me will never be based on assumptions about whether or not I might choose to have a family sometime soon.

35. Every major religion in the world is led primarily by people of my own sex. Even God, in most major religions, is usually pictured as being male.

36. Most major religions argue that I should be the head of my household, while my wife and children should be subservient to me.

37. If I have a wife or live-in girlfriend, chances are we’ll divide up household chores so that she does most of the labor, and in particular the most repetitive and unrewarding tasks. (More).

38. If I have children with a wife or girlfriend, chances are she’ll do most of the childrearing, and in particular the most dirty, repetitive and unrewarding parts of childrearing.

39. If I have children with a wife or girlfriend, and it turns out that one of us needs to make career sacrifices to raise the kids, chances are we’ll both assume the career sacrificed should be hers.

40. Magazines, billboards, television, movies, pornography, and virtually all of media is filled with images of scantily-clad women intended to appeal to me sexually. Such images of men exist, but are much rarer.

41. On average, I am under less pressure to be thin than my female counterparts are. (More). If I am fat, I probably suffer fewer social and economic consequences for being fat than fat women do. (More).

42. If I am heterosexual, it’s incredibly unlikely that I’ll ever be beaten up by a spouse or lover. (More).

43. Complete strangers generally do not walk up to me on the street and tell me to “smile.”

44. On average, I am not interrupted by women as often as women are interrupted by men.

45. I have the privilege of being unaware of my male privilege.

I really wish that so many items on this list didn't resonate with me quite so much.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

More on ironing

I just got an email this morning (thanks H!) pointing to another blog post on ironing, though from a dislike of ironing point of view. It's from a great blog too - check it out. And I have complete ironing-board-cover envy now. Sigh.
This morning will be spent waiting for our new fridge to be delivered. I am ridiculously excited about this event - our fridge has been alternately leaking and freezing up for the past three months. Currently it is sitting out in the front yard (LJ had ideas about putting it down in the basement, ideas which were scuppered when he realised that huge fridge + small doorway + narrow steep stairs = not going to happen). The appliance removal person is supposed to call back later. So I predict the afternoon might be spent waiting for him. Perhaps I can do some ironing while I wait.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Best and Worst

Household chores! Seeing as I spend a large portion of my days 'keeping house' at the moment, I thought I'd write a post about my favourite and most hated parts of the work involved.
Strangely enough, the task I enjoy the most is one I rarely do: ironing. In fact, we only acquired an iron on my return to Canada this April and were iron-less for a shockingly wrinkley six months prior. In England last year I had an cast-off iron from my Grandmother, but no ironing board. I did bits and pieces of ironing on a towel on our bedroom floor but it wasn't very comfortable or effective at all really. The love of ironing has been passed down to me from my mother and, I suspect, to her from Grandma. I remember watching mum spread the age-softened flannel sheet and large pink towel over the kitchen table in preparation for an iron-athon - she has never used an ironing board and has kept the sheet and towel she irons on for as long as I can remember. She has always ironed everything: sheets, towels, underwear, handkerchiefs, face-cloths...She taught me how to iron a shirt when I was pretty small, and I still remember the order: collar, cuffs, sleeves, back, front. Under a whoosh of steam creases and wrinkles were banished and trousers and shirts emerged crisp and neat and ready for a couple of days in the hot press or hung straight onto hangers to be put into our wardrobes or drawers. Over the past year or so of ironlessness and ironing boardlessness I had forgotton the pleasure of pressing clothes and so last Friday, when I noticed some of LJ's shirts were really too wrinkley for work and my light summer pants made me look as though I'd been dragged through a hedge I decided to give the new iron a whirl. I set up the board in front of the TV, switched it to Ellen and gathered a basket-full of crinklies. The whole job took about half and hour and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I just find something very satisfying about chasing away the creases and and puckers and awkward folds under a cloud of steam. Stubborn seams were flattened with a spray of water and a firm pressing of the iron; cuffs and collars were crisped; and hems wrangled into straight lines. There was something very soothing about the experience, perhaps it is the connection to a happy childhood memory, or perhaps it is because I enjoy the order onto chaos factor, I'm not sure. Whatever it is, I vote ironing as my favourite household chore. Cleaning windows gets a an honourable mention by the way.
To the least favourite, the worst, the most hated. Well there are a few contenders for this title. I do hate cleaning the kitchen floor but that could be the floor and not the job of cleaning it - we have ancient lino that is scarred by years of little burns and scratches and stains from god knows what, and it seems that no matter how often or how briskly I scrub it, it never looks really clean. Anyway, the job that irritates me the most is cleaning the bathroom. I don't know why I hate doing it so much. I mean, perhaps the toilet is an obvious bit to hate (esp. with three roommates) but LJ actually does that part. No, I hate cleaning the tub and the tiles and the sink. I especially dislike cleaning the sink when people have been spitting their toothpaste and not rinsing it properly. I mean, how difficult is it to swill some water around the basin after you've gobbed into it? My roommates seem to find it very difficult indeed and at least twice a week I'm scrubbing caked on colgate off the ceramic - argggggggg.
So there you have it, my favourite and most hated household chores. What are yours?