Monthly Archive for October, 2005

The Study Study

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The alert reader will have observed that I am lately enamored of studies. Or more precisely, of newspaper reports on studies illuminating the errant deviating weirdness of women.

Some mornings, as I gaze beyond the crema on my espresso to contemplate another dusty cobweb on the ceiling, I imagine that I will one day conduct a groundbreaking study of my very own. The study will focus on studies. No dearth of raw material would impede my mission. Two or three chicks-are-freaks-of-nature studies pop up in my mailbox every day. Chinese women are more fatigued than men. UK women are more unhappy than men. Indian women feel more pain than men. Saudi women are more totally fucked in every way than men.

It boggles the mind to consider all the resources and time and effort put into proving that women are odd.

All studies have a hidden agenda, and my study of studies would be no exception. My hidden agenda would be to expose a great truth: that studies purporting to expose great truths either (a) merely validate the widely-held beliefs of the mainstream or (b) advance the nefarious purposes of the studier.

Since my study study would probably not validate very many widely-held beliefs of the mainstream, it would necessarily advance the nefarious purposes of the studier–in this case, me. So I would give a free pass to reports like this one, which reveals that women retirees in the UK are four times more likely to die in poverty than men because they were absent from the work force for 20 years while, without compensation, they raised the kids and cleaned the toilets.

But I would be fairly relentless with "studies" such as this glittering gem from the Hindustan Times, headlined "Women Are Bigger Fibbers Than Men!" The survey on which this story reports shows that 73% of Britons in general lie at least once day, but the "fact" that most captivates is the one suggesting that a whopping 75% of women prevaricate daily, as opposed to a paltry 68% of men.

Or how about "WOW (The Wonders of Women)"? This survey was, according to the Malaysia Star, conducted to reveal "what makes Asian women tick," but it actually does nothing but track the spending habits of affluent female Malaysians. Who, it turns out, enjoy manicures and expensive bags and, though they "acknowledge that aging is inevitable, they wish to look forever young and beautiful" and so will cough up for cosmetics and beauty treatments and boob jobs and labiaplasties.

The things that makes poor Asian women tick–fear, loathing, hunger, disease, violence–don’t sell well in malls.

Got Sluts?

The US government is keeping track of irresponsible American round-heels. Quoth the AP, "Nearly 1.5 million babies, a record, were born to unmarried women in the United States last year."

Note that the AP does not say "bachelor dudes begat a record 1.5 million bastard offspring last year." In fact, the story doesn’t mention men at all.

It might seem surprising, given the mechanics of human reproduction, that the male component of all this baby-birthin’ is completely ignored. But remember: "single mothers" are a species unto themselves. They don’t reproduce according to the wishes of the Baby Jesus, with human men. Unlike married girls, single mothers were born with character flaws that make them (a) poor and (b) irresistible to invisible incubuses, who ravish’em, knock’em up, and say they’ll call when they won’t.

Japan To Sex Slaves: “Rape Was Not A War Crime Until 1949″

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Lee Ok-Sun, left

From an October 28 Amnesty International press release chastizing the Japanese government for its failure to take responsibility for the brutalities perpetrated against enslaved "comfort women" during WW II:

"I was taken to China when I was 16 years old," says South Korean national Lee Ok-sun, now aged 79. She was abducted and taken to Yanbian, north-eastern China — where she was forced into sexual slavery in a "comfort station".

"The age range of the girls was from 14 to 17 and they forced us to serve 40 to 50 soldiers a day," she says. "It was impossible to serve that many men, so I refused and was beaten. If a woman refused they cut her body with a knife; some girls were stabbed. Some girls got diseases and died… It was a painful experience — there was not enough food, not enough sleep and I couldn’t even kill myself. I desperately wanted to escape." Lee Ok-sun was in China for 58 years before she was able to return to South Korea.

The Best Bangs On The Market Today

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Patsy Stone models the latest in cancerwear

Yesterday my oncologist persuaded me to have a PET scan, which is one of those shoot-you-up-with-radioactive-isotopes-and-lie-absolutely -motionless-in-a-giant-metal-tube-for-an-hour dealios. Supposedly it will tell her (the oncologist) where else my disease has migrated, but according to the technician the results are classified until I have had a chance to enjoy 48 hours of panic attacks.

The PET scan experience was unpleasant, but I survived, largely due to a prophylactic Valium. The worst part was the dark little room where they parked me for 45 minutes while the glowing chemicals coursed their way throughout the Twisty physique; during this interim I was not allowed to move a muscle, which instruction extended even unto the thumbing of an issue of People magazine or the using of a cell phone or the lifting of the Twisty melon off the headrest. No, I was enjoined to recline on the ubiquitous Barcalounger and "relax," the latter of which was impossible due to the persistent cacophony of (a) a flaccid new age musical composition on permaloop and (b) a trickling tabletop fountain which sounded like an incontinent old man.

Then I had Cancer School, in which a chemo nurse addressed a group of the newly-diagnosed (seated, of course, in Barcaloungers) with a gripping litany of the repellent side effects of chemotherapy ("sores on your bottom"), recipes for home-made mouthwash ("for the sores in your mouth"), and suggestions for concealing one’s inevitable baldness ("lots of women use turbans").

Then I had a flu shot. Damn, that hurt. Almost as much as the idea of me in a turban.

Afterward my sister and I adjourned to P. Terry’s Burger Stand–currently my favorite burger stand–and ate burgers in P. Terry’s little outdoor burger-garden. The weather here in South Austin is still pretty clement, and the siren call of the outdoor burger-garden is difficult to resist. P. Terry makes a small, two-dimensional, crispy burger which I can recommend without hesitation.

He’s Gay, Jim

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First, and most importantly: Sulu comes out at last!

Second: Science Daily reports that the Netherlands is considering banning the burka on the grounds that it "could be used to conceal a terrorist." Which strikes me as completely cockamamie–since terrorists can just as easily be concealed in a pair of Dockers, or in a violin case–and and makes me yearn for that clear blue sunny day when governments decide to knock it off with the kneejerk banning of irrelevant stuff, already.

But then I read something like this, where couples in the throes of IVF in a Houston clinic are actually choosing the sex of their kids, and I want to puke a little, and kind of wish that somebody would kneejerkily ban it. I wish this because the whole idea of so-called "social sex selection" is predicated on the notion that one sex is better than another, which notion, it just so happens, is the driving force behind one of human history’s most popular perniciousnesses, the oppression of women.

It will lead to no good, I tell you whut.

Something Else

I’ll be away from my desk today, so I leave you with a needling little example of the patriarchal tendency to use language to cognitively separate women from the default (male) population. It comes in the form of a news story circulating in the UK and India about workers’ unhappiness with their wages:

"Nearly half of British employees think they are not paid enough, and women are even more dissatisfied with their wages, according to a survey on Thursday." [financialexpress.com]

At least eight different news outlets used this remarkable sentence to express the precept that "British employees" are male, whereas "women" are something else (and are, naturally, dissatisfied).

Twisty In TVLand

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Yesterday, in order to keep from putrefying around the Twisty bungalow like a lazy old tumor, I went on a house tour with my brother-in-law, who is some kind of real estate dude. The tour is called The Parade of Homes. The name of the tour, I discovered, is a bit misleading, since it is the tourists, rather than the homes, who do most of the parading.

The four model houses which I and my fellow paraders paid $12 a head to inspect were all in the same chi-chi subdivision in Lakeway, which is a suburb of Austin reserved for white people with dough. The houses were two- or three-million-dollar, 6000 sq. ft. fake Tuscan villas, and, I am sorry to say, were some of the ugliest dwellings I have ever had the misfortune to parade around.

The subdivision spotlighted by The Parade Of Homes was called TVs At The Oaks.

That’s because every house had a TV in every room. I’ve been in Best Buys that had fewer TVs. They were all hi-def plasma TVs, too. Some of the TVs retracted into the floor. Some of the TVs were hidden behind motorized paintings. Some of the TVs were fitted with their own TVs.

One house had a master bathroom that resembled St. Peter’s basilica, only bigger, and had, I kid you not, three TVs. In one bathroom! Three TVs!

All the houses had infinity-edge pools, covered terraces with fireplaces, waterfalls, outdoor kitchens and hot tubs. There were 2 or 3 TVs on each terrace. That’s alotta TVs.

All the houses had media rooms, too. Media rooms are dark, carpeted dens with giant TV screens covering entire walls, surround sound, full kitchens with TVs in them, bathrooms with TVs in them, and black leather reclining theater chairs with TVs in them. For some reason, these media rooms with the giant TVs depressed me even more than the fake Tuscanity of the exteriors.

When I got home, I ran to the bathroom (because they didn’t let you pee in any of the $2 million houses), where I felt severely under-TVed. A quick inventory revealed that there was not a single TV in my bathroom. Not one.

When I got back to my desk I ordered one.

Men’s Group Has Brilliant Idea

Check this out: "If you want to curb domestic violence, men need to be more responsible." That’s the zany notion that an Ocala, Florida group called Men Against Violence Against Women have come up with. At a recent meeting of the group, a klieg light flashed over the head of the Ocala police chief, who expressed his amazement at the novel concept that the perpetrators of assaults on women should actually be held accountable for their actions. "We always focus on the women," he said.

Smart Fat Married Chicks: “Me Not So Horny”

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A day without one of these stupid studies that show how women are somehow deficient or funky or odd, especially when it comes to sex, is like a day without pork mole tacos. So you can imagine how I flew into transports (a phrase I picked up in a fantasy novel) upon discovering this Canadian study, which finds that women with university educations, women who are married, and women who cut a robust figure all have lower sex drives than skinny, single, high school dropouts.

As the female "sex drive" is of paramount importance to a male-dominated society in which women are the sex class, studies revealing to a grateful nation which babes are most likely to put out after dancing the naked lambada on the table at Applebee’s are always popular.

Korean Sexologists: Women Lie

Great news! Korea has an Institute for Sexology! And, like all institutes for sexology, they’ve conducted a popular boys vs. girls study!

"It found that a mere 4.4 percent of women thought sex was important in marriage, compared with 77 percent of men — almost as many as the 74.8 percent of women who said it was unimportant. A substantial 20.2 percent said maybe it mattered (compared to 14 percent of men), but only 2 percent of married men said sex did not matter. When asked if prostitutes are needed to satisfy men’s sexual needs, 20.4 percent of women and 61 percent of men agreed."

That’s right! Men and women disagree about sex in Korea, too!

What particularly chaps the Twisty hide about this study is that it declines to accept as valid the non-sex-crazed views of the women respondents. Apparently most of the women who said they were content with their sex life also claimed to be content with the overall quality of their marriage, causing the Korean sexperts to leap to this flawed and patriarchocentric conclusion: that contentment with one’s sex life = getting laid. Whereas I would suggest that contentment might as easily be achieved by not having to put out for some asshole husband who’d rather be out whoring.