Some days it’s harder to concentrate on work than others. Especially those days when the book in my bag is calling to me. “Reeeeeaaaaad meeeeee! Reeeeeeeaaaad meeeeee! Yooooouuu caaaaaaaan taaaaaaaake aaaaaaa breeeeaaaaak!”
Genderisation
There has been a Panorama programme about sexual bullying (or, rather, sexual harassment) in schools, involving shockingly young children as the perpetrators. Several of the blogs I read have commented or linked, and you can read more here and here, to start with.
I think I’ll refrain from commenting much, at least for the time being (in fact the subject is almost too depressing for words, though that’s hardly constructive), but Naomi’s comment on Abby’s post highlights a related issue that’s increasingly relevant to me in my daily parenting, and which really annoys me no end. To quote:
In cartoons, an animated animal is male by default. A male sheep, say, will look roughly like a sheep, but with whatever human charateristics their particular character has. A male animated dog reading a newpaper and listening to the radio is simply a dog reading a newpaper and listening to the radio.
Female animated characters, on the other hand, have bigger eyes, longer eye-lashes, an hour-glass figure, a wiggly walk and so on, not to mention make-up (which those cartoons in which their male counterparts do not even wear clothes).
These female characters are often brought in to an otherwise all-male (i.e. all just pigs and rabbits and things) cast when the storyline requires one of the characters to fall in love, or to be almost distracted away from some world-saving task by the batting of those log eyelashes …
This puts across the following messages, and more, to children:
1. Male is the default; female is exceptional.
2. ‘Feminine’ appearance is universal and natural for females of any species.
3. The anatomical differences between males and females of any species are much, much greater than they really are.
4. The role of the female is sexual, and is defined in relation to the male.
5. The male is the agent, the female is the object of his attention.
And so on.
And it’s not only cartoons. A while back someone asked the participants at Tett inntil for tips on which boxes to look for to find “female Lego Duplo figurines”, excluding the rather tacky princess series. As a responsible parent, she wanted female role models for her daughters, police women or firewomen and similar. My question was: Well, how can you tell that they are not female? Most Duplo figurines are “degenderised”, they have eyes, nose and mouth, as do, to my knowledge, both men and women. Only the princesses have skirts. A few have beards, they can be assumed to be men (though I have heard of bearded ladies).
This feeds directly into the argument Naomi is presenting: “Male is the default; female is exceptional.” Because, of course, there ARE female Duplo figurines – apart from the princesses. We have one from the Zoo set at home, she has longer eyelashes and a ponytail, and a more, well, made up look in general (defined lips and so on). However, most female zoo-keepers I’ve seen don’t look like that. Granted, some of them have long hair, and would naturally wear it up while at work to prevent it from getting in the way, but then, so do quite a few male keepers… And would you really put on make-up to go clean out the elephants’ cage? So why do we assume – because of course we do – that the un made-up Duplo zoo-keeper with the sensible haircut is male?
On language and such puzzling things
The local bus company has finally got its act together – in cooperation with the other companies running public transport in Trøndelag – and issued electronic passes. I’ve been using mine since the start (July last year, if I’m not mistaken) and it’s mostly problem free*, and all in all a great development.
However, the posters advertising the system on the buses: Not so great. They read: “Nå kan du reise elektronisk i hele Trøndelag.” (You can now travel electronically in the whole of Trøndelag.) Yes, well, all fine and dandy, but how do you “travel electronically”? Sounds like teleportation to me, and if they have invented working teleportation, why is there a complete mess when the weather turns unfriendly (like it has over the last few days)? Yesterday it took me almost an hour and a half to get home, despite the buses (for once) corresponding in the centre of town. Teleportation would have been a great improvement.
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* Well, except for one thing: If there is a problem with your renewal/payment and the card registers “no travel product available” when you scan it on the bus, you have to pay the normal ticket prize (bloody expensive, too). I suppose you migth be able to get a refund, but that would involve standing in line at the office in town, and the tickets are not THAT expensive. And with the old cards you paid, got a sticker on the card and were good to go, now there is a 24 wait before you’re guaranteed that the card system has registered the renewal, which, if you’re ever so slightly scatterbrained (*puts up hand*), is a problem.
8/365
The lass is two today. I have no idea how this happened.
There is a picture, but it’s friends and family only, if you’re registered as such on Flickr you can see it here, if you’re not, but would like to be, get in touch (firstname or nick @ domain name works, or leave a comment).
Also, it’s Elvis’ birthday.
7/365
My grandfather died last night. He reached the respectable age of 93 and he’s been quite ill for some time, he had prostate cancer and only a few days ago they found it had spread to the skeleton. So it was hardly unexpected, but there is sadness obviously. Though in many ways I’ve already mourned the man he used to be, it’s been years since he was anything like the grandfather I used to know who’d take me walking in the woods near his house and convince me that Colargol lived there. So more than sadness, there is a sort of emptiness, someone who’s been part of my life “for ever and ever” is no longer here, and there is relief – for his sake, because he really wasn’t very well towards the end and I think he was ready to go on to whatever comes next, and for myself, because I had a constant guilty concience about not visiting often enough – and there is guilt at feeling relief.
And then there is joy and excitement, because tomorrow it will be all of two years since the lass arrived in our lives, and it is really very difficult to feel sad. Life is a very mixed-up sort of business.
But I rather thought a church was appropriate today. This is Vår Frue Kirke, one of my favourite churches, still lit by the Christmas lights in the trees. At Christmas the church became Norway’s first 24 hour open church, if you’re in Trondheim and need someone to talk to or somewhere to sit quietly for a while, this is the place. A noteworthy, and praiseworthy, initiative.






