Lazy Link List 2

While I’m working on a post about sexual orientation, have another lazy link list!

First, another Ozy post, basically putting my thoughts about gendered socialization into words:

Burkett argues that “being a woman means having accrued certain experiences, endured certain indignities and relished certain courtesies in a culture that reacted to you as one.” She explicitly rejects a definition of womanhood grounded in breasts and vaginas (and, presumably, in uteruses and XX chromosomes) as reducing women to their bodies. However, her definition opens itself up to two criticisms.

First, exactly how many gendered experiences does Burkett have in common with a subsistence farmer in India? Did Burkett’s father have to pay her a dowry for her to get married? Did she have a sister who was aborted because she was a girl? Was she fed less than her brothers? Did her parents not send her to school because they wanted to protect her virginity? If the answer is “actually, Burkett doesn’t share many gendered experiences other than the purely biological with female subsistence farmers in India”– which I think is probably true– then by her own argument either she or female Indians subsistence farmers are not really women. This seems somewhat silly.

Even in our own culture, experience of womanhood is very diverse, as an intersectional perspective shows. A developmentally disabled woman may find that she is desexualized and degendered, as part of being treated as a child due to her disability; does her desexualization and degendering mean that she is, in reality, not a woman? A butch lesbian may never have experienced the courtesies associated with being read by straight men as an appropriate object of desire; does that mean she is not a woman?

Second, many transgender women do, in fact, accrue the experiences, endure the indignities, and relish the courtesies of being a woman in a culture that reacts to them as one. Any trans woman who passes does, as do non-passing trans women in trans-positive environments in which they are considered to be women. Even non-passing trans women in trans-negative environments are not read as men and given the privileges of men; they are read as weirdo freaks. Why is one’s past experience of gender– often an experience years or decades in the past– prioritized over one’s current lived experience?

Similarly, gender dysphoria impacts many trans people’s experience of gendered socialization. Society says “you are a woman, so you are like this and you should do these things.” Many cisgender girls feel dissonance when they don’t want to do what they are supposed to do or when they aren’t like what society says they are like. But many transgender men feel dissonance about the statement “you are a woman”– even long before they articulate their gender identity to themselves! They want to do the things men do, have the traits men have, cultivate the virtues men cultivate. Many young transgender men feel a sense of pride in how many sexual partners they have, or in their ability to lift heavy things, or other accouterments of masculinity which are stigmatized for women. Trans bros exist! Of course, that isn’t the same as growing up a cisgender man. But it is an experience which is in some ways more similar to growing up a cisgender man than growing up a cisgender woman.

Then another post about racism and dating by Alison – in her last one, she pessimistically predicted that someone would declare people with sexual preference for a certain gender/sex sexist, and then of course someone found a video of someone making precisely this point. What Alison wrote in response (well, her second response, her first one was mostly in caps) applies to other patterns (transphobia, ableism, etc.) as well, and is well worth a read. (I didn’t find a passage that worked well out of context, so just click through. Content note for mentions of rape.)

Because people often respond to mentions of non-binary people by pointing out that the vast majority of people fits the binary, here’s a little snack for thought on what it could mean for rare things to be ignored (and perhaps on what rarity in percentage points even means).

Next up: an account of gender and how it relates to nerd culture.

But we are also conscious that our participation in male-dominated activities tends to be at the leisure of the men involved, and that membership in the group could be revoked at any time. For example, if one of the men begins to pursue a woman in the group romantically and she doesn’t return his interest, her continued participation may be threatened. This becomes even riskier for women in male dominated professions like cybersecurity — my own field of expertise. In professional settings, the stakes raise dramatically. Rejection of a man’s advances can cost us more than our hobby, sometimes it can cost us our jobs. As long as this dynamic exists, we can never truly be “one of the guys.”

Often, we deal with this fundamental outsiderness by creating secret spaces where we can pursue feminine interests on our own terms, where being “one of the guys” is no longer the only key for entry. When I reintegrated into my old hobbies post-transition, I found that there were entire subcultures built by the women of the group, for the women of the group. These small, isolated, and distinctive societies that women created were completely invisible to me before I transitioned, but when I returned to nerd culture I found myself added to secret chat rooms and invited to events just for the girls.

It was like finding a secret room in a house I lived in for decades. In these women-centered spaces, topics of feminine interest could be discussed openly and out of view of the men in the group. We were shielding them from being grossed out or bored — periods, eew! Fashion, ugh! — but more than that, we were shielding ourselves from having to openly remind anyone that we were women and thus inherently different. We feared that if they noticed, our passageway into acceptance might close.

And last but not least, a post about testosterone: which resounded with me (even though I personally never had big fears about testosterone – a healthy dose of skepticism for any kind of essentialism made my default belief that testosterone would not affect my personality or behavior much at all):

I was afraid of losing the part of myself that cries at Pixar movies and gathers my friends into huge hugs and composes love letters to my beloveds and really, really listens to my people when they’re hurting. I was afraid of embodying toxic masculinity. I was afraid of becoming (even more of) a stranger to myself. […]

Life as a testosterone-based human is in some ways indistinguishable from the pre-T years, except that at every turn I seem to be discovering more and more of myself. It’s as if I’d been living my life in the front hallway of a home that I am only now realizing has more and more rooms, cozy and brightly lit and familiar and mine. Life has a new quality of spaciousness now. […]

Trans people have a unique opportunity to strip back the veneer of patriarchal masculinity, of biological essentialism, of binary notions of sex and gender, and say, “There’s a different way to do this.” It’s up to you to decide what trying HRT means about your identity and place in the world.

And that’s all for today. See you next time!

A privilege of sex or gender

I sorted through some old browser bookmarks today and found this exchange, in which a user on tumblr challenged others to to name and prove male privileges. Another user responded with the following list of 47 items (slightly edited for easier reading) :

Continue reading “A privilege of sex or gender”

fierceawakening:

kai-skai replied to your text post
Huh. I view my body as a male body because it’s a trans male body, and I’m too lazy to think the “trans” every time. 😛

be-kind-become-kind replied to your text post
idk! i feel mostly like I have a male body, but the more I hormones, the more easily I can suspend my disbelief, accidentally parse myself as female. that’s mostly what I aim for, I don’t think it’s realistic to think your body itself could ever change genders

Posting both of these together because both of them remind me of things I’ve seen before, decades ago (!!! am I that old?) when I first started seriously wondering if I might be trans.

One guy I followed online basically said “sorry guys I know you liked this website but now that I am on T and had surgery I am a normal heterosexual man, and I don’t think of myself as ‘trans’ at all. I’ve drifted out of the LGBT community because I feel like trans is a condition I had that I corrected and isn’t really relevant to anything any more. I’ll leave the site up since some of you find it useful but okay bye”

Another person I knew (offline) never really did that. She talked about still having dysphoria and still wondering why she had a body she could only correct so much. (I believe one of the particular issues that deeply distressed her was that she could never get pregnant.)

So it seems like for some people the dysphoria is pretty much fixed (“I may not have an ideal body but I can work with this. Nobody’s perfect.”) and for some people it never quite is (“I feel tons better now! But I still really wish I had ______.”)

Hmm. Not sure there’s a hard-and-fast divide between those two types of people (another imperfect binary!) – there are definitely still things I wish I had, and a body shape I’m not entirely happy with, and I’ll definitely always be trans.

Reframing my body as trans male rather than female is actually something I started before medical transitioning, and that has been very helpful for me personally. It didn’t make me suddenly comfortable with gendered aspects of my body, that discomfort/disconnect remained, but it made me feel better about it as a whole – I felt more in charge somehow, more like my body was something that belonged to me and that I could shape according to my wishes to a certain extent. And it made me more charitable towards it: like, okay, this isn’t what I want, but this body actually can’t help it, and we’re going to do our best to make me more comfortable together.

I don’t know if that makes sense to anybody but me. But consciously and actively prioritizing my sense of identity over my assigned sex – I’m male, and since this body is part of me, so is this body, regardless of what it might look and function like – was a really good step, and I’m glad I had the opportunity to take it.

Data follows reality

[Going back to writing a post a day regardless of quality, because apparently everything else just gets me stuck not writing anything.]

I.

My mother has big feet.

She used to jokingly refer to her shoes as “children’s coffins” (and probably still does). Few stores or catalogues or even online shops carried women’s shoes that fit her, and the models they had were often very unflattering: drab and clunky, or impractical, or both. Any time she found shoes that fit her and that she actually liked, she got super excited, and made sure to remember the brand and check out more of their models and/or come back to it when she needed new ones.

A while ago, I came across some recommendations for where to buy shoes as a trans woman – a list of stores and brands offering shoes in big sizes. Amidst the many excited comments by women happy to finally find shoes in their size, there was one that said something along the lines of “Women’s shoes in your size don’t exist because actual women don’t need them.”

II.

A classmate of mine in high school was a passionate basketball player.
And she was worried about that. She already had a crooked nose, a narrow, angular face, and a broad chin: all attributes more commonly associated with male than with female faces. If playing more and more basketball, throwing herself into it, and becoming better at it now also gave her a more athletic, muscular build, would she look “too masculine”? Would she look “like a man”? What if everybody else thought so? What if the guys she was into found her too unfeminine, too manly? We reassured her as best as we could, but her concerns persisted.

Last fall, H&M released an ad featuring (among many others) a trans woman. Conservative Christian group One Million Moms was outraged at “what appears to be a man dressed as a woman” and called for boycotts.

The woman they were up in arms about was Fatima Pinto, a muscular, broad-shouldered Muay Thai fighter. Who also happens to be cis.

III.

It’s easier for me. Strange, considering that maleness is culturally largely considered “better”, but somehow being unmanly does not seem to make one automatically womanly: people might scoff or sneer at my more feminine features, but they consider me a failed man rather than a woman, and often not even that: the only time someone offhandedly mentioned my face being feminine in my presence, his wife was quick to assure me that “girls like that anyway”.

But it’s fucked up.

Muscles are not male or female, they just are. Feet and hands and hips and eyebrows and skin and hair and livers and erythrozytes and cerebella are never male or female. Even by the (simplified, incomplete) tales told by biology textbooks, these are not sexual characteristics, neither primary nor secondary. (Well, some hair is: beards are a male secondary sexual characteristic according to textbooks, so bearded women could be said to have some male characteristics. It probably shouldn’t be, though – it would serve no purpose and very likely be deeply annoying to bearded women at best and hurtful at worst.)

Many human features, height, shoe size, hip circumference, and others among them, are roughly normally distributed. (Very roughly, actually: a true normal distribution extends limitless into both directions, but a person cannot have a height of less than zero. But modelling it as a normal distribution still yields pretty good predictions for the distribution of actual data, so this flaw is usually just kind of ignored.)

Modelling them separately for men and women yields slightly different distributions with slightly different means. So does modelling them separately for people of different countries, people of different colors, people of different ages (duh), and many other characteristics. If you just gather data from enough people of any two categories, it’s even likely that all of these differences will be statistically significant.

A woman who is 1.90 m tall is statistically less likely than a man who is 1.90 m tall. An Asian woman of that height would be less likely than a white one. However, a white man with achondroplasia, despite being white and male, would be much less likely than the Asian woman to be this tall. (And a 1.90 m tall three-year-old, regardless of gender, is nigh impossible – so much so that I’m quite confident such an individual has never existed.)

But for fuck’s sake, people, that doesn’t mean that it’s impossible for a woman to be 1.90 m tall, or that being 1.90 m tall means you can’t be a woman. There are women who are 1.90 m tall. There are women with big feet, and big muscles, and narrow hips, and angular jawlines. No matter how unlikely something is given statistical distributions, if it exists, it exists anyway. Data must follow reality, not the other way around.

And I want to write this sentence on a pool noodle and use it to bump the heads of everybody who ever uses statistical distributions to deny someone’s womanhood, to make her feel like she has to fit herself to the data, like her body is wrong just because it’s statistically unlikely. (And the same goes for manhood and nonbinary-hood.)

derplefurf:

thepokeduck:

showerthoughtsofficial:

If a website keeps all of my incorrect password attempts, they probably have all of my passwords.

This is why it’s important not to re-use the psswords you use for gmail, facebook, your bank, etc., when you sign up for miscellaneous websites.

I think OP meant, it’s pretty likely that at some point you’re going to absentmindedly try to log into Site Y with the password for Site X. A password manager is pretty much the only reasonable way to avoid this!

I have absolutely copied the wrong password from my password manager, though.

why-animals-do-the-thing:

science-fiction-is-real:

mizshylock:

itseasytoremember:

my favourite thing about big dogs is when you push ‘em over they’re just like 

“oh i’m lying down now! someone might scratch my stomach!!! i might nap!! endless possibilities!!!’

Whereas you push little dogs over and they’re all like “Vengeance! Death before dishonor!”

I think this is because little dogs are used to constantly having their personal space violated and their agency completely and totally disrespected.  Little dogs are picked up, shoved aside, played with like dolls, and man handled.  They have little control over their own bodies and so they learn to protect themselves through aggression.

Big dogs are touched constantly, but they don’t ever have the experience of having their space and free will completely shat upon because they are too big to man handle  So they associate human touch with only positive things.

I’d guess the best thing to to is treat your little dog like a big dog.  Don’t pick your dog up unless you know your dog wants to be picked up.  Don’t treat it like a doll, don’t shove it around.  Use your voice and its training to control it and not your hands and feet, just like you would for a big dog.  DOGS LIKE HUMANS HAVE PERSONAL SPACE AND A NEED FOR BODILY INTEGRITY.

@why-animals-do-the-thing, I’m not a behavior expert but you are, what do you think?

You’re spot on, for the most part. Little dogs don’t get bodily autonomy the way big dogs do, and they learn their only option for preventing things they don’t want is their teeth. Big dogs may not have entirely positive associations with touch, but they’re generally much more secure about their ability to control how the world interacts with them and that they can end an interaction they don’t like. 

andalitebonsai:

I’m reading book 16: The Warning, which is the, like,
“Animorphs does modern day internet things” themed book, and I’ve been thinking
about updated Animorphs in the internet age.

– Visser 3 spending two months investigating the source of
every. funny. animal. video/vine/news story, paranoid and convinced that the
Andalite Bandits are somehow sending complex messages with Vines. Human
controllers try to tell him that it’s just a thing, but he insists, runs them
through complicatd software analyzing for visual patterns.

– The Animorphs carefully managing their social media
profiles so that their internet personas don’t change. Jake checking in
regularly to make sure people have met their minimum Instagram quotas and
snapchatted random videos and updated Tumblr queues (well, that one is just Cassie,
obvs.).

 – Jake finding himself just staring at the Fb
page for The Sharing, checking it every day. Feeling a gut-punch every time someone follows the page,
getting sick every time one of their photos come up in his feed because Tom is
tagged.

 – Marco seeing his mother as Visser 1,  getting out his old iTouch that has all the
texts from his mom on it, the ones he’s kept to read sometimes. Reading through
them one more time, everyday messages to his younger self about pickups from
friends’ houses, about dinner, about school. Deleting them. Throwing the iTouch
against the wall until it breaks. (It doesn’t help.)

 – Funny animal videos losing something for Cassie, not
cheering her up like they used to. She pays more attention to survival tips, to
vet blogs, blogs of anatomy and scientific illustration, graphic illustrations
of injuries. She tells herself it’s so she knows how to help if– when—
someone gets hurt, but really it’s just because she’s started to see the world
in terms of what can break. She knows she won’t always be able to fix it, but
she needs to at least know what could go wrong or she might panic.

 – Rachel likes to look over Cassie’s shoulder, because
Rachel’s started seeing the world in terms of what she can break and she likes
to get inspiration. It scares her a little, the visceral fascination with
damage and injury and pain. She accepts it.

 – Tobias never really had any social media profiles that
need upkeep, but spending so much time alone he used to know every way of
downloading shows, every site. Torrenting master. He doesn’t really miss it
except at night, on his branch, when he gets the same lonely, scared feeling he
used to have in whatever crappy bedroom he was staying in as a kid. He stops
missing it eventually, but he does want to get his talons on a go-pro at some
point because he’s pretty sure he could win every photo contest ever.