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What a great example of James Sidanius’ nuanced theory of social dominance, which establishes a quadrant system to understand race, gender, and class hierarchy. In the image, by Robert Franks, we see the hierarchy of race in mid-century American (and some would argue the hierarchy continues today. Seated in the trolley care in New Orleans in order of the hierarchy is: a white man, a white womyn, a white male child, a white female child, a Black man, and seated in the last seat, a Black womyn. The quadrant theory of race and gender holds that white men have the privilege of race and gender, yielding a ++, white womyn have the privlege of race juxtaposed with the disempowerment of gender (+-), as do Black men (+-), while Black womyn experience the hierarchy as a double negative of race and gender (–). This photo seems to capture that hieararchy perfectly.
Robert Franks was a German-Jewish- American photographer who came to the United States and began his career. An exhibition of his work entitled, “The Americans,” is being shown at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I’m not very familiar with his work and am excited to check out the exhibit.
I’m so confused – how can a university not have a vibrant library culture? Could Alexandria been a center of learning without the care given to the library? I thought that a university, in large part, was the care of the knowledge it is steward of, protects, collects, and ultimately shares.
But according to Daniel Greenstein, vice provost for academic planning and programs in the University of California System, in a recent Inside Higher Ed article,” The university library of the future will be sparsely staffed, highly decentralized, and have a physical plant consisting of little more than special collections and study areas.”
Ok. We’re moving to new models of gathering, storing, and sharing information. Except, well, how does learning happen in a community then? Greenstein goes on to say,
“There are national discussions about how and to what extent we can begin to collaborate institutionally to share the cost of storing and managing books. That trend should keeping continuing as capital funding is scarce, as space constraints are severe, especially on urban campuses — and, frankly, as funding needs to flow into other aspects of the academic program.”
The article goes on to explain that under this system,
“individual university libraries would no longer have to curate their own archives in order to ensure the long-term viability of old texts, Greenstein said. “What is the proportion of a library budget that is just consumed by the care and cleaning of books?” he said. “It’s not a small number.”
If the university is no longer curating its own archives, then what precisely is its purpose? Why wouldn’t a university curate its collection – isn’t that a core piece to the university? To house knowledge – you know, the stuff we get in books and the internet and stuff. Why does Greenstein speak with such disdain of the “care and cleaning of books?”
Because books are less necessary than before, and we have other mediums, does that mean that we should dismiss them. What role does the library play in developing a space for an intellectual citizenry?
Reminds me of Mark Slouka‘s September article in Harper’s Magazine “Dehumanized: When math and science rule the school.” The language used by Greenstein, seems to echo what Slouka suggests about the value of certain disciplines – and whether those disciplines can be commodified. Slouka also discusses the insertion of business and consumption language (ROI -return on investment, outsources, decentralized, cost sharing, management of books) into education and what that means to how we value and think about learning – especially when it comes to the humanities.
I actually see the role of libraries and librarians increasing in importance and usefulness, because librarians are trained to dissect, catalogue and understand what information is most useful. In an information age, librarians and trained researchers become scholars in and of themselves, and offer an invaluable service.
So, have we all decided that sexist, revisionist plots and representations of womyn are back in style? Shame on ABC, their new show Eastwick, is a hot mess. The plot is similar to the film The Witches of Eastwick, but ABC’s version lacks the film’s subversion, great acting, and subtle social commentary. And to be clear, it’s not that the film was great, and not filled with problematic issues, but what ABC presented last night was a farce of empowerment for womyn; it was just degrading. From the production quality fo the show, to the acting, to the writing and plot, it was a disaster.
Which is a bit ridiculous, since the ABC Eastwick, hews to closely to the original movie’s plot – the womyn have martinis, the discussion of womyn’s lives, goals, dreams. But the television version lacks all sense of bite and self awareness on the part of womyn, which the original film was, or at least seemed, chock full of.
Perhaps Page Wiserson sums it up best in her review, when she says:
Rebecca Romijn, Jaime Ray Newman and Lindsey Price (“Lipstick Jungle”) aren’t stepping into the shoes of Cher, Susan Sarandon and Michelle Pfeiffer directly. Good move. Romijn’s new character is a fertility-goddess sculptor – I suppose the world needs those, too – who scandalizes the town with her younger lover (Matt Dallas of “Kyle XY”). Newman is a full-time working mom of many, many children, and Lindsay Price is relegated to writing “fluff” at the local newspaper.
Really? In the 22 years since the movie came out, women still haven’t figured out that they can leave their boorish husbands, or that they deserve equal treatment at work? Wait, it gets worse. When these three finally come together and find strength in friendship, what do they wish for?
A man, of course. Presumably to show them the way.
I’m not sure where the female-empowerment journey is going to go from the first episode, or if this is some sort of post-post-feminist irony I’m not picking up on. We will give them the benefit of the doubt. What really distracted me was that so many elements of the show reminded me of better entertainment.
Wiserson sums up my feelings precisely. Especially when she speaks of the lovely and uber-talented Sara Rue, here overlooked as a (gasp!) sidekick, when as Wiserson says, she should probably be a lead. With her perfect time, energy, and ability to work in ensemble while carrying a show, I’m surprised she wasn’t cast in a more prominent role.
And of course, we know there is no ethnic diversity in the show. Eastwick is probably a sundown town, anyway….
A hot mess.
Author Edwidge Danticat won the McArthur Genius award! The award grants the recipient $500,000 – with no strings attached. Danticat, a graduate of Brown University’s MFA program, is known for her elegant, poetic to the point of tears writing, and her commitment to capturing the lives and history of Haitians and Hatian-Americans. If you’ve never read anything written by Danticat, I highly recommend her work – particularly The Farming of the Bones, which is powerful and heart breaking. It is also a good book to read in tandem with Julia Alvarez’s In the Time of the Butterflies.
I am so happy, proud, and excited for Ms. Danticat. It is so wonderful to have her extraordinary talent recognized and rewarded. Danticat was on Michel Martin’s show “Tell Me More,” today talking about the award which such humility and grace. Check it out here. Her reading of her most recent book, Brother, I’m Dying, a memoir of life’s intersections, is a powerful experience and reminder about humans, the human condition, and how perceptions of difference are used to wound or are destructive.
And if you missed it, check out Michel Martin, getting us all straight about race. Her “Can I Just Tell You?” segment on Monday, was all types of on point.
Other winners of the McArthur Genius award include Mark Bradford, a visual artist “whose signature work takes the form of massively scaled, abstract collages that he assembles out of signage and other materials collected, most frequently, from his own neighborhood in south-central Los Angeles.” Learn more about all of the awardees here.
It took me a few screenings of this commercial, before I actually paid enough attention, not to simply change the channel when it was airing. Then last week, I took a moment and actually paid attention to the entire Westwood College commercial. Lo and behold, I noticed a bit of subliminal messaging in the commercial. Watch carefully at the womyn’s hair in the commercial as it progresses. Notice how as she progresses in her career, her hair becomes more “tame,” so that by the end of the commercial her hair is pulled back completely.
I can’t help looking at this and thinking of Chris Rock’s highly anticipated film, Good Hair, which is due out this October 23rd (nation-wide).
Westwood’s commercial and the now spoken, fascination with “Black” hair (as if other groups do not have thick nappy, “kinky” hair too – have we been to a Dominican salon lately? Hair type has variance within and across ethnic groups. And there are far more ethnic groups with hair like Black folks, than care to admit it, but I digress), has seen an altogether new light. It is being spoken of out loud. From Erin Aubry Kaplan’s recent piece in Salon to Jenee Desmond-Harris‘s piece in Time (having 3 names is finally in, yes!) the conversation about Black womyn’s hair has gone mainstream. In her article Kaplan says that, “Thanks mostly to the intense physical scrutiny of Michelle Obama, black hair is now a subject suitable for public consumption. Well, almost. For the last year, big media’s been creeping rather awkwardly up to that point and now seems ready to take words like “pressed” and “processed” out of the black vernacular and move them into a more permanently accessible cultural space; both Time and the New York Times Sunday Styles section recently ran sober pieces on the social history and multiple meanings of black hairstyles. Meanwhile, black people have been almost forced into a new mode of self-reflection about workaday rituals they assumed were of interest to no one but themselves.”
I’d argue that Black womyn’s hair taking center stage, isn’t just because of First Lady Michelle Obama. It also has a great deal to do with the fact that many Black female writers seem very comfortable writing about hair – opening the salon door, closet, window or whatever, into the reasons why hair matters in and out of the Black community, now that the First Lady is a Black womyn, we ourselves are grappling with, and at times, contributing to the fascination. In opening our hearts and war chests about experiences with hair (we all have the story of trauma around hearing our hair was “bad,” by others, it’s a rite of passage, especially if you were an “only one.” Mine involves a white friend saying she’d kill herself if she had hair like mine. But let’s all get over the personal narrative drama) there is also a feeding of the fascination with the Black body, that seems distance from a conversation about what Kaplan eruditely calls “the tyranny of beauty standards.” So many of these articles, in my opinion, manage to feature the trauma of Black womyn having to choose, conform, or be judged without a real feminist/womanist critique. Furthermore, that critique hasn’t really deconstructed the very tyranny that Kaplan mentions. Perhaps, though, that was left on the editor’s floor.
Truthfully, Kaplan’s entire article could have been about the skewed image we as people have of beauty because of colonialization and racism. Jenne Desmond Harris gets closer when she cites that hair type (color, texture, length) is closely associated with perceived sexual availability (as in Don Imus referring to “nappy-headed hos”). But neither marshall all the tools they could – calling on both feminist critiques and critical race theory to deconstruct myths of beauty, black hair, and racialized and gendered racism and sexism. Where is the intersectionality?
Just because there is a demand to know about black hair, does it mean we have to so publicly engage in the conversation, dissection and explication of black hair? Yes, there are questions about our hair, but do we have to answer all of them, and in such detail? Does the culture have to be so widely cracked open, that anyone can now ask me if I’m addicted to the “creamy crack?” We should understand by now, shouldn’t we, that fascination is shortly followed by brief dalliances with imitation and mockery, before it becomes full out co-optation, and is sharpened into a new and inventive tool for psychological trauma and oppressive behaviors. This kind of fascination is not useful, if it only serves to answer the curious, entitled, and sexualized questions of white Americans, who feel they need and now want in fact to know, the secret of black hair. Decades of diversity training, had given folks some hesitancy before asking, but now the fascination with the black body is being further normalized by the discussions of the “woe begone Black womyn, just trying to make her hair fit in.” There is something about this gaze and discussion that is pornographic in its delight in “seeing it spoken” as Foucault might say.
And what about the tougher questions to society: can womyn of color be accepted if we represent a different standard of beauty? Can a womyn of color, with thick, kinky or natural hair achieve success in the corporate business world or the ever more closely related beauty industry? Can a darker-skinned womyn of color with natural hair be considered beautiful? Can womyn of color, period, attain the access and success in the field they choose?
Certainly the Westwood commercial equates career success with tamed hair, not only for identifiable womyn of color, but ultimately for all womyn of color.
For both of the womyn of color, Westwood sends the message that in the professional arena, as in life, appearance, and what meaning society places on how you look, impacts your level of success. It’s interesting to note that the lighter skinned womyn’s coding as a person of color is not revealed until the end of the commercial when her slightly browner family is shown with her on graduation day. Westwood has spent money on their commercials, it is clear from the advertising that they have a laser tight focus on their target audience, and are branding higher education, for this perceived audience. Both of the commercials featuring womyn of color, are very different from the commercial featuring an identifiable white womyn, whose hair is not shown to be disheveled at any point in the commercial. While the womyn of color are making the move from working class or no jobs, in the commercial featuring the white womyn, it’s an issue of achieving higher status, not about getting in on the entry level; it’s about getting above the entry level to a high status and “important” role. In this subtle way skin privilege is telepathed – the protagonist in this video was already granted entry into the workforce at a level that her counterparts of color were not.
As Paul Mooney says in the Good Hair trailer, “when your hair is relaxed, white people are relaxed; when your hair is nappy, white folks are unhappy.” This cultural critique, delivered in a clever axiom, that ends up calling those with white privilege, to pause and reflect on how they view beauty and what that might mean about access, though delivered as a joke, has a delightful and biting truth to it. It goes beyond what might be misconstrued as a lament by Black womyn of not being considered beautiful and flips the tyranny on the culture – calling out the racism, possibility for internalized oppression, and racialized gender dynamics at work. Good Hair interests me, because I think it both shows the incidences of internalized oppression, while also showing womyn having frank conversations about their calculated choices, to dress and be how they feel comfortable, in a way that helps us “laugh to keep from crying,” while also highlighting and challenging the “$9 billion” black beauty industry.
I have mixed emotions about these articles. On the one hand, the challenges and conflicts they reference, are quite revealing. On the other hand they don’t often provide the canonical under girding that helps contextualize what exactly internalized oppression is, and where internalized oppression and choice break from one another. What is the cultural context of hair? And what if a womyn of color gets her hair relaxed, does the larger society now have a right to judge her, or question her politics? What does beauty mean? What is beauty – and why is it so desperately important for a womyn to possess it? Pretty privilege, y’all; know about it. The social construction and perception of beauty has very real impact, not only for womyn, womyn of color specifically, but also people with ability challenges, people of color, and a broad spectrum of people who do not fit into society’s boxes.
The bottom line is that in these conversations and articles, the authors, for the most part, are not teaching readers how to look, how to change or confront the tyrannical gaze, so that it gets expanded, become more inclusive, and can support pro-beauty of color aesthetic. What about explaining what the diversity of beauty among folks of color? What about showing or explaining how muscles, strength, a full body and curves, are often coveted in a way that white culture does not appreciate. What about talking about intraracial challenges around beauty – so we’re talking about hair and not colorism (check!) I could really wild out here and say something about whether Khloe Kardashian would be as appreciated by white men as she is by Lamar Odom, but you know that would just be wild….My point is that womyn of color, who now have the mic, to talk about the interest in black hair, might also take a moment to challenge normative beauty in language and with examples that also, from a womanist tradition, open the coversation and door for all folks excluded by the “tyranny of beauty.” Perhaps this might encourage all womyn to talk about how the race to be aesthetically appeasing, while a right for each individual, is sometimes also killing us (eating disorders, plastic surgery, botox, botox!) And how such a gendered dynamic brands our society’s desire into a commodified package that deconstructs sexual agency, rather than building sexual agency, identity, and true individual aesthetic appreciation. In other words, everyone things Paris Hilton is hot (side-eye) but can’t see what a beautiful womyn Nia Long is – our desire, when placed in the marketplace has been co-opted, so even the desire has been branded to be what the market wants – not what we individually might find attractive. Wait….my mind is popping out of place….
What are the very real consequences of not assimilating? What is different about the way womyn of color look at and conceptualize beauty – and what might the larger culture learn? What are the very real consequences of looking or seeming different? Will someone, as in the case of Caster Semenya, attempt to take your gold medal, when you don’t quite fit in?
While many Black female writers have written about black hair, I’ve seen far fewer pieces on the treatment of Caster Semenya and ideas about Black sexuality, athleticism, and appearance – and ultimately the comfort with our finappropriate gaze upon and desire to control and manipulate the Black body. Dorothy Roberts, author of Killing the Black Body, is sitting at someone’s computer about to write a kick-ass sequel based on all this mess. The treatment of Semenya echoes so loudly of Saartje Baartman (known as Venus Hottentot) that I have an ear ache. The investigation of her gender, the piercingly personal nature of the examination Semenya underwent to determine her gender/sex – two separate parts of identity, which the media and the international sports community have collapsed, resulting in the declaration that Semenya is intersexed, by a (suspect) medical body which violated the 18-year old’s most sacred right to privacy, by announcing to the world, something she herself probably did not know, is all astoundingly indicative of what can happen when the Black body, particularly the Black female body comes under the culturally panopticonic eye of mainstream culture. We can see how gender and race combine – when a Black womyn is successful, or even just existing she is often pressured, forced, coerced or pressured to conform to a standard of beauty that revolves around a certain kind of appearance.
We can see that in Caster’s presentation on the cover of You magazine, where her gender performance was heightened in order to quell the rumblings of her sex/gender (again conflated) identity. How does any womyn develop a healthy self-perception in this milieu? And of all the things we could be talking about in terms of Black identity or beauty, why are we stopping at hair? Why not push even further? Why aren’t Black female writers, writing more about what happened to Semenya? Why not, now that the mic is really on, push to not only highlight ways that the Black diasporic community can grow, but also the ways in which our cultural viewpoints can contribute to a healthier self-concept for many.
They have canceled “Reading Rainbow.” Why? Oh why? How can you cancel “Reading Rainbow?” According to The New York Times, the show was teaching the loveof reading as opposed to the hard reading skills of phonics. But as a friend pointed out, with video games, ipods, Wii, and all manner of entertainment, teaching young people phonics, isn’t necessarily going to encourage them to become life long readers. Besides, if you need to learn phonics and spelling you can look at “The Electric Company,” the two shows should be considered a pair.
Marian Wright Edelman has a quote, which paraphrased states that if you educate a population to be ignorant, eventually it will be. Ending great shows like “Reading Rainbow,” is helping to raise a generation without the critical reading skills, love of a good, non-reality show driven, story, that leads to real readers. I cannot even begin to say how special this show was to me. It not only taught me how to read – to understand plot, plot devices, and characters, but it also taught me how to discuss narrative, so that when it was time to write book reports in school, I understood the basic format necessary.
Some suggest its just a sign of the times, it had been on for nearly 30 years, not everything can last forever – and that’s a very real point. I just can’t help feeling a real sadness at seeing this show, which formed so much of my love of reading, disappear.