Saturday, December 31, 2016

Wrapping up 2016

This year was kind of scary and traumatic. But it was also pretty amazing. Here are some of my highlights:

This year, I married the love of my life!





This year, I got my Master's Degree and wrote a 100 page thesis, made a new cat friend,


and I added to my book collection!


This year, I spent time with people I love and made memories to last a lifetime!







This year wasn't a bad year. It was scary. I lost some animal friends, and some human ones, politics got scary, and lots of artists and celebrities died. 

But so much good happened as well. On top of all the stuff I posted above, there is just so much more! My step-dad was given a clean bill of health after battling cancer for nearly three years. My beautiful sister got engaged and asked me to be her matron of honour. My other sister seems to have found her calling and has started making the most beautiful crafts! My mom is the happiest I've ever seen her. My sister and her husband, and their two beautiful kids have adjusted to a new town and their new school. My grandmother got a new nurse who is helping my family care for her as her Alzheimer's progresses. My husband started college and is doing very well. Speaking of VOMD, he and I not only got married, but we decided to pursue foster parenting! 

And in the world: the liberals beat the racism of the Conservatives under Harper; women rocked the hell out of the summer Olympics; Gay Marriage celebrated a 1 year anniversary in the United States; Leo got his Oscar (and produced an awesome documentary that might help our planet!); Gilmore Girls had a reunion; Scientists found the ALS gene; protesters in cooperation with military servicemen effectively stopped the DAPL pipeline, at least temporarily; Bernie Sanders inspired a shit ton of youth in America to get involved in politics like never before...

So much good shit.


I loved this year. It was by far the best year of my life.


Happy New Year, my friends. 

Love, 

J

Friday, December 23, 2016

Trying to get Preggers (and not succeeding)

This morning I opened my Facebook account and began to scroll through the list of popular, 'chosen just for me' notifications on my feed. The first was a picture of my friend and her less-than-a-week-old baby, all wrinkly and gleaming. The second was a pregnancy announcement from another friend who I don't know too well. The third was a picture of my best friend's beautiful little girl. And the fourth, thank god, was a funny video of a squirrel. I stopped scrolling after that, just in case.

I guess I should explain why it is that I didn't want to go any further. VOMD and I haven't shared this with many people, but for two years now we have been trying to conceive. In that time my best friend has gotten pregnant and had a baby - without 'trying'- and about 12 other people I count as friends or close acquaintances have gotten pregnant or had babies as well. I feel as though every day I wake up to find out someone else is expecting. I know that's not actually the case... but that is how it feels.

I work part time as a baker and cook at an awesome little coffee shop here in Hamilton. I love the job, and my coworkers a lot, but the one thing that bums me out is the number of pregnant women, and young families with smiling, rosy cheeked, shrieking, and giggling babies frequent the place. That sounds kind of selfish; I know. Looking at their tiny beaming facing, and their parents' loving, doting smiles, should fill me with joy. I should be happy for these families. But every time I see them I get a little bit sad, and a little bit bitter.

The same can be said for when I speak to my friends and family who have young children. I have these amazing mom friends who define themselves by their parenthood. They LOVE it. Its all they talk about. And I totally get it - because if I had a kid I would never shut up about them - but at the same time, every time one of my friends says something about how they are kind to others because they are a mom, or they work hard because they have a family to support, or that they don't know how they would ever live without their kids... I fall apart a little.

We haven't told many people that we are trying to conceive, mostly because when I speak to my family and close friends about it they say things like: "when you stop trying, that's when it's going to happen;" or "when it's the right time, it will happen." I know they are trying to be sweet, and encouraging, but hearing these things makes me want to rip my hair out! What does that even mean, 'when it's the right time"? Does that mean that it's been the right time for every person whose ever gotten pregnant? And if so, what makes this time so wrong for me? As for the myth that trying to conceive makes it less likely that you will - who made up this lie? And how is it, exactly, that I can decide to not try? Does that mean if I stop having regular intercourse, and stop paying attention to ovulation, I will immaculately conceive? Wouldn't that be a fun trick of science?

When you are trying to conceive - and not succeeding - it seems like a huge joke. You ask yourself "why me?" You try to figure out if there is something you should be doing differently - you take more vitamins, drink less coffee, exercise. But then you see your friends who eat crap and drink coffee, and smoke, and never exercise getting pregnant, and you give up. Because what's the point, right? But then, a few months later you realize that's silly and you start over again. It's a pretty shitty cycle. But you keep going, because you want to be like your friends who define themselves by their parenthood.

Disney Baby - Christmas Clip Art Images:
http://christmas-images.clipartonline.net/cartoon-characters-page-1
VOMD and I have started the process to become foster parents. We have so much love to give, and more than enough to provide a loving, safe, and comfortable home for children who need us. We are not doing this because we have given up on having biological children, nor are we doing it to be superheros or saints. We are doing it because we know we will be good parents. This is the way we are planning to be a family right now. Unfortunately, this is not a legitimate way to start a family for many people - mostly people who were/are able to start a family the legitimate way. Of the few people we have told so far, most have been supportive - I have the best mom and sisters ever! - but a couple have asked, "do you think it's the right time?" Again, that time thing again - as though there is ever a time that is perfect to welcome a new member into your family... And even more brutally, a couple have asked, "are you still going to have your own kids?" And that hurts so bad. And it hurts in a way that they will likely never understand, because they have their own kids.

I just wanted to share this, because as the holidays get underway, I am overwhelmed by my desire to share my traditions with a child, and create new ones. I don't want to sounds like a whiner, nor do I want anyone's pity. But I see my friends hanging tiny stockings, and reading How the Grinch Stole Christmas to their kids, and I am jealous, and I kind of want others to know how hard it is when you want nothing more than to be a parent, and it seems like everyone around you is becoming one.

Happy (?) Holidays,


J






Thursday, November 17, 2016

Lefty humour

I have a class with an older white male professor who casually uses the word 'retarded' to describe ridiculous situations. I'm not sure why he uses this language, but it seems flippant, and without thought.

Often people on the left - particularly in academia - think that their humour, their irony, and their lack of concern with politically correct language is subversive. Perhaps this is because in academic circles it often is. Language is a powerful tool in both academia and the social realm but its specific uses have very different implications in these two worlds.

Words like genderfuck, land rape, sissy-boy ...etc disrupt dominant discourses in academia by make the reader purposefully uneasy. In a non-academic context, however, they can trigger deep emotional reactions, and can even give people the opposite reaction. This language can reaffirm the status quo.

This is a similar problem to the humour/comedy issue, with which I am sure you're acquainted. We've all been there... we're watching a comedy special on television and the comedian does impressions of people from diverse cultural/ethnic backgrounds. His impressions (because, let's be honest, it is normally a man) usually draw on problematic stereotypes. And here we are, white, middle (ish) class folks, laughing our asses off. We laugh because first, we are uncomfortable, second, we know that these stereotypes are false, and third, because we see the comedian drawing attention not only to the stereotypes, but highlighting how regular people often don't question the implications of these stereotypes. When a comedian says something outrageous about women, I am often laughing along. But now and then, the statements become more nuanced, less outrageous, less discernible from a real statement of the comedian's beliefs, and that is when I, and others like me, get uncomfortable.

The problem is that in every day conversations, most jokes of this nature is more nuanced, and less discernible from the teller's true beliefs. We are not being subversive by telling our wives that they belong in the kitchen, and we are not be subversive by drawing attention to our Jewish friends' noses or spending habits, and we are not being subversive by comparing a Black athlete to a gorilla. We are being sexist, xenophobic, and racist. This does not mean that we believe the things we are saying. It's just that our jokes are indiscernible from our actual beliefs.

On the other hand, if my husband tells me he wants me barefoot, pregnant, and scrubbing the floor on all fours, while breastfeeding and forfeiting my right to vote, I know that he is joking. But it is only in the context of our actual lives, in our own home, between the two of us, that this joke is understood as a joke. Online, where the world can see this 'joke' and does not understand the context in which it was originally spoken.

So, when my professor uses the word retarded to describe a frustrating or difficult concept, because I do not know him personally, this is problematic. When my neighbor calls the gay boy down the street a sissy boy in jest, because I do not know him personalty, I assume that he is saying it not in the subversive, empowering way that some queer folk may use the term, but rather I assume he is being deprecating.

And I hope that others on the left (or near the left) come to understand that just because you  meant it  in a certain way, does not mean that it is perceived in that way.

Here is an anecdote for you:

When VOMD and I were first dating I once told him to get the fuck out of my kitchen. I was clearly saying it jokingly, but it was clear only to me. We ended up having an argument, during which I came to realize that because we did not know each other well, and because of our own emotional baggage, this dismissive, abrasive language was taken as aggression, rather than a joke. I defended myself at first, and I continue to do it in this relationship. When I say something in jest that hurts VOMD's feelings, or makes him angry, I say "sorry, but I was just joking". What I should say is "sorry, that joke was not funny, and I should remember to take your feelings into consideration when I am speaking to you."

The lesson to be learned from my experience, within the intimacy of my marriage, is that when speaking with a complete stranger, "I was just joking" is not an excuse to hurt someone's feelings.

There are ways to fight for social justice without insulting already disenfranchised folks. Why is it that so few comedians do impressions of upper/middle class white folks? Where are all the jokes about WASP men? Why is your Black/Jewish/Woman joke the only way that you feel you can draw attention to racism and gender inequality?

Stop defending your poor use of language against the people that this language hurts.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

The politics of fear; and harnessing fear in the fight against Trump (and racist, sexist patriarchy, more generally)

I don't know who said it, but there is a popular (ish) saying that goes: "Fear is a powerful motivator."

This is very clearly the case. Fear motivates us to hold our children, family, and friends close. It motivates us to save our money for a rainy day, to give our animal and human family members vaccinations to protect them from diseases...

But it can also motivate more dangerous emotions. When faced with someone or something that we do not understand we often immediately fear...and when we are unable to get beyond our fear to a proper understanding of the other, we are lead to hate. Fear can make us to hate. And hate is terrifyingly more powerful than fear.

I'm not saying that we should not hate. There are many things - mostly ideas or actions - that we should continue to hate. I hate racism, sexism, Islamaphobia, speciesism, violence, gender norms, homophobia...

In my fear for those who are victimized by Trump and his supporters, I became angry and hateful towards all those who voted for Trump, or who supported the Conservative party in Canada's most recent election.  In my anger I decided to hate...not just ideas, and actions...but people..often ignorant, uneducated people who may not understand the implications of their support for Trump of Harper. During the past week I have seen others take this turn. The world that I know has erupted into a mess of shit slinging in all directions, from the left and the right. People are terrified, and the mass media and social media are allowing for this fear to descend into anger, resentment, and violence (verbal and physical) in a way that I have never experienced. I was too young to give a shit when Al Gore lost to GW Bush, but I know that there was probably similar outrage.

And some of us are hurting each other, and losing sight of the big picture in our terror.

This past week I have seen images depicting violence against visible minorities and women in the name of Donald Trump. I have seen young people cry trying to understand why our world is such a shitty place.

I can imagine that this week is just the beginning. Judging by my conversations with friends, family, and strangers, the fear is very real. And very powerful.

But it is not entirely unproductive.

Women across North America are organizing and harnessing their terror and demonstrating against the the fear turned hate of the radical right. Sons and daughters of immigrants are joining together with queer and trans folks to take a stand against the violence being perpetrated against them. Where the radical white right wing fear of the other has led them to hate those who they see as invaders, the invaders - feminists, people from diverse backgrounds, LGBTQ+++ folks - are taking an opposing, though not opposite approach. They/we fear the hate, and as such we hate the hate, and we are harnessing our collective otherness to fight it.

How are we/can we continue to do this? How can you get involved?

Consider these options (some of these are taken from a Facebook post by some women on the left who are committed to the fight against Trump):

1) Donate to the following organizations:
American Civil Liberties Union
https://www.aclu.org/
Sea Sheppherd
20 Feminist Organizations
http://www.diversitybestpractices.com/…/20-womens-organizat…
2) Learn how to practice compassion and model it for your kids
http://ccare.stanford.edu/…/about…/why-cultivate-compassion/
3) Write An Op-Ed For Your Local Newspaper
http://newsoffice.duke.edu/duke_resources/oped.html <--- teaches you HOW to write an Op-Ed
4) Have an impact on the economy by boycotting big businesses, and in particular those owned by Trump and his buddies.
5) It might sound vague, but 
CHOOSE LOVE; 
CHOOSE COMPASSION; 
CHOOSE PEACE; 
CHOOSE TO ELEVATE THE VOICES OF THE MARGINALIZED;
CHOOSE TO USE WHATEVER PRIVILEGE YOU HAVE IN SERVICE OF EQUITY AND INCLUSION

In solidarity, and with love,

-J






Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The aftermath

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that we were so cocky. I'm sorry it took too long for us to take Trump seriously. I'm sorry that a sexual predator, child rapist, and woman beater is the President Elect of the United States.

I'm sorry for my queer, trans, and visible minority friends in the United States (and everywhere else). I know that many of you, and your family and friends, are in the streets right now. I am proud that you are fighting this. But I am also scared for you.

I can't do much from over here. But what I can do is take a stand with my dollars.

I will no longer purchase American made goods from which Dronald Trumpet profits.

I don't know what else to do, or to say.

Stay strong. Keep fighting. Demand change.







Tuesday, November 8, 2016

American Election 2016

Tonight we will know for sure who will run America for the next four years. I have a few thoughts on that, though they are not all entirely connected.

I suppose some of us might feel like we already know who has won. The choice is clear to us. Either a politician who supports big business and capitalist enterprises that disenfranchise the third world, and perpetuate systemic inequality in North America and beyond, or a business man who does exactly that, but is also probably a rapist and a child sex offender. If given the choice myself, I would of course stand with the victims of violence.

At the same time, it is troubling that numerous republican commentators and outspoken advocates for Mitt Romney, and George Bush before him, are now proud supporters of Hillary Clinton. It is only right that we will recognize the inhumanity of the alternative option, but is it not telling that Clinton is so far from left that the right embraces her as their candidate as well? I'm not saying vote for a third party candidate this election... Unfortunately we all know how that might end up. But I am saying that we should be concerned that both candidates in this election are essentially republican, even if one is dressed in democrat's clothing. That said, I hope that a woman beats a woman beater this time around...

But, whoever wins the election, it is clear that this year, the white, upper capitalist class, patriarchy won this year. And they keep on winning. It doesn't matter what face they wear, they have still won. And they win because every four years we become suddenly interested in politics, while the rest of the time we sit silently as rich white men make decisions that affect the whole world. This is not only true of the United States. Canada is equally implicated in this phenomenon.

There are a number of brilliant, outraged, and passionate people who continue to rage against the machine year long, term long, never ceasing. But there are too few. There are too few of us who write letters to our government, who make phone calls, who stand on the streets, who protest, who break things that need breaking and fix things that need to be fixed.

We should, perhaps, take the water protector's example and see that politics is bigger than an election. It is about the real lives of people and peoples. It is about the way that we live together, among ourselves and with the land.

I don't know what more to say.

If you are in America, and you are scared about the outcome of this election, know that, for what it's worth, I, and many others here in Canada and elsewhere in the world, stand with you.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Being Married

So, VOMD and I have been married for precisely 30 days, and I have to say that we are officially marriage experts who have it ALL figured out...

Maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration.

There is this myth that the media shows us that marriage is the happily ever after, the end of the line, the happy ending, the conclusion. But once you get married you quickly begin to realize that marriage is just the beginning of a whole new story that comes with its own trials and tribulations. VOMD and I are working to become better partners, more supportive of one another, more open to each other's views and opinions, and hopes and dreams. But being married didn't magically make us experts.

So, here are some lessons that I've learned since getting married.

1. Things that you (or your partner) did to one another before you were married, and things that you said will be excused by the statement "yeah, but we weren't married yet back then". This can be very frustrating on the receiving end.

2. You will not suddenly become comfortable with your partner's bodily functions, but they may feel like you should be and leave the door open while pooping in the morning or suggest that you pee while they brush their teeth.

3. You will not stop fighting, but half way through a fight it will not be uncommon to start thinking to yourself why the hell are we fighting? this is so stupid...I should just say sorry....we're married after all.. That being said, thinking that and actually saying it and ending the fight are two different stories.

4. The things that you got as wedding gifts may become sacred objects...and putting those nice shiny forks and knives in the dishwasher, or leaving the coffee grinds in the coffee pot become taboo.

5. Conversations about the future stop being magical and become pragmatic - you can no longer casually suggest that you may want to live on the other side of the world for a year without expecting a long and drawn out discussion of the implications and practicability of that proposition.

6. Really mundane things like watching your partner cook, clean or cuddle your animal friends become incredibly sexy in a way they never were before. Perhaps this is because your biological clock is ticking and you link these activities with their potential ability to be a good parent...

7. EVERYONE will begin asking you when you're going to have babies. Even if you want babies, like VOMD and I, it can become incredibly frustrating.


Altogether, being married has so far been a great experience. I love VOMD more with every day, and in totally new and unexpected ways. I am learning to love the things about him that I would have liked to change before we got married - like his insistence on taking his pants off in the hallway, or his unwillingness to put the toilet seat down because, in his words "it's not my responsibility to make sure you don't fall in the toilet when you get up to pee in the middle of the night"!








Happy Monday,

J

Monday, September 19, 2016

Why I don't mind that my husband is not a feminist

The problem with being a feminist is that everyone seems to have an opinion about what being a feminist entails. When a contemporary feminist icon like Nikki Minaj tries to distances herself from feminism, while maintaining that she is a “woman who wants other women to be bosses and to be strong and to be go-getters,” feminism becomes murky water indeed.  Groups like Women Against Men claiming that feminism is a hate group, an idea that unfortunately permeates much of society, doesn’t help either.

An article in the Huff last year, by Hannah McAtenmey, claims “There is no sitting on the fence. You are either a feminist or sexist.” This is a such an unfortunate perspective because it potentially alienates a large proportion of people, who will likely never call themselves feminists, yet are strong advocates for the rights of women. I’m no coward, but I do believe that you can be a feminist in some circles and an advocate of equality in others. And I also believe that being a non-feminist does not make you a sexist. There are very legitimate reasons to take issue with feminism - particularly the white middle class feminism for which people like McAtenmey advocate.

When I first met my husband we had some very complicated discussions about the concept of feminism. He asked me “if it really is about equality of the sexes, why is is called feminism?” His question would have been a very good one, were we not living  in a society that is still struggling to overcome the historical baggage of female subjugation, and were we not living in a society where men and women are still so far from being equal. Recently he mentioned to me that he learned that the wage gap between men and women is a startling 27%. This is not so startling to a woman in academia, who is constantly struggling for legitimacy among her largely male colleagues, but being a man who has worked in the trades for most of his life, where most people start off with the same wage, and female applicants are uncommon, women and men making different rates for the same work never crossed his mind. Now he is heading into a degree in computer game development, and he is for the first time being faced with questions of inequity and inequality in the workplace and in academics. This is how feminists are made. But it is very unlikely that my husband will ever call himself a feminist. Like Minaj says, some words just “box you in”, and try as I might, I will probably never convince my husband to embrace the term. But the concepts, those are easy to grasp once you do some research, and once you give the facts some genuine thought.  

I do not wish to distance myself from feminism, and in fact will continue to proudly associate myself with a movement that seeks equality for all people, regardless of gender, ethnicity, and class. But as an intersectional feminist I have begun to recognize that the term feminism may also carry with it a lot of cultural baggage from the Western World, and there are many strong female writers from across the globe who decline to associate themselves with feminism largely because they feel the term erases their particular struggles.  

For example, Nigerian writer Buchi Emecheta says: “I will not be called a feminist...because it is European. It is as simple as that… I do believe in the African type of feminism. They call is womanism…” What Emecheta is trying to explain is that Western Europeans and North Americans do not share the same experiences of women from Africa. Our experiences are not universal, so the words that we use to describe our struggles may not be universal either.

As Western feminists we can have a tendency to think our values are universal. We can get bogged down in our own experience of the world. Whether we do this by claiming that any person who is not a feminist is a sexist, or by insisting that women in Africa care about the same struggles as us, we are creating a situation that alienates our potential allies.

Does it weaken the movement that a large proportion of the ‘feministic’ population will likely never call themselves feminists? I don’t think so. Whether you call yourself a feminist or not, if you believe that women should be raised up in our society, and that there are certain accommodations that women deserve based on their sex in order to level the playing field of business, academics, politics etc. then your position is a feminist one. I don’t mind that my husband isn’t a feminist, because I recognize that my understanding of feminism is not universal.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Getting married!

When I first met VOMD he told me that he would never get married. If he did, it would not be with a ceremony and signing papers and matching wedding bands. I liked the idea of marriage; I'm not too hot on the religious aspects, but the idea of binding yourself to someone in front of your friends and families, and signing your name next to theirs in a big book full of other people who also bound themselves to their partners seemed romantic.

Here we are a little more than 2 years later and we are 32 days out from our wedding day with the ceremony and the signing papers, and guess what...we even have matching wedding bands. And I don't think that either of us could imagine it any other way.

All that said, though, there is a part of me who has been thinking about what marriage means, and then this other part of me is worrying that I am thinking too much about what marriage means. Because, really, who gives a shit what marriage means to anyone else? To me it means committing to spend the rest of my life with the most fun, kind, passionate and wonderful man I have ever met

But it does matter what it means to everyone else. An amazing, intelligent and insightful friend told me this weekend that she, while she is married, refuses to be addressed as Mrs. I had never considered the significance of the concept of Mrs. She explained what the concept of Mrs. implies. You are a Miss. You are unmarried, and potentially threatening to married women as a potential target for some philandering man. As a Miss you belong to your parents. As a Mrs. you belong to your husband.

Boys and men are all Mister, because they belong to themselves.

Connected to this disturbing realization is my discomfort with the more traditional aspects of the wedding ceremony we are about to take part in. My father will walk me down the aisle and give me away. VOMD will receive me. The implication of my beautiful engagement ring, and the wedding band which matches is, is that it demonstrates that I am soon to belong to him. I wear it on a specific finger so that others can see that I am not available for courtship. Did you know that the Romans used wedding rings to denote ownership? I guess we still sort of do that.

More than this, though, is the realization that to our more traditional family members marriage means that we are about to be bound in "holy"matrimony, and that I will be bound to VOMD to honor and obey him until one of us dies. To them, we will no longer be living in sin. To them, we will be allowed to have children, because it will finally be acceptable for us to have sex.

To us, it means we get to share our commitment to each other with one another and our loved ones.

But it comes with lots of baggage.



Friday, June 24, 2016

Activism and Academia

Before I wrapped up my classes for the semester I had a conversation with one of my students who was considering leaving university. He explained that he felt disenchanted by the academic process, and would rather direct his energies towards activism and direct political action.

This is a struggle for many social-justice motivated people who like myself have found themselves in the academic world.

This year has so far been a tumultuous one for the global LGBTQ+ community. The tragedy which took place in Orlando struck a chord with those of us who identify with the struggle for gender and sexual identity in a world that often rejects those who do not easily conform to heteronormative male/female societal standards. And it has struck a chord with me as someone who has begun to build a career for myself by reflecting on and theorizing about the gender binary and its implications for trans and queer people. Last week I defendes my thesis and I had to stand up in front of my committee and my colleagues to speak about something that seems never to have been more pressing than it is right now - the tragedy and violence that exists within exclusionary spaces.

The horror of the situation, beyond the absolute depravity of the monster who committed then mass murders in Orlando on Sunday, is that as a culture we are continuously allowing this type of atrocity to take place. When we silence queer and trans voices on our university campuses, when we ignore requests from queer and trans students for safe and accessible spaces, we are letting these atrocities happen.

This week I am overjoyed that my MA is finally over, but I am horrified that my success this year is largely a result of the pain and misery of so many people.

I don't know how to reconcile the excitement I feel about my future in academics with my agreement with my past student whose frustration with the ineffectuality of academics, which is reinforced every time I read the news, and every time I read and reread my now complete thesis.

-J

Monday, April 11, 2016

Monday Happies: April 11th 2016


Today is a good day. I've finally completed the first draft of my thesis (minus my conclusion)! I'm basically doing back flips here!

Also, VOMD and I found an adorable cat who is the sweetest, most cuddly dude we've ever met (notwithstanding our current cuddly buddies, of course). We've taken him to the vet and he is not neutered or chipped. So, if nobody calls or emails us to claim him within the next week, he's ours for keeps.

Taking in another furry friend is something I didn't expect to do so soon after losing Toojoh. But, this guy showed up at our doorstep - actually, at our kitchen window - and VOMD immediately fell in love. He's a crazy cat lady at heart.

George and Lego are not too happy to have a new dude in the house. His un-neutered maleness is a lot to handle, I guess. He's in my office for now and has only come out twice. (Both times he's marked.)




If he is not claimed in the next week we are going to take him to get neutered, which should stop the marking behaviour and make the other cats less crazy. Also, he seems like the kind of cat who will likely run outside whenever he has the chance... so neutering it is.


This week I am working on being more positive, more active, and more open.

So far, so good.

Happy Monday!

-J

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

The [imaginary] hierarchy of injustice

I am nearing the end of my MA thesis, and beginning to daydream about my PhD, which will likely focus on cultural studies rather than political science. I hope to look at the way media produces and reproduces masculinities. If I mention this to a certain type of person they immediately go on that classic tirade anyone interested in gender or animal issues has heard far too many times before. There are people dying in the world; what about homeless people?; so what if people can't access washrooms?; so what if children are placed into narrow categories; there are worse things in the world than having to be a girl or a boy. 

The same sort of rant tends to come our of the mouths of people who don't want our tax dollars directed towards refugees because we should take care of Canada first. Of course this is usually the same person who refuses to acknowledge their settler privilege, and that they owe their lives to the bloodshed and continued colonization and erasure of indigenous peoples and ways of life.

As people interested in social justice we've probably all considered these things ourselves. I know I have. Last Friday night, during a long and fruitful conversation with VOMD, I admitted that sometimes I feel like all the work I'm putting into my thesis is pointless, and even my social activism, and my work for animals, are just bandaid solutions to a problem of inequity and systemic injustice that is so deep it will take a revolution to fix (uh oh, my communist is showing!). I worried that I should be focusing on something more immediate. I considered leaving the education system altogether to pursue activist work, and to remove myself from a system that has been largely co-opted by capitalist ideals. I ask myself those same questions that the conservative on a tirade asked "What about the homeless? What about people dying?"

We tend to create this hierarchy of injustice in our society... homelessness comes before refugees; sexism comes before bigenderism; access to housing comes before access to washrooms, and so on and so forth. But why can't we just see that all injustice is bad and that as individuals we must choose where to direct our attentions to maximize our effectiveness as scholars and as activists? Yes, I care that many people in Canada are homeless, and yes I care that people on many First Nation reserves do not have proper water, and access to healthcare, and adequate housing, and yes I care deeply that sex-slavery still exists all over the world and that the environment is degrading by the hour and that women still get paid less than men and that Jian Ghomeshi won his court case and that children are body shamed in grade school....

But for now, I am going to finish my thesis. I am going to argue that there is a problem with the strict adherence to a binary gender system that demands individuals fit within narrow categories of what it means to be a man and a woman. I am going to argue that the abuse and violence that takes place within public washrooms against non-binary and trans individuals must be addressed immediately, and in the right way, to ensure meaningful and consistent participation of all people in the public sphere, and especially in higher education in Canada. And I am going to recognize my place of privilege as a cisgendered white woman. And in my private life I will fight for non-human rights and I will rescue animals and I will continue to eat and live vegan.

And I will keep caring about all the other injustices in the world. But I am just one person. And you are just one person too. So, don't let someone tell you that your work doesn't matter because there may be something more pressing you could be addressing. Commit your heart and your mind and your life to your work. Do something.

Happy Wednesday,

J

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

I don't wear a bra



A group of teen to twenty something young men were laughing at my nipples showing through my shirt the other day, and it motivated me to write this post. Apparently women who don't wear bras are a big deal.

When I was about 11 or 12  my older sister told me that I should get a bra because you could see my nipples through my shirt. Until that point I had never really considered wearing a bra. I knew that people wore them. I had been seeing my mom's stretched out cotton bras hanging on the clothes line since I could remember, and I knew that my elementary school friend wore what she called a training bra because she had proudly shown it to me literally the first day we met in kindergarten when we were 4 years old.

Since then I have worn bras almost consistently, barring the short time between the ages of 15 and 16 when I experimented with androgyny (I still miss my buzz cut and baggy jeans sometimes). But about a year ago I started noticing that my breasts were not as round and perky as they used to be. I shrugged it off. I'm getting older now and of course my body is going to change as time goes by. Then I started reading a few studies here and there that showed that women who don't wear bras actually have perkier and rounder breasts than those who do. What?!

The more you work out any muscle, the stronger it gets; so, why wouldn't this be the case for the muscle that hold up our breasts?

Coupled with the problem of diminishing perkiness are the cultural implications of wearing something that changes the shape of our breasts to make them more uniform, straight, round, and high. While I don't think it is wrong for us to want perfectly round breasts, I do think it is strange that this is one cultural norm that we don't regularly question. People are very willing to shout it out loud that women shouldn't feel obligated to wear makeup; but we tend to think of bras as a necessity. I know even now some women will probably respond to this saying they have to wear a bra because otherwise their breasts would be sore and would hang uncomfortably due to their size (for stories from women who choose note to wear bras, follow this link!)

But my breasts are fine just the way they are. One is slightly bigger than the other, which means that one nipple always sits a little higher. They are spread wide apart so that cleavage is basically a pipe-dream (even when I wore one of those 2 cup sizes up bras for my girlfriend's wedding last year), and their shape and size varies throughout the month depending on where I am in my menstrual cycle, and their size and shape varies throughout the day depending on how warm or cold it is, or how active I've been. I don't need them to be perfect and round and high. I know it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but my choice to not wear a bra is empowering.

And if you want to make that choice too, it's completely up to you. But please consider why it is you think the bra is necessary, and where it is you got that information from. Chances are you were told that if you didn't wear a bra your breasts would sag as you aged. Maybe you were told it is inappropriate to let your nipples be seen through your shirt. The people who told you that are wrong. And if you like the bra, no part of me will ever judge you for that. Because you have the freedom to choose what you do to your own body.

Happy Tuesday!

J


Monday, April 4, 2016

Monday Happies!

Monday Happies are back!

It snowed. I wrote 7000 words. I drank way too much coffee. I cuddled with my fiance. I started packing to move at the end of the month. And I wore a sun dress to spite the stupid weather. Isn't it spring?




Happy Monday!

-J

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Public washrooms and Queer/Trans youth

I read an article yesterday that got me really frustrated. It was written by a religious organization that is deeply conservative and it's title states that the "Michigan State Board of Ed want Boys to Have Right to Share Girl's Locker Room". The article demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding if the policy proposal, which seeks to protect trans and queer youth from the harassment and abuse that takes place within school lockers and washrooms.

What is most frustrating about this article is that the author has done their research and uses, like American's on the right tend to do, the Supreme Court and the State legislation to argue against the Board of Ed's attempt to protect marginalized people, stating that both have declared on numerous occasions that parental rights are a fundamental right. As such, a parent should be able to choose with whom their child shares a shower. This all sound very convincing until you remember that queer and trans children have parents too! Shocker! The author goes on to argue in favour of subsidiarity,  against a state level approach to education policy, for a more localized approach "simply because such organizational governance is more likely to result in better and more effective educational policy".

Really, local, decentralized policy making in education will be more effective? There are no limits to this? One of the great downfalls of the American education system is the fact that education policy varies from state to state. Students in one part of the country may receive a very different type of education than someone just a state over. This can make one student less competitive when applying for university, but more than that, the lack of centralized standards that hold states (and locals) accountable for reaching certain educational goals for their students allows children to slip through the cracks. Granted, decentralization can work, but there should still be some fundamental standards set out by a centralized governing body which protects at the very leas the rights and freedoms of marginalized people. Also, how can this author use federal and state law to argue his first case (about parental rights) and then argue that localized policy/legislation is the way to go? Way to speak out of both sides of your mouth, buddy.

But back to the issue at hand, because all this talk about levels of policy making takes away from the core issue which is that the state board of education in Michigan wants to protect children from harassment and give people equal dignity regardless of their gender identity. The way that this type of situation is manipulated by those who are anti-legbtq is always frustrating. This policy would not allow boys to use a girl's locker room. It would allow girls who were called boys from birth, to use girl's locker rooms. I can understand how this is confusing to people who have not encountered trans issues before. This all might seem very new. But just like we learned, gradually, that men and women are deserving of equal dignity, so too must be begin to learn that all people, regardless of their birth sex or sexual/gender identity are deserving of equal dignity.

What is exhausting to watch is that the anti-lgbtq crowd are winning in some places. The argument that boys should not be allowed in girl's bathrooms was used by the folks who passed the incredibly heartbreaking bill in North Carolina last week, which bans trans people from public washrooms that do not line up with their birth sex, and it is similar to the argument made by Canadian conservatives against the "Bathroom Bill' in 2013/2015 that protected trans people from discrimination. They claim that sexual predators are going to use it as an excuse to access washrooms/change rooms, or that people will take advantage of this policy. But the policy is to protect the people who every day are abused and harassed for something as simple as going to the washroom - something that most of us are able to do without any issue at all. It is heartbreaking to imagine a young person having to deal with their struggle for a gender identity, on top of all of the other drama that comes with being so young... I cannot imagine being a transgendered young person being forced to share a washroom with my abusers. It also breaks my heart that a christian organization who has been pretty clear that they are anti-science (and anti-evolution) would use science as an argument against lgbtq rights. What's that thing the bible says about not being judgmental, and loving everyone, and being kind, especially to the marginalized? Or right, it's "don't be a jerk"
from the Atlantic


Thank you to my mother, who brought this to my attention yesterday. I needed a distraction... and a reminder of why my thesis research matters so much.

Happy(ish) Wednesday

J



Tuesday, March 29, 2016

A note from Toojoh's human

This is a note from Toojoh's caregiver:

I am sad to announce that Toojoh succumbed to his kidney disease after suffering a stroke on march 28th. Thanks to all the medical help he received he was able to enjoy his final days chasing chipmunks and squirrels, rolling in and eating mouthfuls of fresh snow, playing with his little dog pal and visiting all his favorite trees in his woods. Life was good.

They have put Toojoh to rest on their property (under the trees that he loved to chase squirrels up) and his human's partner made a nice little cross and placed some stones to mark where he lays. 




RIP Sweet Boy

Our dear sweet Toojoh passed away this morning after suffering a stroke last night. He got to spend his final night curled up in the arms of his human. 

The loss of this sweet creature is sad beyond words. 

We love you and miss you, Toojoh. We are so lucky that we got to spend a few weeks with this happy, loving, and cuddly dog. 






Getting Back on Track (also: great coffee, planning another move, and a cute cat)

Spending the last few weeks with Toojoh was certainly stressful, but getting up with him every morning, feeding him, taking him to the vet, and giving him his medicine gave me a purpose for a while. I was told yesterday morning that he is going downhill quite quickly, and that he does not have much time left. I wish I could do more. It is good that he has gotten to spend his last days with him human momma, but I am sad for her that she has to see him so unwell.

In spite of this, I am trying to get back on track with the things I had set aside while caring for him. This means in the last couple days I've graded 30 final papers for my Political Theory class, edited two documents for clients, met another client for a tutoring session, written half of a report for a consultation I'm doing for a local non-profit, and written 6 pages of my thesis. Manic Johanna is on her way back! This is the upside of manic depression, the highs are so damn productive.

VOMD and I also discovered some AMAZING coffee that you can buy at Metro of all places. Its an Ontario company called Muskoka, and holy smokes is it yummy. I'm usually not a big fan of flavoured coffee - give me a nice light to medium roast, with mid to low acidity and a splash of almond milk and I'm a happy camper - but we got this maple coffee and daaaannnng it's delicious.


 My coffee photo shoot turned into a cat photo shoot. George never lets me take photos in the house without getting involved.

We're also planning our move at the end of April to a new house - one with a Drive Way! And a Back Yard! and a Basement! We're pretty excited about this new adventure and can't wait for all our animal companions to have more room to roam, especially Tobi the bunny who has been confined to one room for the last year or so. Now she'll have her own whole bunny-proofed room full of bunny toys and places to hide, and she'll have access to most of the house as well during the day while we're home so she can get her exercise and enjoy some much needed freedom.

So, some sad news and some glad news. We're working our way forward.

Happy Tuesday

-J

Monday, March 28, 2016

How to procrastinate

Everyone is writing about how to study effectively and how to ensure you are being as efficient as possible. Why is it I can't find a thorough guide to putting off everything until tomorrow?

These last few weeks have been heart melting and while I should have been focusing on a million other things, I basically just took care of Toojoh and cried a lot. I still stuck with my work commitments, but my thesis was shoved aside. Now that Toojoh has returned home to his human (where he is doing okay, except still vomiting daily) I should be able to get back to my thesis, but the inspiration is just not there. I have plenty of time left to complete it, so the pressure isn't really on, and so I've spent the last few days focusing on reinvesting in some friendships, catching up on some sleep, taste testing some local beers, and cuddling and bonding with my awesome fiance. I also joined Instagram, but I don't really know how it works yet, so don't quiz me.
A photo posted by Johanna (@johanna.fraser) on
Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow I will stop procrastinating. But, for now I am going to shop online for vegan acrylic paints and take pictures of the cats.

Happy Easter Monday!

-J

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Toojoh 2

There is this great book called Zoopolis, which I reviewed about a year ago here, which makes the argument that animals should be understood largely as citizens. This may sound a little whack, but I assure you the point makes some sense. Essentially the authors argue that we should understand each "pet"-animal as an individual being with their own telos, or purpose. They should be allowed to be, so much as it is possible as largely domesticated beings, autonomous. This goes beyond the basic "animals are innocent creatures who deserve our love and protection" argument to which a large number of animal activists subscribe. This means, in part, stop snipping their giblets, stop making decisions for them about when their life should end, and stop just generally treating them like objects. I largely agree. But there is one problem. These creatures cannot tell you how they are feeling, what they want, why they are upset, and when they want to die.

Toojoh's kidney failure has progressed rapidly and his prognosis is not good. He has trouble keeping food down and he is sometimes unsteady on his feet. He has lost a lot of his interest in food and water, and while he still loves his daily snuggle, he spends a lot more time alone in his bed, curled up  in a ball. He can't tell me whether he thinks that his quality of life is what it should be at this point. He can't tell me whether he would rather stay here with me until the end, or return to his caregiver's home to live out the rest of his days. The vet tells us we have done everything that we can to make him comfortable, and if left untreated when we found him, he would have been very unwell and possibly dead already. But Toojoh didn't get to choose whether he stayed there or came with his. Animals in our care cannot be autonomous because they are not autonomous beings. In the wild it is probable that Toojoh would have gone away from his home into some dark part of the woods to die alone long ago. But does that make it right that we should let him die...because that is what he would do in nature? 

I don't think so, but it is something that I wrestle with every time we take him for another test or put him on another medication.

All that being said, we are making decisions for him. The vet has told us that even if we had $10,000 right now to direct towards Toojoh's care it wouldn't be enough to make him better and it would be unlikely that we could extend his life much longer. So, we are bringing him home to his caregiver tomorrow so that he can spend his last weeks or months, or whatever he has left, curled up beside her in his own home, in peace.

We have gotten him the care that he needed so that he can be as comfortable as possible for the rest of his life, however long or short that might be.

And I can't stop crying because I wish that I could just tell him that I am sorry that he feels this way. I can't stop crying because I wish I could ask him what he wants and receive an answer, instead of that sweet, innocent, trusting look he gives me...

And I can't stop crying because I feel selfish for crying...




Monday, March 21, 2016

2 steps forward, 1 step back

Toojoh is doing very well in many respects. He is adjusting to apartment life relatively well, though when he goes outside he really just lights right up.

His new food is still not agreeing with him, but I am assured that it will take weeks to get him back to digesting properly and I have to keep reminding myself to be patient. His skin is clearing up quite well, but the bacterial infection seems to have caused hyperkeretosis (which is a weird skin condition that causes a thickening of the outer layer of skin, which then flakes off and can become quite itchy). It is not a major issue, but it will need some ongoing care to make sure it doesn't get out of hand.

He seems happy all in all but this week developed some blood in his stool and yesterday vomited up his whole dinner. Two steps forward, one step back.

But we are doing what is best for him. And while he many never be healthy again, we can at least make him comfortable. The plan right now is to get him stabilized enough that he can return to his home, which we know he misses very much (when he sees pictures of his human his tail starts wagging like crazy and he gets the biggest smile across his face).

Forgive the bad picture from my phone; Toojoh wondering why I'm taking a picture instead of rubbing his belly!

The cats are getting disinterested in his, which is good for him but not so good for each other because they are back to being enemies! I guess for a while they felt united in their hatred of the new guy, but now he's old news.

Happy Monday!

-J

Friday, March 11, 2016

Understanding that its not all about me

When we took Toojoh into our care I felt like I often do when "rescuing" an animal. On top of the obvious feeling of joy in being able to assist an animal, and the sadness at their situation, I felt a feeling of self-righteousness! Look how kind I am; I can take care of this animal better; how could someone let it get this bad? And on top of this self-righteousness was an immense sadness. I can't believe this poor boy is so sick. It makes me so sad. I feel so sad for him. Why can't I just make him feel better? While I'd genuinely like to believe of myself that my intentions were entirely selfless and that I was taking Toojoh for his health and happiness, I focused a lot of the attention on myself. I've got to spend some of our wedding money,  I pouted to myself, I can't believe this is happening right now of all times.

What I did was, I made it about me.

But, it is not all about me.


Toojoh's health and happiness in this case should be the priority and my emotions regarding his health and his happiness are tertiary at most. Yes, I do believe that my happiness should be a priority for me. But sometimes it is appropriate to set aside your own feelings in order to do what is truly right for someone you love. In this case, I need to try to set aside my feelings to do what is right for Toojoh.

Relatedly, after a great conversation with my lovely friend here in Hamilton, I realized that my happiness cannot be dependent on the happiness of others. This includes my animal friends. I should still feel for them, but in the case of Toojoh, his sickness and his pain should not determine how I feel in every moment of the day. I need to remember to set aside some time to focus on my own needs and feelings as distinct from the needs and feelings of my animal companions. By taking care of myself like this I can become a better caregiver to them because I will no longer be making decisions for them that reflect my own feelings rather than theirs.

Easier said than, done, I guess. But the first step for me is going to be taking an hour to do yoga every day, just for me. The second step is setting aside at least an hour every day for each of my companions where their needs, in that hour, are my only priority. 1 uninterrupted hour for me, 1 uninterrupted hour for each of them.



On another note, my handsome fiance, VOMD, is headed to Ottawa to visit his best man for the weekend and me and the animals have the house to ourselves. I think sappy romance movies and obnoxious pop and country music will probably take up some of our time over the next couple of days while he is away!


Happy Friday!

Johanna


Thursday, March 3, 2016

Toojoh update and Getting through

If you don't already know, VOMD and I recently took in a dog who has a number of health issues. He is settling into our home in Hamilton and is scheduled to see a specialist on Monday this coming week. We are very hopeful about his future, but it is difficult to see him feeling so unwell and knowing that his future is uncertain.

 Last year I lost two of my animal friends due to old age and ongoing illnesses. Glenn the rabbit and Bobby Joe the guinea pig, were both getting up in years when I adopted them, but that didn't make their deaths easier to deal with. Losing Glenn especially, who was my cuddle friend, and such a sweet gentle girl, was very traumatizing. Losing a friend is always heartbreaking, but in the case of Toojoh, knowing that no matter what you do it is possible it will not be enough, is very hard to deal with. A very wise and kind friend told me last night, though, that I must remember to be present. Be joyful that he is with us and that he is happy. Don't get caught up thinking about possible futures. I'm going to try to take her advice.

I am lucky to have friends and family who are supportive of my decision to care for Toojoh, and who have always been supportive of my choices to care for animals in the past. We had some friends over for my birthday yesterday and it always feels nice to be around people who love and support you. Also, so far our campaign to raise money for Toojoh's vet bills and medication has had a few generous donors who have definitely given us more hope for this beautiful boy.

But I still cry a lot and try to steal myself away from him if I start to get sad. I want him to only be surrounded by joy and kindness. Animals, like small children, don't need to hear their caregiver cry about them. And animals are particularly receptive to emotions.

I'm trying not to be sad, and VOMD is making it easier for me to keep a smile on my face throughout this time.

If you would like to donate to Toojoh's campaign you can visit https://www.gofundme.com/Toojoh or if you prefer you can send an email money transfer to fraser.johanna (at) gmail.com

Happy Wednesday, folks.

-J


Monday, February 29, 2016

Toojoh

So, its been a while again, but I have a perfectly valid excuse: it has been an incredibly busy, hectic, and emotional couple of weeks. In the last couple of weeks we have had a meet and greet with VOMD's and my parents in North Bay, and house sat for my mother in Magnetawan; on top of that I've written about 20 pages of my thesis and edited like crazy, we've chosen wedding bands, we've visited VOMD's parents to talk about wedding decorations and other wedding related plans, and most importantly we've decided to adopt a dog who needs regular medical care.

Toojoh is a 10 year old dog who is probably, and I do not exaggerate, the sweetest dog every born! He's been dealing with food allergies, a skin condition and lots of other nagging issues for about 2 years, and this past weekend he was diagnosed with renal failure. He is my mother's dog and she loves him very much and has given him all the care she can, but now he has to see a specialist and so VOMD and I are taking him home with us to Hamilton so he can see a specialist at the University of Guelph's veterinary college.

We've set up a Go Fund Me campaign to raise funds for his care. His first vet visit cost $600 and his specialist is going to cost at least that much. With the medicine he will need, his specially formulated diet, and his future regular vet visits, getting him healthy, and keeping him happy and comfortable for the next couple years is going to cost us. It is worth it, obviously, but we are hoping that some generous, dog-loving folks will send some generosity our way to help with his medical fees.

If you would like to help out you can visit his campaign page at https://www.gofundme.com/Toojoh

Happy Monday, everyone!

-J


Monday, February 22, 2016

Update: I'm not sick anymore

For the better part of last few weeks I was battling a very brutal cold, and then playing catch up on everything I missed during said cold, so my decision to be fully back into blogging really didn't play out the way that I'd intended. Some how I still have a dry cough, three weeks after the first sniffle.

On the other hand, thanks to the insomnia that came with my cold I managed to get a lot of thesis writing done! Only about 50 pages to go, folks!

That sounds like an unbearably large number, but I think the goal should be to complete it in the next few weeks. But, I am very lucky to have won an award that pays my tuition for the Spring and Summer Semester, so if I do not defend on time, I do not have to worry about it impacting our wedding plans (thank goodness!).

I've not got anything to say today, except that it is Monday and I am happy. VOMD and I will be headed to play pool this evening with a couple friends, and then I am back to teaching tomorrow (after the February reading break last week, which was a much needed break while I made up for what was pushed aside while I was sick for two weeks).


After my cold, and the snow we got a couple weeks ago, I am now ready for summer. I can't wait to go outside and play!

Happy Monday!

-J