Tuesday, June 16, 2026

Gender Wars

I was reading Fraser Sherman's post about how men enforce masculinity, or rather toxic masculinity. It led me to thinking about how a certain kind of conservative views gender -- specifically, that there is only one correct way to perform a given gender. 

I was thinking of a specific conservative I know, who said if their daughter put makeup on their son (the daughter was about five, the son about three) the makeup would be in the trash and both kids would get 'whooped,' to use their language.

Why such an over-reaction to normal play on the part of their kids? Especially since -- according to that kind of conservative -- gender is natural and fixed? If you can't change someone's gender, why do we need to terrorize children into performing their gender properly?

Sherman says this:

As I’ve discussed earlier, part of this is the toxic-masculine insistence that there’s only one way to be a man. Because if there are alternatives, then that concept of manhood — it doesn’t matter if we’re toxic, we’re guys, we can’t help it! — becomes invalid.

That's what's going on, I think. This sort of person has been, themselves, abused into performing gender this one specific way. They've been damaged. They have had a neurosis installed in them by their society or their family or both. This neurosis, this damage, has left them terrified of gender not being performed in one specific way. 

What are they doing about this damage? Well, they're damaging their children in exactly the same way. Anything else is just too frightening for them.

It's why they insist on trying to compel everyone else to damage their children as well: because if anyone is performing gender in a way that doesn't match the "right" way, then they are reminded of their own damage. Maybe they are even forced to notice how they're damaging their children. Guilt and terror follow.

Sherman also points out that not being a specific sort of masculine -- or a specific sort of feminine -- terrifies them because they don't have an identity outside of that specific gender. What are they, if they aren't "man" or "woman"? They can't just be a human. They can't just be some self not defined by other people. The neurosis doesn't let them be that. 

For example: it doesn't bother me that other people perform gender some way I don't. Like, some people wear makeup and have their nails done. Some people wear their hair long or short. Some people wear skirts and some have earrings. Some people modify their bodies with plastic surgery. Some people spend their lives having kids, and some spend their lives at beauty pageants. I don't do any of that, but why would I care if other people do? I'd have to be neurotic to care about that.

I should feel sorry for the damaged people, I suppose. 

But I don't. When you're damaged, the way to react is to that damage is to seek therapy, or whatever else you need to do, to heal your own trauma. 

The thing not to do? Damage others in a vain attempt to make yourself feel better.





Monday, June 15, 2026

Raeburn Miller

I was browsing the blog and came across this post I wrote 20 years ago now.

Part of it is about assessment in academic classes, and part of it is about Raeburn Miller, who had enormous influence on my life.

He died in 1990, I see from the internet. I was wondering if anyone else remembers him? A good poet and a great teacher. 

World Events

I haven't really been paying attention to the news for the past week or so, because I needed a break. It's been so depressing. But apparently Trump is turning the White House into a trailer park. And God is reacting by sending algae and giant storms and killing heat.

Also he's won the Iran War yet again. This makes like eleven times, doesn't it?

Also some sort of important sports event happened in New York.

In other news, I have reached the point in my piano lessons where I am introduced to sharps and I've got blisters on my thumbs because the way I hit Middle C (with both of them) hits right at the juncture of nail and flesh.

 


Sunday, June 14, 2026

Fig Season!

It's fig season again!


(In the background, the teapot my kid bought me, which looks like the Frog King)

Wait, I AM an Adult

I just re-read yesterday's post and realized something even weirder than my kid being an adult. 

I'M an adult.

Like, I do the things I'm supposed to do. 

I pay my bills. I walk the dog. I do the laundry every Monday. I have this rule I follow, which is that I always leave a clean kitchen before I go to bed -- that means all the dishes in the dishwasher, the sink scrubbed out, the floor swept. I take out the trash and recycling, and I put the bins out on bin night. I compost.

I practice my piano every day. I write every day. I go to the library every Sunday and take all my books back on time. I go to bed at a reasonable hour and wake up early every morning.

I even eat salads! Like an adult!

How did this happen?

Saturday, June 13, 2026

I have raised an adult

The kid and his husband have flown off for a week in the Outer Banks (with the husband's family). I had almost nothing to do with any of this -- the kid didn't need my advice for booking the flights, or renting the car. They didn't need my help getting to the airport. I didn't have anything to do with their packing.

I'm feeding the cat while they're gone. That's it.

My kid is an adult. 

(I remember taking the kid to the Outer Banks when they were about two, staying with my family. That little little kid in the sunhat has become an adult. I hope he remembers to wear his sunhat at the beach. You will not believe the restraint I am practicing to keep from saying that to him.)

Friday, June 12, 2026

Read This Thread at BlueSky

 Read this thread about why Conservatives oppose certain treatments and approve of others.

There are two pillars of conservative medicine: One is eugenics, the other is a hatred of science as a method of discerning objective truths and a need to replace scientific truth-finding with declarations from conservative authorities.

 

Thursday, June 11, 2026

Piano Update

I have assembled instruction books and Dr Skull's ancient Kutzweil and am busily engaged in teaching myself to play the piano. 

Dr Skull, who had actual piano lessons as a kid, cannot stop himself from backseat teaching. Since I don't understand a single thing he tries to tell me, this is doing no good, but no real harm either.

I should probably find someone to give me lessons. But I'm enjoying the process so far, so I'll stick with this for a bit.


Wednesday, June 10, 2026

My Yard is Full of Fireflies

I dislike summer intensely, as you all know, but I must admit I love this particular season, when -- thanks to the green space behind my house -- my yard is filled with fireflies.

They're so pretty. Also, it's fun to watch the neighbor's cat trying to catch them.

Shamus just ignores them.


Tuesday, June 09, 2026

Spotted on Tumblr

"I don't think anyone has won a war as many times as Trump has won the Iran war. MAGA!"



Monday, June 08, 2026

Hey! Who Knew?

This guy tells us about a study which shows that cooking meals -- especially if you're bad at it, like I am -- helps stave off dementia. Who knew!



Sunday, June 07, 2026

Money Makes You Miserable

So ever since I quit Twitter and have nearly quit FB, I've been spending my social media time on Tumblr or Reddit. (I highly recommend Tumblr, btw, which is the best social media site still in existence.)

Recently on Reddit someone asked "People who have become rich, what's something poor people misunderstand about money?"

I knew they were looking for 'advice' like, "If you stop buying coffee and save that $5.00 instead," or "Getting a second job will" or "cook your own meals because," but as someone who used to be poor and who is now newly rich (okay, sort of rich), I decided to chime in. I said this:

That having money makes life much easier. I was lower middle class most of my life. Now I have enough money. It's just amazing. I don't have panic attacks when we have medical problems, I can buy fresh fruit, high gas prices annoy me, they don't destroy me.

Anyone who says money can't buy happiness is trying to sell you something.

I got lots of likes -- more than I have ever received on a Reddit post -- but I also go a lot of argument.

Money does not buy happiness, people told me, because look at all the miserable rich people.

Money does not buy happiness, they said, because it can't buy family or friends.

Money does not buy happiness, because money actually makes people UNhappy.

Also, my favorite: "Poor people can buy fresh fruit lol"

My favorite was the comment that accused me of being out of touch with what being poor was like. 

Anyway, I'm here to say that while it is true money can't buy a happy family or cure your depression, it can certainly go a long way toward alleviating anxiety, which apparently was 90% of my depression. 

Also, being able to buy all the fresh fruit I want is nearly as nice as being able to buy all the books I want. 

I've certainly known rich people who are assholes (I'm thinking of two specific people here), but they also seem pretty happy. I guess because they think their wealth vindicates their contempt and bigotry? I don't know.

Does having money make people happy? What do y'all think?



Saturday, June 06, 2026

What I'm Re-Reading Now

Mostly I have been re-reading Kage Baker's Company series, which if you like science fiction and revolutions, you should give it a go. It's about people chosen as tiny children by a corporation in the 24th century to be rebuilt into immortal cyborgs. The immortality process only works on children younger than five or six, but then those children grow up to work for the Company. An immortal workforce that you don't need to pay! Who never get sick and who will never be old!

The Company has them collecting works of art, rare or extinct species of plants and animals, even various humans whose culture or genetic material will vanish through time. It's all in the service of making the Company and its stockholders even richer than they are, though it's sold to the little cyborg children as preserving things that would otherwise be lost: one of our main characters, for example, the botanist Mendoza, hunts for plants that would otherwise go extinct, while meanwhile attempting to breed a type of maize that will be nutritionally complete, using the maize plants that get lost as climate and farming practices change. 

The Company looks like the good guys at first -- the children who become cyborgs are rescued from terrible situations (wars, earthquakes, the dungeons of the Inquisition), and the work they grow up to do does seem important. As the series progresses, though, we come to see the Company's true motives; and how they handle cyborgs who rebel; and what life is like for someone who is hundreds of thousands of years old. There is also a romance between Mendoza and a different sort of cyborg, one who is not immortal.

These are really good books, and Kage Baker, having finished the Company novels, was starting two new series, one set in a fantasy world and the other set on Mars. Sadly, she died of cancer in 2010, while in her early 50s, leaving those series only barely begun. Still, very much worth reading. Start with Garden of Iden, or else The Bird of the River.  

Sunday, May 31, 2026

Friday, May 29, 2026

Weather Report

The humidity right now is 100%. And all week the weather guy says highs from 88 to 90. Ugh, summer has arrived,