Readers’ wildlife photos

November 15, 2017 • 7:45 am

I suspect this will be the last RWP post until Tuesday of next week—unless somebody sends me photos from tomorrow till Monday (I leave my photo folder on my office computer). And today we have cranes photographed by reader Karen Bartelt, whose notes and IDs are indented:

In October my husband and I visited the International Crane Foundation in Baraboo, WI.  This could be dismissed as just a “crane zoo”, but the foundation does important work, not only bringing wild whooping cranes back from the brink of extinction (down to 22 when I was a kid to over 600 today) but also working to ensure wetland habitat preservation in Africa and Asia.  All 15 species of cranes are on site.  Here is a selection of some of the cranes.  In a separate submission, I’ll send photos of the wild cranes we saw later on in Wisconsin.

Grey-crowned cranes (Balearica regulorum) from southern and eastern Africa.  This particular crane imprinted on humans, and was especially fond of Asian men, as her first caretaker was of Japanese descent, or so they said.

Black-crowned crane (Balearica pavonina); south of the Sahara from the Atlantic to the upper Nile.
Blue cranes (Grus paradisea); southern Africa.
Sarus crane (Antigone antigone); India, SE Asia, and Australia.  Nonmigratory.
White-naped crane (Antigone vipio);  one population breeds in Mongolia and northern China and winters in southern China.  A second population breeds in NE China, and some winter in Japan, but some actually winter in the Korean DMZ.  You can read more here.
My personal favorite, the Wattled crane (Grus carunculata); Ethiopia and southern Africa.

Wednesday: Hili dialogue

November 15, 2017 • 6:45 am

It’s Wednesday, November 15 and we’re already almost halfway thorough the month. Tomorrow I’m off to Mexico, so here’s a farewell song from JT, performed in 1979 with Lee Sklar (aka Mr. Natural) on bass:

It’s National Raisin Bran Day (a cereal I don’t mind), and The King’s Feast: a holiday in Belgium. As we approach the end of the year, it seems as if famous events, as well as births and deaths, grow sparser. I have no explanation except that people don’t want to do stuff when it’s cold, but births that occurred in November would have reflected activity in February.

On this day in 1533, Francisco Pizarro arrived in Cuzco, then the capital of the Inca Empire. In a battle the next day, Pizarro defeated the Incan army. On this day in 1864, Union General William Tecumseh Sherman began his famous and destructive March to the Sea, ending in Savannah on December 21. I heard this morning that NPR will do a piece on the March today.  On November 15, 1943, Heinrich Himmler decided to start putting Gypsies (Romanis) into the concentration camps, treating them like the Jews.  While everyone know the figure “6 million killed,” that reflects only the Jews exterminated in the Holocaust. If you include everyone else, it nearly doubles. Here are some estimates of those killed taken from Wikipedia:

On this day in 1949, two of the plotters in the assassination of Mahatma Gandhi, Nathuram Godse and Narayan Apte were executed by hanging. Exactly ten years later, Richard Hickock and Perry Smith murdered four members of the Clutter Family in Holcomb, Kansas, giving rise to Truman Capote’s deservedly famous book In Cold Blood(This is a PCC[E] Book Recommendation.) Finally, on this day in 1988, the Palestinian National Council proclaimed the existence of an independent State of Palestine.

Notables born on this day include William Pitt (1708), William Herschel (1738), Marianne Moore and Georgia O’Keeffe (both 1887), Ed Asner (1929), Petula Clark (1932), Sophisticated Theologian™ and Sophist Alvin Plantinga (1932), and Daniel Barenboim (1942). Here’s a picture of O’Keeffe with her moggie (for some reason, artists tend to favor Siamese cats):

Those who fell asleep on this day include Johannes Kepler (1630), Émile Durkheim (1917), Lionel Barryore (1954), Tyrone Power (1958), Margaret Mead (1978) and Stokley Carmichael (1998).

Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili at last utters something we can understand:

Hili: The expedition to the river is cancelled pending further notice.
A: Why?
Hili: I’ve forgotten to eat my breakfast.
 In Polish:
Hili: Odraczam wyprawę nad rzekę.
Ja: Dlaczego?
Hili: Zapomniałam zjeść śniadanie.
Here are a few tweets stolen from Heather Hastie:
For all progressives it’s a day to celebrate in Australia, for a national referendum on same-sex marriage gave a resounding 61.6% of people in favor, with only 38.5 opposed.  Here are the results broken down by electorate; perhaps a reader can explain that light blue patch in the northeast:

This reminds me of my parents:

And two cat tweets, beginning with an Eyebrowed Cat:

https://twitter.com/planetepics/status/930631495768735745

Is this interspecies appropriation?

https://twitter.com/AwwwwCats/status/930605555286200320

Predation by a modern theropod

November 14, 2017 • 3:15 pm

I’m pretty sure I put this up before, but if you’ve seen it, just take a pass.

I’m told by a chicken owner that this kind of behavior is not at all uncommon, and that the speed with which this pullet chases down her prey is also typical. But OY!

One more for the road: the impossibility of raising a non-sexist male

November 14, 2017 • 2:30 pm

From PuffHo, which is converging with Everyday Feminism (click on the screenshot to see)

I’ll just give quotes:

Of course, we all want to raise feminist sons. I wrote an article a few months ago detailing the ways I try to do just that. But my efforts are starting to seem like grains of sand against a steady wave-crash of misogyny and rape culture.

In my previous article, I wrote, “In my sweat-soaked, sit-straight-up-in-bed feminist nightmares, I can imagine a future in which my own spawn makes some woman feel as voiceless as the boys in my high school once did, a world in which he blithely argues against the existence of male privilege and shit-talks the latest all-female remake on Twitter.“  Lately, I can imagine it even more clearly.

and

Children never fully belong to their parents. I started losing mine to the world of men years ago. My voice is strong, but what chance does it have against the chorus of voices ready to drown me out every time he steps out the front door or turns on the TV? Being told to “raise a good man” is starting to feel like the devil is telling me to keep cool while steadily raising the thermostat in hell.

and the kicker (my emphasis):

Worse, when I look around at the adult men I know, I’m not sure exactly who I’m supposed to be raising him to emulate. Even the men whom I love and trust seem tied up in knots about this gender business ― one gets the impression they are constantly fighting against their instincts, carefully choosing their words while I carefully arrange my face to receive them so that we can all feel good about remaining friends. To be intimate with these men is to always be waiting, a little, for the microaggression that may or may not come.

The author seems to believe that there really aren’t any good men out there. But if she can find one—just one—that’s who she should use as a role model. I guess most of us don’t qualify.

She hasn’t considered that perhaps she’s looking for offense or, worse, wanting it so she can confirm her biases.

It’s not, of course, that I object to a woman trying to raise a non-sexist son. That’s a great thing to do. It’s that Ms. McCombs sees all men as sexists, and so has no good goal for her childrearing. Chalk one up for #YesAllMen.  The attitude that all men are misogynists, with the “good ones” simply better at hiding it is, of course, sexism.

I had a pumpkin spice latte!

November 14, 2017 • 1:15 pm

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned. Twice. I had a drink I’d never have normally, as it’s overpriced, calorific, and not very good. Also, I engaged in what at least one author says is an act of white privilege. I refer to consuming a Starbuck’s pumpkin spice latte, which was one of the subjects of a new paper in the journal GeoHumanities called: “The perilous whiteness of pumpkins”. (I wrote about it here.) This paradigm of sociological investigation found that pumpkins and their consumption and celebration are actually pretty close to Nazism. I quote from the paper (my emphasis):

Starbucks introduced the pumpkin spice latte (PSL) in 2003. The company claimed sales of more than 200 million by the start of PSL’s tenth season, noting that fans had established it as “the company’s most popular seasonal beverage of all time” (Starbucks 2013). Although the PSL was celebrated as a company and cultural success in 2013, one year later it was firmly hitched to discussions of white female identity and consumerism as both a dismissive, racially coded slur and a rallying counterpoint.

. . . But why did PSLs become the symbol of basic white girlness? Why did they stick even more than UGGs, yoga pants, or scented candles? The context and composition of the PSL might be revealing. Prior to fall 2015, PSLs did not actually contain pumpkin. Luxury items, they cost far more than plain cups of coffee, yet do not provide tangible extra nutrition other than that in milk. Actual pumpkins, in contrast, contribute vitamin A, beta-carotenoids, fiber, and potassium (Savoie and Hedstrom 2008).”

. . . Extending Simon’s frame to pumpkins and race, the excesses of calories, profligate sweetness, whipped cream, and heady aroma position them solidly as luxury items. PSLs are quintessential “postneed” uses of pumpkin. We no longer need to consume pumpkins for caloric subsistence. Instead, we demonstrate consumer savvy and gleeful excess by choosing the particular comforts of status-demonstrating Starbucks PSLs. In fact, had they significant actual pumpkin, had they strong associations with healthy vegetables or vitamins, PSLs would fail these consumers.”

. . . The status symbol is not any over-the-top caloric, sweet drink, nor does it come from just any place. Starbucks PSLs are products of coffee shop culture, with its gendered and racial codes.

Oy!

But my purchase came about like this. The drink is fantastically popular, but it’s expensive, and since I have my own quality espresso machine, I almost never patronize places like Starbucks. But about six months ago I found a Starbuck’s plastic token on the street which looked as if it was good for purchasing Starbuck’s products. When I was downtown today, and saw no line at Starbuck’s, I asked the cashier at if it had any value. She swiped it, said, “Yes”, and informed me that it was worth about $7.

I therefore had the wherewithal to purchase one of these drinks, which I did out of curiosity. It was pricey: $5.85! Note my plastic cup-shaped card, which contained the money for my drink. It’s almost maxed out now.

Did I like it? Well, at 8 a.m. it provided a comforting amount of fat and sugar: 380 calories—twice the calories as a slice of pumpkin pie itself. The first quarter of the drink was okay, as it was mostly whipped cream and tasted like a pumpkin pie. But then the spices became cloying, tasting almost artificial or chemical, and the drink became merely tolerable. It was way too sweet, and I wonder why this highly sugared drink was exempt from Cook County’s soda tax (which, mercifully, goes away on December 1).

I won’t get one of these again, as the taste isn’t good enough to justify the high price. I’m still curious, though, about the peppermint mocha latte, another favorite of many people, but I’ll have to find another plastic card. . . .

Everyday Feminism: All men should be seen as potentially dangerous and violent

November 14, 2017 • 11:30 am

As we learned from yesterday’s New York Times op-ed by Ekow N. Yankah, at least one African-American (and probably more) is teaching his kids not to befriend white people, for whites could instantiate the racism of Donald Trump, and, well, you just never know.  Today we learn the same thing, but for men.

What is happening is that Regressive Leftism, as people have pointed out before, is becoming like Christianity in one way: it views certain people as afflicted with an Original Sin acquired not through their actions, but by the unavoidable circumstances of their birth.  For Christians it’s just being a mammal of the species Homo sapiens, while for Regressives it’s being white and male: a double pox.  And if you think that, in light of the multifarious accusations of sexual harassment, you, a male, are off the hook because you’ve never engaged in sexual harassment, rape, groping, or masturbation in front of unwilling women, think again. While those actions, and probably most of those accused, are guilty and reprehensible, even if you think you’re clean you’re still guilty. Guilty of being white, as Yankah claimed, and now guilty of being male, as this article from Everyday Feminism claims (click on screenshot to see it):

Yes, it is indeed all men—and by that they mean this: all men are agents of the Patriarchy, and potential predators as well. Granted authors,  and  say that some of their best friends are men, just as Yankah said there are white people he befriended:

There are men that we love very much – men around whom we feel mostly safe and unthreatened; men who, in fact, support, respect, and take care of us on familial, platonic, romantic, and sexual levels. Not every man has violated us individually; for most of us, there are plenty of men that we trust.

We know what you mean by “not all men” – because on a basic level, we agree with you.

But there’s a caveat, for even the “good” men not only are potential predators and sexists, but need therapy or training to escape that mindset.  Here’s the “J’Accuse” (the emphasis is theirs):

But the socialization of men is such that even a good man – a supportive man, a respectful man, a trusted man – has within him the potential for violence and harm because these behaviors are normalized through patriarchy.

And as such, we know that even the men that we love, never mind random men who we don’t know, have the potential to be dangerous. Surely, all people have that potential. But in a world divided into the oppressed and the oppressors, the former learn to fear the latter as a defense mechanism.

So when you enter a space – any space – as a man, you carry with yourself the threat of harm.

. . . But what makes (yes) all men potentially unsafe – what makes (yes) all men suspect in the eyes of feminism – is the normalized violating behaviors that they’ve learned, which they then perform uncritically.

Make no mistake: When you use the phrase “not all men” – or otherwise buy into the myth of it – you’re giving yourself and others a pass to continue performing the socially sanctioned violence of “masculinity” without consequence, whether or not that’s your intention.

In truth, the only thing approaching defiance against this kind of violence is to constantly check and question your own learned entitlement – and that of other men. But you can’t do that if you’re stuck in the space of believing that “not all men” is a valid argument.

I guess it’s not good enough to say that you’re trying hard to be a good “ally” to women, and to examine your behavior to ensure that you treat the genders as equals, as I think most of us do. No, you have to admit that you bear the Stain of Toxic Maculinity (and Toxic Whiteness) and then labor mightily to expunge it. As the article says:

So we wanted to call you in, well-meaning men, to talk about these four points that you’re missing when you claim “not all men” as a way to eschew responsibility for patriarchal oppression.

Because it is all men, actually. And here’s why.

Here are the four reasons we’re all guilty, and why women should look at us side-eyed, and forever (EF’s text is indented; mine is flush left):

1.) All Men Are Socialized Under (And Benefit From) Patriarchy.

Because here’s how it works, my friends: Living in the United States, every single one of us is socialized under patriarchy – a system in which men hold more power than other a/genders, in both everyday and institutionalized ways, therefore systematically disadvantaging anyone who isn’t a man on the axis of gender. As such, we all (all of us!) grow up to believe, and therefore enact, certain gendered messaging.

For people who aren’t men, this means that we’re socialized to feel less-than and to acquiesce to the needs of the men in our lives. And this doesn’t have to be explicit to be true.

When we find it difficult to say no to our male bosses when we’re asked to take on another project that we don’t have the time for, or to our male partners when they’re asking for emotional labor from us that we’re energetically incapable of, it’s not because we actively think, “Well, Jim is a man, and as a not-man, I can’t say no to him.”

And all men are at least passively complicit in this patriarchal system that rewards male entitlement. We see it every single day.

This is regressive in the sense that while it argues that sexism is widespread, and I think it is, it also claims that women have all been victimized by it to the point that they have become passive Stepford Wives. It’s regressive because statements like this don’t empower women, but disempower them, infantilizing them to the point where their passivity is entirely the fault of men. This is the exact antithesis of First and Second Wave feminism.  Yes, there is truth to some women being beaten down by sexism, but the cure for that is not just to write articles blaming men, but call them out when they treat you like that. In other words, the authors assert that the cure lies solely with men, which ignores the fact that every group that has ever attained equal rights in the face of bigotry has demanded those rights, not just blamed the Other Side for its behavior and expected to be handed equality.

2.)  All Violations (Big and Small) Are Part of the Same Violent System.  Apparently even asking a woman out, and feeling bad when you’re rejected, counts as Patriarchal Violence (my emphasis):

Picture this: A well-meaning man offers a woman a compliment at a bar. He has no sinister motive, and he is – after all – in an appropriate setting for flirting.

When the woman rebuffs him for whatever reason (she’s in a relationship, she’s not into men, she’s just not interested), the man feels snubbed – because he was polite and respectful, but not rewarded for it.

. . . . After all, men know that being gentlemanly is the “right” way to “get” women, and therefore expect on some level to be rewarded for that good behavior. But if that sentiment drives some of his disappointment, then that’s a sense of entitlement, however small.

Such a man isn’t an outright abuser. But his learned entitlement makes him potentially unsafe for women to be around. And it’s hard to see that sense of entitlement from the inside, let alone question it or start to break it down.

I have no words for this accusation. To say that a disappointed and rejected male is “entitled” and “potentially unsafe for women to be around” is to say that all men are unsafe to be around, for all of us have been rejected and felt bad about it And that, of course, is the point of this article: to make all women fear all men.

3.) The Impact of Your Actions Is More Significant Than the Intent. My emphasis below:

Cool. You didn’t mean to contribute to the objectification of queer women when you made that lesbian porn joke. Perhaps you even think that you’re so “enlightened” as a “feminist man” that we should just know that you “didn’t mean it like that.” In fact, maybe you even think that you were being “subversive” when you said it. Okay.

But from a woman’s perspective, that doesn’t matter, because we still have to feel the effects of that mindset every single day – and your bringing that to the foreground has a negative impact on us, no matter what the hell your intent was.

Many men don’t do hurtful things maliciously. They may be doing them subconsciously, adhering to the ways in which they’ve been taught to behave, as all of us do.

Other men, of course, are intentionally violent. But the effects of both can be incredibly damaging.

Surely, we’re less likely to harbor resentment towards someone who stepped on our toes accidentally than we are towards someone who stomped on them with malevolence – especially when accountability is had and an apology is issued. But our goddamn toes still hurt.

To a gender minority, there’s very little difference between the impact of inadvertent and intentional harm. A man who makes you feel unsafe by accident is as harmful to you as one who does it on purpose.

Again, a mindset like this is incapable of discriminating against an unthinking, sexist remark and a sexual violence, just like it’s incapable of seeing a difference between touching someone’s shoulder without permission and a violent rape (both count as “bad behavior”, but they’re just not the same, morally or legally). To lump together all forms of sexism—even “microaggressions” that may not even be sexist—as “violence” is another way to infantilize and victimize women. Again, I emphasize that no woman should be subject to unwanted attention (save, perhaps, being asked out by someone who gracefully accepts rejection), but to equate a lesbian porn joke with intentional physical or sexual violence is not only mistaken, but actually eliminates the chance to reduce sexism. A sexist joke can be called out, and perhaps the joker taught a lesson, but a man who sexually assaults a women needs far more drastic intervention.

4.) The Depth of Work to Be Done Is Avoided By Most Men.  As a professor, I interacted with male and female students (perhaps some transgender people as well, but I never knew), and, especially in graduate courses, constantly assessed whether I was ensuring that the women were treated as equals and their achievements appreciated. Did I prevent them from being talked over by men? (Yes, this happens.) Did I ensure that a woman with a good idea got credit for that idea, rather than the man who affirmed if immediately afterwards? (Yes, this happens, too.) I suspect that many of us do this kind of stuff, making a conscious effort to treat women as professional and moral equals, which is the right thing to do. But that’s not enough, not for the Everyday Feminists (their emphasis):

We want to trust that your good intentions will lead to positive actions, we do. But here’s what we need you to understand before that can possibly happen: What you’re asking us to accept from you will take a hell of a lot of work on your part – and we’ve seen over and over again that many self-proclaimed “allies” just aren’t willing to do it.

Being a “safe” man – hell, being a feminist man – is more than just believing yourself to be and collecting accolades from others about the minimal work that you’re doing not to be an asshole.

Doing the work means really doing the work – getting your hands dirty (and potentially having an existential crisis in the process).

But what do we do? Apparently spend much of our lives micromanaging our behavior exactly the way the authors want:

Hint: You are “like that” – especially if you’re not actively fighting patriarchy. And claiming that you’re “not like that” doesn’t negate patriarchy – it enforces it.

Fighting learned male entitlement means assuming the burden of vigilance – watching not just yourself, but other men. It means being open to having your motives questioned, even when they’re pure. It means knowing you’re not always as pure as you think.

It means assessing the harm you’re capable of causing, and then being proactive in mitigating it.

Most of all, it’s a conscious decision to view every individual’s humanity as something exactly as valuable and inviolable as your own.

And it means doing it every single moment of your life. Point blank, period.

We have to monitor not just ourselves, but all other men, and do it every single moment of our lives? But what about other progressive issues? Will we still have time for those?

What we see her is pure entitlement: “My problems are the most important, and you’d bloody well spend all your time pondering them and fixing them.” This is very close to Catholic Original Sin, and to the demand, like Catholics hear, that one admit that one is tainted and then beg for confession and an absolution that, apparently, comes more easily from God than from feminism.

Although Everyday Feminism is an over-the-top site to me, it’s not that far removed from Leftist Feminism, and I wrote this post because the women who write stuff like the above may well be our future leaders. Surely all of us want a world where women are afforded equal respect, dignity, and opportunity. But I’m not sure I want a world in which women are taught that all men are potential predators, that the solution lies only in men, that there are no “good” men, and that the onus of fixing sexism is not discussion and demonstrations, but men’s acceptance of the accusation that we are tainted and better spend the rest of our lives accepting it and fixing it.

And after you’ve worked on your toxic masculinity, you can take Everyday Feminism‘s “Healing from Toxic Whiteness” course. Click on the screenshot below to sign up; it costs only $97:

Television refuses to air pastor’s restoration of a believer’s tumescence—and its consequences

November 14, 2017 • 8:00 am

Talk about the secularism of the media: here’s an example of a television station refusing to air an honest-go-God miracle, one reported in the story below (click on the screenshot) as well as at many other sites (e.g., here and here):

The pastor is Paseka Motsoeneng (born 1968), also known as “Prophet PFP Motsoeneng” or “Prophet Mboro”, a South African televangelist associated with Incredible Happenings Ministries in Katlehong, near Johannesburg.

The Prophet is known for his “miracle cures”, which sometimes stray into the realm of the salacious:

The newspaper reported that thousands of people had attended his service in Katlehong last week to witness his miraculous demon-banishing service which “resembled a porn movie”, rather than a religious service.

The self-styled prophet Motsoeneng put his fingers into the vaginas of two female congregants as part of a ritual to expel the demons that had allegedly possessed them.

Motsoeneng’s unorthodox demon-banishing methods, which may constitute indecent assault, alarmed other miracle-seekers who attended.

Sitting on the lap of a 17-year-old girl, Motsoeneng placed his hand on her head, and started praying for her.

Motsoeneng told the congregants her tummy had swelled up because some sorcerers had cast an evil spell on her.

As he was praying for her she collapsed. Motsoeneng then told the teenager to open her legs, which she did.

He then plunged his fingers into her vagina.

Well, that would be sexual assault in the U.S., but nothing happened to the pastor, who (unsurprisingly) lives quite well and drives fancy sports cars.

The latest antic, however, involves Motsoeneng “curing” a couple whose sex life was unsatisfactory as the husband suffered from erectile dysfunction.  As News@Last reports, the Prophet placed “hands” on the afflicted parts, cured the man, and he and his wife demonstrated the miracle:

[Prophet] Mboro confirmed that Joseph Chabangu and his wife Thabisile shocked him and his crew when they made love in front of them after he helped them regain their libido.

“Thabisile came to church a while ago and complained that although she was blessed with three children and recently got a promotion at work, she was sex-starved because her husband suffered from erectile dysfunction,” he said.

Mboro said Thabisile suspected that jealous people might have conjured up an evil spirit or cast a bad spell in their bedroom. “I went there and entered their bedroom and asked them to put their hands on their private parts. After that I prayed for them and the husband immediately regained his erection,” he said.

Mboro said he asked the couple, who was seated on the bed, to get under the sheets so he and his crew could film their “testimony” for the TV show.

. . . Mboro said they filmed the couple giving its “testimony” but blurred the part where their hands were playing with their private parts.

But, as the headline above reports, Soweto TV refused to air the sex act as “proof” of the Prophet’s power, and he’s kvetching big time:

Pastor Mboro has blurred out the sex for his TV show and claims the testimony of the couple is no more pornographic than other programs on the station. ‘Every weekend we watch movies which have episodes where people are shown having sex. Here there is no sex but they can’t show it. They have not shown two of my shows as a result of this dispute.’

‘My only concern is that I want the testimony to be aired. I told the camera crew to blur out the couple having sex but it is important that they (the couple) have the right to share their testimony.’

And, of course, to further enrich Mboro. Imagine the people who will come flocking to him, bearing donations, when they get wind of a man whose one-time ministrations permanently replace Viagra! Unsurprisingly, there’s far more than miracles involved here, for they’re connected to money—Mboro’s money. He’s a millionaire, importunes his congregation to give him dosh as a birthday present, and loves his fancy cars. Here he is in one; can anybody recognize the model?

Picture: Nhlanhla Phillips

You can see one of his houses in this article (he has four!) This is the one where he lives with his wife:

Apparently, miracle cures and invading women’s “biscuits” (his name for vaginas) has been a lucrative business. But this is just one of many Christian pastors who enrich themselves by at the expense their congregations. And it’s not, of course, limited to Africa.

Didn’t Jesus say something about the virtues of poverty?

h/t: Barry