Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Odds and Sods: One damn thing after another edition

My health has taken an unexpected dive, and I find I do not want to blog about this, for a bloody change. This is partly a desire for privacy, and partly a fear that my (seemingly endless) aging problems are just getting boring. (I mean, you know, they bore ME after awhile too.) And chronic illnesses/injuries are part of aging, most assuredly.

As Harry Truman famously said, "The problem with history is that it's just one damn thing after another." Ohhhh, how true that is. And aging is part of history, or IS the process of history, as manifested in each individual.

I am home from work, drinking Kombucha to boost my immune system, wasting time arguing on Feminist Critics, in which I unexpectedly had to defend The Holy Trinity (who'd a thunk it?), downloading purty photos, such as the one above (since I have lots of Flickr space left!), and watching my new fave-rave NeNe on The Real Housewives of Atlanta.

The REAL HOUSEWIVES are exactly the women some of the Feminist Critics posters really HATE: unemployed, fluttering about, spending money, madly lunching before storming every boutique in Buckhead, all while chattering entertainingly for the rest of us. I regard them as an exclusive subculture out of a Jacqueline Susann novel, certainly nothing like the majority of housewives in any locality. Which is why people watch the show, after all. But several of the FC crowd seem to believe this type of rich, spoiled, bon-bon eating housewife represents the majority of American wives.

Not hardly. If so, we wouldn't be watching them as if they are an exotic species, would we?


My heart's on fire, for Elvira. Also my new profile pic, for now!

(Note: I simply could not start a story about Emmy without a kitty picture. This was just not possible to do.)

I realized after writing my Proposition 8 piece yesterday, that I had not been specific enough about why I think gay marriage is a crucial civil right, but simply took that knowledge for granted on the part of the reader. And then, I came upon Zan's entry, below, which brings the issue into sharp relief in a very up-close-and-personal way. At her blog, Butterfly Cauldron, Zan misses her partner, Emmy, and wishes she could stay in the country longer:

If our immigration laws were decent, if they let citizens sponsor same-sex partners, if we had a visa for people who were looking for work and had willing sponsors, if if if. But we don't. There's no way for people in same-sex relationships to bring their partners into the country legally. And, when Emmy finds work here and gets a work visa, she'll only be able to stay in the country legally as long as her job lasts.

There is a chance, because she is trans and still legally male, that we can get her here on a fiance visa. A chance. But when it comes out that she is trans, it's likely that the visa would be denied. We could just get married and hope for the best, but it's the same situation. The visa would likely be denied, because it is the policy of the US Government to deny transgendered people the right to immigrate on a spousal visa. So, even if we got married legally (which we could in Louisiana, because Louisiana does not legally recognize transgendered people as their true gender until SSR has been preformed), we would still not be allowed to live together full-time in this country.

How is this fair? How is this even the slightest bit right? And it's so very easy to remedy. Legalize same-sex marriage at the federal level. Extend to all couples, regardless of gender, the legal right to marry. Immigration rights, insurance rights, visitation rights, adoption rights, full and complete equality under the law. If the genders of the people marry did not marry, Emmy and I could apply for a fiance visa and be certain it would be granted. We could know that our separation was not only temporary, it had a definate end date. It wouldn't keep me from crying, but it would help me to know when I could hold her again.
(((weeepsss like old hippie grandma)))))

This is the reason for marriage, people. Love made possible and given a chance, not impeded and made explicitly difficult at every turn. Souls brought together, not kept apart.
Love is patient, love is kind.
Love does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
Love is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Fluor Field at the West End, baseball stadium sign, home of Greenville (SC) Drive baseball team.


Does anyone know why YouTube sometimes says "embedding disabled by request"? Must be a pretty important person's request, I figure.

Also, why does it sometimes say "I'm sorry, this video no longer available" when you try to play certain previously-embedded videos? Obviously they don't care about the bloggers and the highfalutin social commentary we are providing to go with the videos, illuminating the far-out corners of Western Civ. Who is going to look up old 70s hit songs and explain the Freudian meanings, if not your humble bloggers? Harumph.

Anyway... the following video has gone through these permutations... I'd save it for a few days, then poof, it wouldn't play and would have vanished from the YouTube archives as well. It's been very hard to find the song, so I was thrilled to find it today. (I wish I'd had it at Halloween, so I could play it alongside HUMAN FLY.)

This is from waaaay back (1971) when songs were forced by radio censors to use oodles of euphemism. Virtually every line of this song has double, even triple meanings, and you just wonder how they got away with a line like "Evil grows in cracks and holes" without the record getting banned. No doubt, it's because of the presentation, which at first listen, sounds very bubblegum. Gotcha! Critic Kim Cooper writes: "The Partridge Family + The Manson Family = The Poppy Family"... even the name of the band wasn't what it seemed at first. They looked hippie-wholesome as the very dickens... yes, the same wholesome kids who took various strange acidhead detours in the late 60s/early 70s... wholesome, Canadian, fun-and-funky kids gone... well, if not exactly WRONG... then, you know, off. Yes, just off.

Some time later, the author of this song recorded one of the worst pop songs of all time, truly the fate of the damned. (Terry Jacks: Seasons in the Sun) But you know, we don't remember all of those bad Partridge Family songs they tortured us with, do we? No, we remember SEASONS IN THE SUN, it's badness is of a truly legendary nature. It's that touch of Manson that makes it morbid and weird.

And without further ado, WHERE EVIL GROWS - the Poppy Family


nezua said...

daisy, i'm sorry to hear about your health. hope it improves. :)

Anonymous said...

Yes - please feel better soon!

Anne said...

sorry to hear about your health woes...i can relate! getting older has been a real blast so far! ugh.

Amber Rhea said...

Take care of yourself, Daisy!

John Powers said...

There are good days and bad days. Hoping the good ones outnumber the bad ones. Be well.

I love how tenacious you are in argument. It's lovely to read your views at Feminist Critics.

Theology is a shiny object, such that my mind wandered off topic: "Centering the experience of women is part of the whole concept of women’s studies."

I'm curious whether you were raised in the Catholic Church, or whether you've also been imbued with some form of the Protestant tradition?

Anonymous said...

From one uppity chick to another, I hope you are on the fast track to good health. We need you in the fight!

ArrogantWorm said...

Take care of yourself! Also, 'Seasons in the Sun' is really, really depressing.

Anonymous said...

I may have to write another comment for the post itself--as it is, I got really caught up in your comments on the thread you linked to on that other blog--interweaving gynocentrism, the Holy Trinity, gnosticism, God's penis or lack thereof, misunderstood usages unique to the Southern American idiom, Catherine McKinnon...actually, I didn't get through quite all of it, but that much was pretty good....

Hope you're feeling better....

Anonymous said...

Will ya lose all respect for me if I say that, based on one listening to that song, I think I like the Poppy Family?

And, actually, Nirvana did a cool version of "Seasons in the Sun." Wasn't that written by Rod McEuen (sp?) (obviously, I'm feeling too lazy to google...).

Anonymous said...

I hope you feel better soon Daisy, take care of yourself

Daisy Deadhead said...

John: I'm curious whether you were raised in the Catholic Church, or whether you've also been imbued with some form of the Protestant tradition?

Not really, in and out. My parents didn't believe in much of anything. My grandmother, namesake of this blog, was raised in the Pilgrim Holiness sect, which accounts for my love of Pentecostalism. (It wasn't strictly Pentecostal, but in that general direction of "full sanctification.") I grew up hearing her talk about people "slain in the spirit", talking in tongues, etc. and she undoubtedly had a huge religious impact on me, as in all things. I also attended Baptist, Methodist, Lutheran, Church of Christ and United Brethren "Vacation Bible School" and Sunday Schools. (If anyone in my neighborhood asked me to go to their church, I always did.) I loved all of that stuff! :)

Daisy said...

I hope your health will be all better soon.

Anonymous said...

Feminist critics eh? You are a braver soul than I. Searching out the what about the mehnz crowd my blood pressure could not tolerate. As you know I recently had the most disgusting infestation on my blog and the idea of interacting with these woman hating trolls gives me a soaring headache. Good for you for having the patience to give them exactly what they are looking for.

Daisy Deadhead said...

I moved this from the Neil Young thread, where I thought it didn't belong.

It was posted by one AlekNovi, a poster at Feminist Critics, and he reposted it here for me to see. Since this thread references my ongoing involvement with Feminist Critics (rocks in my head, I believe the expression goes?) I moved the comment here.


Apologies for using your blog as a communication medium daisy, i'm just repasting from the feministcritic blog:

Ruddy: I was not talking about YOU... but comments in general.

I am telling daisy not to base her decisions based on comments, but based on blog owners. Its a thumb of rule for blogs.

Daisy - Wants to leave because she doesn't feel welcomed due to comments here, and perhaps yours'

Me - I tell her to not take commenters into consideration in her decision whether to leave or not.

I do not accept nor deny her interpretation of those comments. Her interpretation might be right, it might be wrong. She might be right in how she interprets your comments, or she might not. Its not for me to decide. I'm just reminding her that her interpretation of the commenters should not be a part of her leaving decision, but the site and mods' opinions.

Anyone can comment on a blog, and to identify every commenter with the blog is a bit too quick of a decision. I for one appreciate any feminist who is willing to participate in a discussion and want to see more of them.

November 12, 2008 8:32 PM

Anonymous said...


If they want more feminist participation then they should not be such woman hating trolls. I have been to the feminist critics blog and you can barely get a word in before one of the what about the mehnz crowd starts bashing. I say let them have their circle jerk.

queen emily said...

Yeah, I stopped arguing with those FC prats once I realised that everything was a circular argument back in "straight white men are more oppressed than EVERYONE." Gits.

Cute kitteh picture :)

Unknown said...

About the health situation, a good friend of mine says to me, "If you think the fifties are fun, wait till you see the sixties."

I hope your ailments are the passing kind.

Anonymous said...

That song is awesome!

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