Pork mole taco from Tacodeli, South Austin. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more porkly, and more vesuviate.
For the sake of Truth on the Internet, if that’s not an oxymoron, allow me to clarify a small point: I have not, repeat NOT, sworn off fried shrimp tacos. But this does not mean I can refrain from composing lyric odes to the pork mole taco at Tacodeli. Pulled pork copiously augmented with onion, cilantro, queso fresco and a fairly transcendent mole sauce, for some reason it weighs about 32 pounds, which is nearly big enough to quell the taco-pangs of today’s busy spinster aunt-on-the-go. Bonus: every time I go to Tacodeli, which sits adjacent to the Barton Creek greenbelt, I swear I see at least one hippie in a woolen Guatemalan beanie crawling out from the verdure, blinking and gasping like the first lungfish to climb ashore out of the primordial ooze.
Meanwhile, Res Publicaâ€™s excellent comment (from yesterday’s what-about-the-men pile-up), in response to LeisureGuy’s having expressed seemly contrition over his unfamiliarity with the customs of the local squaws, deserves its own post. You go girl!
As someone who tries to live as a feminist man, let me offer this in response to your "What next?":
Trust what women say about their experiences. Let them interpret the meaning of those experiences without unwanted male "help". Understand that patriarchy is one big monster with a lot of little manifestations, so you can’t let "little things" pass. Sexist and degrading jokes are on a continuum of behavior with rape and wife-beating. Never let that shit pass without comment. Use the "F word" – say that you are a feminist. Don’t take women’s frustrations about men personally; understand that there’s 10,000 years of oppression behind their anger, and they are fully justified in it.
The hardest thing for me has been to own up to the degree to which patriarchy has both shaped my thinking and granted me male privilege which I may refute, but from which I have still benefited. Thatâ€™s not fun to think about, but itâ€™s important work, similar to the realization that whether I like it or not, as a white person, I benefit from our racist culture. It helps one move from a position of noncommittally affirming oneâ€™s personal goodness to a more active stance of owning oneâ€™s participation in the system and declaring oneâ€™s intention to undo the very system by which one has benefited.
Thatâ€™s just my two cents, anyway. I donâ€™t think itâ€™s about staying away from women. I think itâ€™s about realizing that patriarchy is the cultural field in which we all live. You can support it, or you can fight it, but there’s no neutral stance.
[Res P. does some fine food-o-centric patriarchy-blaming at his own blog, too]