Monday, October 15, 2018

Monterey Bay Whale Watch (todady!)

I have about 100 4K burst video to go through at this point, so I won't be posting tonight.  Sadly, I learned two things today:  1) I get really excited and drop my camera when something cool is happening, and 2) I really don't know how to use my new camera properly yet.   Never-the-less, I did get a few good shots that I've extracted from all this mess so far, so I do have a little teaser post here.  It's this photo, which I've so far dubbed my photo du jour:

humpback lunge feeding in Monterey Bay

Monday, October 8, 2018

Dia de los Muertos Opening Celebration

Here in Petaluma, there are pretty much celebrations leading up to Dia de los Muertos all October long.  This weekend kicked off the opening event, which was billed as a health fair and Dia de los Muertos fair at St Vincent de Paul Catholic church downtown.  I didn't see too much that could be considered a "health fair", although with all the political tables, Cay kidded that it wasn't personal health, but the health of the community they were promoting.

I did spend a lot of time at various candidates tables, because I DO want to be an educated voter.  I would have to say that the representation was very one-sided, but that I felt that it was the right side, so I didn't feel terribly put out.

There was a lot of amazing food, of which I couldn't partake because of my new diet for my health issues (sometimes I wonder what's left to live for, if I cant taste a little delicious food now and then) but Cay enjoyed papusas and horchata.

There were also a number of Mexican and Aztec dancers, which were extremely enjoyable to watch:

The next Dia de los Muertos event we'll be attending will be during LumaFest, a program put on by Santa Rosa Junior College in Petaluma.

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Dangerous Women

Petruchio. Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.
Katherina. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Petruchio. My remedy is then to pluck it out.
Katherina. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Petruchio. Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
Katherina. In his tongue.

Donald Trump Jr recently stated in an interview that he's more afraid for his sons than his daughters in this age of #metoo in an interview with The Daily Mail.

The implication is that his sons are at risk from lying women, because, no doubt in his little mind, women are all deceivers.  After all, he probably has heard it from a preacher at one time or another:
And I find more bitter than death the woman, whose heart is snares and nets, and her hands as bands: whoso pleaseth God shall escape from her; but the sinner shall be taken by her. [Ecclesiastes 7:26, KJV]
Women, in the eyes of the conservative right, have no power or truth in their voice, only lies. Their only source of power is sex, which they use to lure, ensnare, or destroy men.  They come from a proud tradition of those who believe absolute nonsense in order to keep women subservient:  Mermaids once lured men to watery graves with their allure.  Men used to actually believe women could castrate them during the sex act with teeth in their vagina (go ahead, look up Vagina Dentata on Wikipedia or something.)

Ultimately the words we speak, our tongue, is not taken as true or valuable information.  That's how men get away with saying things like "No means yes, yes means anal" [as noted in ththe Yale Daily News], and believing it.

It makes me wonder how much louder we need to speak, what language men will understand, since they refuse to take no for an answer, refuse to listen to millions of women marching in the Women's Marches,  all those who stand up and state #metoo, and all those who are protesting various women's issues, running for office against those who would strip women of the rights we do have at this point... rights hard won... and who are writing poems and singing songs and creating art to try to communicate all this pain and anger and determination.

Men CHOOSE to pay attention to our tail, not our tongue. They like to flirt with their imaginary danger... the thrill is in the chase they say... than the real danger, that we will stop being silent and claim our power.

The first step is for women to stop buying into the patriarchal nonsense and mythology that men are somehow better, higher, or more rightfully in authority.
22 Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. 23 For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. 24 Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything. [Ephesians 5:22-23]
Interpreting the Bible to be literally true in every verse, then cherry picking the verses, is probably the most widely accepted method to keep women in the role of chattel in our country today.  As a nation, we like to shake our fingers at nations who keep their women covered from head to toe, or who mutilate and stitch up a woman's genitalia because of their backwards beliefs about women and the dangers their sexual bodies present to men.  But really the only difference between this nation and those nations the is that while holding the same beliefs, our nation doesn't pretend to attempt to prevent women from being a lure to men.  Instead, they use what women wear, how they look, how they act, and just the simple fact that they're female to excuse rape and sexual violence.  To excuse MEN who commit acts of violence against women.

I'm almost 60.  I grew up in the age of "boys will be boys".  Women also were, post "sexual revolution", cluing in on relationship issues with books, not just Kinsey, but hot best sellers like How To Make Love To A Man,  which pretty much was a mix of self-help instruction on how to please your guy so he wouldn't wander and women's erotica, and The Rules,  which pretty much outlined the relationship game and how to use the lures men expected you to use, including approach/avoidance in order to hook Mr Right.  Back then, women fell into line completely with the idea that our sting is in our tails... our power comes from sex.

I see a change in the young women of today.  I hope I've been a part of that with my own daughters, and I hope more women my age are waking up and discovering that our bodies belong to ourselves, and not to any man, or to men in general.

I also hope that all these women accept and honor their womanhood, and their autonomous bodies, whether they are straight, gay, transexual or transgender... regardless of their ethnicity or religions... whether they choose to wear a pink pussy cat hat or not, that we can all agree on and move toward one thing:  becoming truly dangerous women when it comes to the repressive patriarchy, that we can move forward together to assert the rights we have as individuals over our own bodies, and to fight for the day we no longer live in fear of sexual violence.

The truth will be heard.