Monday, March 20, 2023

"KARENS" -- Hating Women is Hip Again!

 

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KARENS --

Hating Women is Hip Again!


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When did the name "Karen" become a meme for an entitled, racist White woman? It's not clear, but this "Oh, she's a Karen" business was always about hating women, specifically white women, and telling them to keep quiet.


Calling women Karens is a way to blame racism on white women. I can't help but wonder why there's no equivalent "name" for racist white men.


Let us not forget the White MEN, sometimes don't even BOTHER to call the police when they feel threatened by a Black man -- they just KILL him! When George Zimmerman murdered Trayvon Martin, why didn't people start calling racist White men "George"?


Hmmm....


Could it be the same reason that the Trans Movement wants to call WOMEN "people who menstruate" but has never mentioned the possibility of calling MEN "people who ejaculate"? Or perhaps "people who piss all over the toilet seat"?


It's so much easier to ridicule, attack and rename women, isn't it? After all, MEN still have the power, right? We don't want to upset THEM by making them collectively guilty for the racist violence of SOME White men!


When a white MAN does something horrific, like murder a Black man jogging in his neighborhood, HE only represents HIMSELF. When a White WOMAN overreacts to a possible threat from a Black man, SHE represents ALL White WOMEN. Collective guilt has been used against women, Jews, and every ethnic group -- especially Black people -- for hundreds of years. In fact, it's probably been used against every group except White men.


Nevertheless, I really did hope "Evil Karen" would fade away. But when I walked into my neighborhood hardware store and saw this "Karens in the Wild Coloring Book," I realized that the meme of Racist Big-Mouthed Karen is not just alive --- it's flourishing.


Here for your edification:


DRUNK KAREN

She's out of control! (something that never happens to MEN, when they've had a drop too much)



THEME PARK KAREN

She doesn't scream or smile on the roller coaster -- What an uptight White bitch!



FLIGHT ATTENDANT KAREN

Only an entitled racist White woman would send someone to the economy seats just because they didn't have a first class ticket!




"I AM THE MANAGER" KAREN

She actually thinks she has the right to tell other people what to do!




GIRLFRIEND'S MOM KAREN

How dare she ask her daughter's boyfriend what he does for a living!




ACTIVEWEAR KAREN

She wants a very specific coffee drink!




PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE KAREN

She dislikes an idea!




2AM SOCIAL MEDIA KAREN

She gets pissed off!



And my personal favorite:

CRAZY OLD KAREN

An old White woman thinks she has rights?!? She's out of her mind!



This does not by any means exhaust the images in the coloring book. But I think you get the idea.


And what is the message of all these words and images? A White woman cannot be a manager, cannot be an airline attendant, cannot run for President, cannot order a fancy coffee, cannot ride a roller coaster, cannot get drunk, cannot comment on social media, cannot ask her daughter's boyfriend questions, and cannot get old without risking being called a Karen.


In other words:

WHITE WOMEN, SHUT UP!


Perhaps some of you are thinking, "Oh, come on. It's just a joke. Relax!" That's what one of the men at the hardware store said. But if these were racist or antisemitic stereotypes instead of woman-hating stereotypes, would you still be telling me to relax? Why is still okay -- not just okay but the height of cool -- to hate women?


Perhaps some of you are thinking, "Okay, this book is obnoxious, but it has no effect on what happens in the world."


Think again.


WORDS ARE POWERFUL.

THEY SHAPE HOW WE SEE OTHER PEOPLE.


This is the San Francisco Chronicle's report on a political struggle engulfing Vallejo, a small city in the East Bay. The City Council was split on how to deal with a homeless encampment:


  • "City Council Member Hakeem Brown lashed out at constituents on Facebook after losing a vote on a sanctioned tent camp. After resident Annie Wheat read Brown's posts, she emailed the mayor and others, saying 'Claiming an entire group of residents to be racist is bullying and utter nonsense.' Brown wrote Wheat, saying he would not sit down for any "Karens," a term for a White woman who summons the police to report perceived slights by people of color."


So Council Member Brown doesn't have to figure out how to respond to Wheat's words. He simply negates her right to be part of the debate by branding her a "Karen."



WORDS ALSO SHAPE

HOW WE SEE OURSELVES.


While investigating the Karen issue on Google, I stumbled upon this statement in a thread of comments:


"I am a White woman named Karen, but I am proud to say......

I will never be A Karen! Why?

Because I will never call the police or ask to see the manager!"


Well, alright then, Karen! You're welcome to come and sit meekly at Vallejo City Council meetings!


This woman is actually willing to surrender her right to object to how people treat her, in order to avoid the dreaded "Karen" label. That makes my blood run cold.


CONGRATULATIONS, PATRIARCHY!

THERE'S ONE LESS WOMAN WHO WILL MAKE A FUSS.



All for now, Bloggellinis!

Terry






Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Go See "Frayed Stories of Life" at Arc Gallery in SF!

 

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February 15, 2023


"Frayed Stories of Life"

Unique & Beautiful

Closes Feb. 18


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I urge you to go see this exhibit which closes on Saturday.

Below is the statement of Rachel Leibman, curator of "Frayed Stories of Life," textile work by twelve artists, all women:


"This exhibit features artists who view textile art as a through line that connects past, present, and future. These artists pay homage to the fiber art of our forebears but do not attempt to replicate it. Their artwork is made for and of our times, employing surprising materials such as moth cocoons, electric cables, watch parts, plastic bags and video tape. They use these objects to shape, and even mend, the frayed stories of life."



I walked through the unassuming door of Arc Gallery on 1246 Folsom Street to enter a wonderland of quirky, offbeat, and surprising beauty, in this exhibit of textile art.


The Gallery is open with social-distancing 1-6PM on Wednesdays & Thursdays and 12-3PM on Saturdays.

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Arc Gallery encourages but does not require visitors to wear face masks.

Below are just a few of the amazing artworks. I tell you, this exhiibit was so much fun! I'm sure you're wondering what a resourceful artist can do with moth cocoons:


These strange forms are by Dale Eastman. The being on the left is titled It's Never the Whole Story. The piece on the right is A Conference of Moths.


Eastman used: ceranchia apollina silk moth cocoons,

electronic capacitors and radial varistors. chicken wire and linen covered wire.


What the hell are radial varistors? Where does one find so many discarded moth cocoons? There are so many mysteries about this work, and the work itself has a powerful mysterious quality. It evokes zombies, birds nests. It's kinda creepy and I love it.





I photographed this from an angle to try to catch the layers and textures. These nine pieces by Holly Wong are titled Psyche Series (Psyche 3-11)

collaged paintings, drawings & fabric on wood panel. Wong just cut up a lot of her old work to make this new work. The net and other diaphanous fabrics give the Psyche Series an ethereal beauty. Below are all nine:



Linda Tapscott's Vessels of Life, below, are made of painted canvas, reed, and hemp twine, among other things. I didn't get the complete list of materials.

On the right is a close-up of two of the vessels, photographed for the catalog. By the way, you can buy the catalog of Frayed Lives. I'm seriously considering it. To buy the catalog, click here.


I think of these objects as spirit boats. I would love to have one to use in rituals. After all, the artist named them vessels, which means they are calling to be used. If I had one, I would put in something that I wished to journey away, something I had trouble letting go of -- like a torn-up paper representing a relationship with someone gone from my life, someone I couldn't stop thinking about. I'm thinking about a close friend who I have broken with permanently. It's good to have a few ritual objects around. Hmmmm...




Below is the work by Michelle Echenique called Unmuzzled. It is made entirely of the wires that hold the corks on champagne bottles, which are called muselets.

This is just the coolest thing -- a magical waterfall made from those thingies on champagne bottles that I didn't even know had a name! Muselet! So French, so romantic-sounding. "Ah, my little Muselet, I will love you forever!" Much more seductive than "Ah, my little wire thingie that holds the cork on the champagne bottle..." Muselet. I love that word. I'm going out to the liquor store when I finish this blog and get me a Muselet!


Echenique spent ten years collecting muselets for this sculpture. The title, iUnmuzzled, conjures up something being released. I imagine Rapunzel leetting down her gorgeous waterfall of hair. But hair lacks the quality of these hundreds of muselets, which can be seen through and remind one of fish hooks and eyeglass frames and ... what else?

Unmuzzled -- the title, the material, the object itself -- they are all very evocative. What does Unmuzzled evoke for you, Bloggellinis?





Below is a series by Rinat Goren, My Cup of Tea, made from -- you guessed it -- used tea bags! Hey, some artists drink champagne and others drink tea.

I am a major tea drinker, and I was astonished at all the subtly different tones she got from all those teabags. This and Unmuzzled take recycling to the transcendent level of art. I found My Cup of Tea hilarious and delightful.



Last but not least, one of Rachel Leibman's contributions. made of antique safety pins, wire, and rivets, Swaddled.

Even before I saw the title, I immediately thought Baby Blanket! And the wonderful irony of composing a blanket out of the very object that holds the diapers on -- safety pins! And then there's the downright adorability of antique safety pins. What an amazingly simple object a safety pin is. And yet, not so simple after all. The safety pin needed to be invented.


According to Google:

  • "Walter Hunt invented the safety pin substantially as we know it today in 1849. His improved pin design included a clasp that covered the point and kept it from opening, and a circular twist at the bend to act as a spring and hold it in place."

Hunt has a place in the National Inventors Hall of Fame -- as well he should, and I know that Leibman would agree with me.


Below is a close-up of Swaddled, in all its gorgeously colored glory. The wires give this work a rich quality, as if it were made with precious metals.



I've given you a taste of Frayed Stories of Life. There are so many more artists. And I only showed a sampling of the work that these six artists had in this show. Such a fountain of creativity, resourcefulness, humor and beauty.

Please go see this show before it closes. It's open until 6pm today, Wednesday and on Thursday and Saturday, 12-3pm.


Dear Bloggellinis: What fun to see the exhibit and what fun to write about it. I only wish I hadn't procrastinated QUITE so long to do the blog. Oh well. Your Blogmistress has many fine qualities. But doing things in a timely fashion is not one of them. But Carolyn says I've become more endearing as I've gotten less organized. So there! IF YOU ARE LOCAL, GO SEE THIS SHOW! Terry



Monday, February 6, 2023

DON'T WATCH THE VIDEO!

 

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DON'T WATCH THE VIDEO!


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Many people are speaking out about NOT watching the video of Tyre Nichols being beaten by the Memphis police.


In an Op-Ed piece in the San Francisco Chronicle titled "Why you absolutely should not watch the Tyre Nichols Police killing video," journalist Julie Scelfo writes:

Questlove, a musician and producer, has always seemed to me to have an amazing grip on his humanity.


In yesterday's Chronicle, there was a letter to the editor from Monika Fabijanska, who read Scelfo's warning too late:

  • As a curator, I felt obliged to watch it. And yet, I simply wish I could unwatch it... I come from a country with a horrible history, and I have been exposed to themes and expressions of violence for a long time. I've been working for a year with Ukrainians and felt the psychological impact of the war myself, and yet I wish I didn't watch Nichols' beating. This particular footage can do a lot of harm to the entire society; it violates us in a whole different way than things we've seen before.


So apparently, there seems to be something particularly horrible about The Nichols video that crosses some line.


But, despite being traumatized, Fabijanska goes on:

  • And yet, I cannot support the idea of censoring it. We want transparency, and we got it. Only successful reforms could justify my carrying this senseless death in my eyes forever.


So here's our dilemma: We need transparency in order to correct great injustices. I think we can all agree that it is a positive thing that we have video so that we know how Tyre Nichols died. HOWEVER, watching that video traumatizes us in a harmful way.


Scelfo feels there IS a way to watch such a video without being traumatized:

  • There is a time and a place for viewing videos of human rights violations: Settings like a museum or classroom where the content can be viewed with advance warning and in community with others, help separate the experience of the encounter from ordinary life, and help us process and make sense of it. 


I don't agree with Scelfo's belief that such a "safe" context could mitigate the trauma of seeing those images. I think she, and Questlove, have got it right when they clearly state:

DON'T WATCH THIS VIDEO!


And I would go even further:

DON'T WATCH ANY VIOLENT VIDEOS!

YOU DON'T NEED THOSE IMAGES IN YOUR HEAD!


Yes, some people in the police department and city government need to watch the video of Tyre Nichols' fatal beating by the police. People on juries for the trials of the police officers might have to see the video many times.


For me, it's enough that I know the circumstances of Nichols' death, that I know video exists of the beating. That's ENOUGH!


Personally, I have no tolerance for seeing violence. I didn't watch the Nichols video. I didn't watch the George Floyd video. When I was doing errands on 24th Street and heard there had been a terrible car crash, I fled in the opposite direction. I've been known to sit on the floor of the lobby in the movie theater, waiting for a violent movie to be over, so I can get a ride home from whoever I came with. I will do whatever I can to avoid violent images.


I did not escape one terrible still image that I will "carry in my eyes forever," as Fabijanska so eloquently puts it. It was a photo on the front page of the New York Times the day after 9/11. I won't describe it because I don't want to inflict it on anyone. There was a real controversy at the time over whether the Times should have published the photo at all, let alone on the front page. All I can say is, I wish I could "unsee" that image.


I don't think I'm a person who avoids trying to understand the terrible things that happen in this world. I spent five years immersed in reading about the Holocaust, in order to write a play about the subject. I still often read about the Holocaust. Just two weeks ago, I read a woman's very graphic account of violence she had witnessed. At the time I read it, I wished that I could "unread" her descriptions. Now, two weeks later, I only clearly remember being upset. I cannot remember exactly what the woman described. But 22 years after I saw that photo on the NY Times front page, I can remember it clearly. I FEEL it permanently and vibrantly residing inside my skull.


One picture is worth a thousand words. Everyone has heard that old saying. For me, it's true. That 9/11 photo is a thousand times more permanent in my memory than any description of violence that I've read.


If watching the police beat Nichols is a thousand times more powerful than reading about it, you could say that's a GOOD thing. Then people will be a thousand times more empowered to take action to prevent future police violence. But Questlove and the Fabijanska didn't speak of being EMPOWERED. They felt INJURED by watching the video.


According to the NY Times article, children are deeply affected by media violence:

 

Following the Sept. 11 attack, researchers documented how young children had developed acute stress reactions and PTSD from cumulative exposure to media coverage of the event, even though they didn’t personally know any victims. 


Media exposure to the terrorist attack at the 2013 Boston Marathon similarly precipitated PTSD symptoms in children and adolescents with those who already suffered from various stressors most likely to be affected.  


In short, there is a cumulative, traumatic effect of our current media landscape, and protecting mental health requires that we make careful distinctions about what type of media is appropriate to consume in various settings, by specific audiences. 

We are all now so aware of the terrible things happening all over the world. Of course, it is good that we understand that injustice is widespread and deep. How do we embrace this truth without being overwhelmed by it? The discussion about the Nichols video is an important opening into this very important question.


Dear Bloggellinis: Did any of you watch the video? If so, how did it affect you? What are Bloggellinis thinking about this issue? Are others also as violence-phobic as I am? I'm interested in your responses. Terry



Monday, January 23, 2023

A TINY CASTRO RAMBLE

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A Tiny Castro Ramble


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Below in the Castro:

A Large Plywood Gallery's Latest Art Exhibition

It's been a while since I've done a Rambling Blog. I haven't been on any really long walks lately. Weather trouble, back trouble, foot trouble, ankle trouble. But my toes are just dandy! They used to be a major transportation issue. And back, foot and ankle seem to be progressing so expect a major Ramble soon!


Above & Below: street gallery that continues to be repainted:

This strange being on the right is my favorite part of the triptych. I do believe I have the right to call it a triptych, although that's usually reserved for the likes of Hieronymus Bosch. Okay, this ain't no Garden of Earthly Delights. But perhaps a Garden of Castro

Delights?













There is a series of these photographic portraits scattered around. Usually they are partly torn off. There's always a statement about the person by the (unnamed) photographer that humanizes the subject. Powerful.


And moving off Castro Street, rambling in the 'hood:

This front yard (right) is sometimes fabulously fancy. At the moment, it only boasts a lovely and lonely chandelier.





Below: The Mouse House. It has been the Mouse House as long as I've been in the 'hood. It used to be painted turquoise (sigh of longing) but at least Mickey is still there


Went to State Street park, very hidden, lovely views. After all the rivers of water, much was blocked off. I am not always a respecter of yellow caution tape, but this time I called Nikki to get his doggie ass out of the danger area.



Just a beautiful Victorian, one of my faves:


Never noticed the sign below before. Has it always been there? I'm frequently astonished at the things I've been walking by for years without seeing.



I love this window below. The Native American on the left has been there for a while. The strange multiple portrait is new.


And in the upper window:



Another one of those gorgeous portraits: "Vincent (unhoused): 'I don't know why people litter.'"



I think of this image below as Andy Warhol. Do any Bloggellinis have suggestions?



And let's end with an old-fashioned San Francisco Victorian fantasia:




All for now, Bloggellinis! Terry