Hypocricy

•February 18, 2012 • Leave a Comment

TEH MENZ panel on religious freedom, NOT BIRTH CONTROL GUISE!!11!1!!111111eleventyONE

Yesterday’s sausage fest, er, I mean… congressional hearing on how birth control is apparently one degree of separation too close (cooties!) to religious institutions got me thinking. Given that one of the key moral objections to birth control is that sex is supposed to be solely for procreation, does not the financial investment of sex (via insurance coverage of ED medication) when procreation is either unlikely or impossible (via UNREGULATED insurance coverage of ED medication) weigh heavy on the consciences of religious institutions?

Where are the objections and congressional hearings and cries of moral discomfort suffered by religious institutions due to the essentially unregulated access men have to ED medication?

Wouldn’t these institutions FEEL better if their insurance companies covered ED medication ONLY for men that were married to women of child-bearing age and were actively trying to conceive (signed affidavit, yo!)?

Would not their consciences be assuaged only after those men had undergone rigorous and compulsory tests to ensure acceptable sperm count and motility?

Wouldn’t they sleep easier at night knowing that since EVERY SPERM IS SACRED, we’ll have none of that business of ejaculating into a plastic cup when men would be required to avail themselves of TOTALLY NECESSARY procedures like the aspiration of epididymal sperm to ensure that only as small a sampling as possibly needed is obtained?

And I don’t wanna hear from TEH MENS! They are obviously biased. Anyways, this is just about ensuring religious institutions’ money doesn’t get too close too quickly to godless wantons is spent in a manner that is consistent with their moral code.

Never mind that since these same institutions are barred from discrimination in hiring practices, they will inevitably hire someone whose moral code is not in accordance with their own. Someone who will likely at some point use wages they’ve received from that institution in a manner, again, not in accordance with the institutions’ moral code.

In short, where’s the REST of their outrage?!

Pally Healing or I Think I Need a Break Before I Hurt Myself

•September 22, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Whack-a-Mole. Fast Track to a Repetitive Stress Injury. The Warlock’s Whipping Boy. There’s no role/class combination for feeling like the group’s personal bitch like healing as a pally. On my other healers I take petty glee in responding to life tap-happy locks with cheap and wimpy instants like Riptide or Lifebloom. (That’s right. Lifebloom. Not even Rejuvenation. Well… if they don’t max-rank lifetap up the last 2% of their mana, I’ll splurge on a rejuv) But on my pally I have to either dedicate actual cast times or not insignificant swaths of mana to the task: spam Flash of Light, which is approximately 5 casts more than I like deigning on a lock, or obscenely expensive instant or long casts, which are far more mana that I want to spend in support of that vile habit.

Pally’s have no hot’s (I’m talking lvl 70 lfg’ing), no bubbles (with a cooldown reasonably counted in seconds), no aoe healing (not counting glyphs); nothing that works for you while you might steal a moment to drink which, speaking as someone who makes an art out of sneaking in a swig or three while the tank gets to the next pack, is monumentally frustrating! And that’s before the tank that’s been pulling, at what honestly would be a very reasonable rate were I on a priest or resto shammy or druid at this level, ends up ticking my mana down a little more every pull, because I don’t have enough time to drink the previous fight’s deficit despite my harried gulping. The end result being that every 5 pulls or so as I’m scraping at the bitter dregs and in the midst of typing out a gasping “WAIT I NEEDS TO DRINK TO FULL NAO YOU IMPATIENT WANNABE ENERGIZER BUNNY,” (which I hate cos, really, who enjoys having to sit through the ENTIRE 30s of a drink), when he oh-so-helpfully writes in party chat…

mana up

..    .

I think Aimo‘s interpretation of a certain Orlesian Sister-in-Law’s reaction to a, granted, unlikely scenario perfectly illustrates my sentiment towards their suggestion:

"What is this 'mana,' tank?!?!"

"What is this 'mana,' tank?!?!"

Given my experiences so far, it seems like to heal someone you mostly need to plant your feet and actively be casting something on them.  With other healing classes, to one degree or another, there’s something you can do that amounts to doing two things at once: hots, bubbles, reactive healing. And this kind of single-mindedness has been frustratingly unforgiving to me. Either that or I need to be friendlier with my holy shock key. Or get used to the long cast time that is Holy Light. Or bite the bullet and spec into Beacon and deal, somehow, with its insane mana cost. With Holy Shock, I know I’m missing out occasionally cos I think it’s still on CD since I’m used to Swiftmend’s longer CD. It’s more expensive than both Swiftmend and Riptide, which makes me wary about just keeping it on cooldown. It’s worth bugger all in terms of increased hps if you’re spamming FoL already. HL just seems to always overheal for a ton, but if someone is actually at a deficit where HL would be appropriate, they’d not likely survive its nigh-interminable first cast time. I hesitate to preemptively cast because of its similarly obscene mana cost. Hell, if I just spam FoL, for the most part the tank will be okay. And then there’s Beacon which, in leveling gear at 70, costs more than a tenth of my buffed mana bar.  As such, I’ven’t even specced into it yet so if more than one other person starts taking damage (I’m looking at you, mr. I like to melee while the runcaster’s fire shield is up), and interrupting the tank’s FoL spam for a Holy Shock every 5s ain’t enough, they’re pretty much SOL.

Despite the ranting, there’s something that keeps bringing me back to pally healing, especially considering this is actually my second attempt at a holy paladin. It’s  the challenge, I think, in learning a different approach to healing. My horde pally stalled at 67, but Fuschia’s already 70 and she’s got one thing going for her: the pre ex-pac doldrums are prime alt-leveling time. So we’ll see. Maybe, hopefully, healing in the 70’s will be a better experience.

Breaking Monotony

•April 20, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I was picking up my mail just minutes ago when the screeching of tires and  metal and glass startled me out of the moment. Behind me, not 15 yards away, a car pulling into the apartment complex was slammed into by another car careening along the right lane, likely hidden by the line of cars idling in the left lane. The shock of noise is just so foreign to my daily experience. As I type this, my heart rate is still faster than it should be for the usually sedate nature of weekday afternoons. I’m reminded of a lunch hour a few weeks back spent watching the billowing smoke clouds from a nearby fire. A coworker, upon seeing the sight wondered aloud about why we were drawn to the sight. It’s the same thing: events so out of place demand attention. I stand by the mailbox going over every bit of mail while watching the aftermath of the crash unfold. Tensed, heart beating like I just sprint a quarter mile, nothing but empathy swimming in my mind, I head back to the apartment, take one last look as I close the door, and scold myself for sitting here trying to recapture the quiet calm of the usual afternoon.

And you thought Niagra Falls was big

•March 26, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Before I moved to my current job, I worked in a used bookstore. Specifically, I was the keeper of the World History section. And one of the infinitely cool things about being responsible for shelving books in a particular area was the frequent and totally arbitrary discovery of  tidbits of information as one tried to figure out where a book would go. For example…

Once upon a time, the Mediterranean Sea looked like Death Valley; a huge below-sea-level desert. Some 5 million years ago though, the strait of Gibraltar busted open and the Atlantic flooded the Mediterranean basin to its current state over the course of 100ish years. For the time that the falls were active, water flowed in at a rate of 40,000 cubic kilometers per year. By comparison (and assuming the sites where I got the information are at least remotely accurate), Niagara Falls flows at the relatively paltry rate of a mere 17.9 cubic kilometers per year.

Cubic kilometers per year is already an awkwardly huge unit to think in, but just the ratio of 40,000 to 17.9 is mind blowing all on its own. And then! Not just the ratio but the fact that something that’s as seemingly constant and present and unchanging in our world as the Mediterranean Sea simply did NOT exist at an earlier point of time. Anything. EVERYTHING can change.

Racism should be like stepping on someone’s foot

•March 25, 2010 • Leave a Comment

How’s that for a glib and sensationalistic post title?

I think it makes a certain sort of sense though and expresses an idealism that’s not at all common in discussions of the former, saddled with “uncomfortable” baggage that makes the use of euphemism so attractive.

Say that you’re at a dance. You’re standing off to the side enjoying the music and watching others dance when one of the dancers whirls by too closely and steps on your foot, but doesn’t notice. They twirl off, completely enraptured by the music and the moment. You now have to make a choice: either you leave them be, dancing along their merry way where they might potentially step on another person’s foot, or you speak up: “Hey, you stepped on my foot. Might want to be a bit more cautious in the future.”

Now, say you decided to speak up and the person replies with something along the lines of “What?! I’m just dancing here, having a good time! Since I would never dream of stepping on someone’s foot I *know* I didn’t step on yours. I was raised to not step on people’s feet, that’s just the kind of person I am. In fact, I’m really hurt by your accusations, how could you even say such a thing?!” Their reaction doesn’t really make sense because of a few points:

Firstly, it completely dismisses your point of view. By claiming they couldn’t have stepped on your foot they’re saying that at best, you imagined it or that at worst, you flat-out lied. It’s not at all a stretch of the imagination to consider that, being completely wrapped up in dancing, they simply didn’t notice that they stepped on your foot. We’re just human beings after all, not omniscient machines: our attention cannot be everywhere at once. Given the fact that you experience physical pain when your foot is stepped on, it makes sense that you would damn well know if your foot was stepped on. So while they may not have noticed it, it’s not at all hard to take you at your word. In other words, it’s easy to accept that your point of view informs the situation more than theirs.

Secondly, it’s an overreaction. A person wouldn’t feel threatened or attacked if you’d just pointed out that they’d stepped on your foot. You’re not accusing them of being some horrible foot-hater that they should feel the need to defend themselves. It was a gaff, an accident, like dropping a bit of pudding on your shirt. And it’s common courtesy to just apologize and go back to the dancing with a bit more awareness of the dance floor. It’s as simple a solution as that.

Now.

Imagine the situation wasn’t someone stepping on your foot, but making a racist comment.

Everything I wrote still applies.

If people’s reactions to having their racist comments pointed out went more like their reaction to someone pointing out that they stepped on someone’s foot, conversations about racism would be far more productive and informative than they are currently, bogged down as conversations become with precisely the above kind of nonsense.

I see it now

•March 8, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Touched off by an interesting thread on the Song of Ice and Fire Forums, I’ve been trying to be more aware about how I think, how I process information. Especially the visual side of it. After reading one person’s post on how they are very much NOT visual readers, so much so as to become frustrated with extensive descriptions, my own habits suddenly came into sharp relief. I am very much a visual reader but had never really thought others might not be as well. Finding out other people think differently than you do? That’s a free pass to navel-gazing, s’what that is: acknowledge perceptions previously taken as axioms.

So yes, visual reader. While reading novels I always have a mental movie of what’s going on: this person is standing like so, I’m looking into the room from this angle, the lighting is such, etc. Naturally, if the author offers more detail, the mental image is more in line with their descriptions but there is always basic setting, figures, ambiance, etc… even if it means filling in a few gaps. The more compelling the story at a given point, the more detailed the mental image. And I’m more likely to remember certain literal scenes, images, from a novel than where exactly that scene fit in the story, or even the larger narrative arc.  Watching a movie after having read the book it’s  based on is an exercise in frustration: “this isn’t how it looks in the book!” Reading the book after watching its movie heavily influences my mental imagery but doesn’t cause the same dissonance as going book–>movie.

The limits of experience

•March 6, 2010 • Leave a Comment

There is a distinction between saying “that was a sexist comment,” and “you’re sexist for saying that.” All the time in conversations I see someone point out “that was a sexist comment” and people replying with “How can you say that?! I’m not sexist!” Well, we’re not talking about the speaker. We’re talking about the comment. But because it came out of the speaker’s mouth, they’re more inclined to feel personally affected, those being their words. However, trying to keep the distinction in mind is crucial to not going insane. Because our experience is limited, our intent only goes so far.

It takes humility to own up to a mistake. And it’s easier to decry “I didn’t MEAN it that way!” than to admit that one simply didn’t consider how others might interpret one’s words differently. And it’s not because one’s an anti-equality heathen, but simply because they didn’t think about it. One can only live their life as their self. It’s not malice, it’s just… the limits of a human being’s experience to their own and not being privy to everyone else’s in that same personal way. It’s difficult to imagine how the experiences of others might make those others feel differently.  It’s literally impossible to live the experiences of another. After all, we’re not the Borg: we cannot literally hear the thoughts of other people. Or Betazoids: we cannot literally feel the emotions of other people. We can only talk about our own and hear or read about those of others.

Because of the limits of our own experience (we’re not all-knowing), we have to accept that others’ experiences make them better informed in matters that affect them. Indeed, they have authority in deciding that something does in fact affect them. To argue otherwise is to argue, for example, that a bird knows better than a fish about life in water.

The Problem with ‘girl’

•March 6, 2010 • Leave a Comment

It’s always bothered me that “girl,” with its infantile connotations, be a vague equivalent to “guy” or even “man” in certain informal contexts. Reading a thread about it out in the wilds, I feel the need to explore why exactly it is that more often than not, being referred to as a girl makes my eye twitch.

While you can try to take “girl” out of its female child meaning (by giving it other meanings), I say it’s impossible to take the female child meaning out of the word girl because (and this is my theory) native speakers learn it first to mean female child, which I think is safe to say by virtue of how children begin learning and applying words to themselves and their environment. Only later would a native speaker’s mental dictionary be appended to include a second (or broader) definition as an informal female “guy” or “man” equivalent. And not until later still, if at all, would the question of the various etymologies of those meaning be brought up. I would venture to say that for “girl,” order of exposure would have a greater influence in arranging the mental hierarchy of definitions over the more academic and removed order etymologies could offer. Now, for how this mental hierarchy of meanings is relevant…

To use a word with multiple meanings is to risk allusion to those other meanings, especially if one meaning is more frequent. The “primary” meaning will exert a kind of allusory influence over all other meanings, coloring their connotations in accordance with the strength of the allusion, which may differ between speaker and listener. For example: using “fag” in the UK’s cigarette sense in the US is not at all a good idea because of the derogatory meaning it has in the US. Take another word, “home,” for example would likely first be learned as the place where a child lives with their family. And in fact it is this sense that its euphemistic use in the phrase “retirement home” alludes to. “Home”‘s first meaning influences, indeed inspires, its other use and NOT the other way around! I think for some, myself included as well as others in this thread, non-primary uses of “girl” suffer this allusory influence from the female child meaning to the point that all secondary usage is distasteful.

Speaking as someone who at points past in her life was a child and thus was referred to as a girl, “girl” in the female child sense is first in my mind, particularly for having identified with it first for a significant portion of my life. I have not been a child now for many years and yet to have that same word still used to refer to me is at best imprecise and at worst insulting depending on usage, intent, etc. (most days, it’s merely irksome for lack of time one can afford to think on it and writing this remedies that itch somewhat.) But back to imprecise: imprecise in exactly the sense that for example, “corner” alone is imprecise for still having to specify between “IN the corner” versus “ON or AT the corner” whereas Spanish has words for each distinction: “rincón” and “esquina” respectively. “Girl” was part of my identity until I was no longer a child. But instead of wholly embracing “woman” as a new word for my new identity I am asked to keep the same word and merely accept that an arguably different (or broader) meaning is now intended. For using the same word, it’s no wonder the thought comes unbidden that perhaps those different meanings are not so different if a single word is deemed good enough.

As for intent and looking only at the “positive” connotations:

Interpretation by the listener is at least as valuable as the intent of the speaker. From a “standard resource on privilege:” “I was taught to see racism only in individual acts of meanness, not in invisible systems conferring dominance on my group.” Claiming the use of “girl” as a deliberate act of meanness is simple and straightforward enough. However, what’s at work here and what’s problematic with “girl” is how it perpetuates unearned dominance of the male in that “man” or “guy” do not suffer the connotations of immaturity, inexperience, and weakness that do color the meaning of “girl” when used in the same informal sense that “man” and “guy” are used.The good and the bad are tied up in one word, there is ambiguity that exists in “girl” and that ambiguity risks greater disconnect between speaker intent and listener interpretation.

Merely ignoring certain connotations does not make them go away. Secondary uses of “girl” influence women in ways it can NEVER influence men by virtue of the fact that “girl” can be applied both negatively and positively to women’s identity: being referred to or labeled as such. Thus, women’s identity is tied into ALL the meanings and connotations of “girl.” Yes, perhaps youthfulness, vibrancy, and liveliness, but also inexperience, weakness, and immaturity. Using “girl” beyond its primary sense risks the perpetuation of the connotations of inexperience, weakness, and immaturity, to larger groups. While those connotations are applicable in the female child sense as much as they are applicable to “boy,” they are very much unwelcome in the informal “man” or “guy” equivalent sense of “girl,” not to mention wholly absent in the connotations of “man” or “guy.” The notion of a function not being well-defined if for a given x there exists more than one f(x) keeps coming to mind. (the word girl) (definitions of the word girl) Function in this analogy would then be… language? communication? and well-defined would be success so… Language is not successful if a given word has more than one meaning. Ok, that’s not particularly illuminating, but it’s still a true statement.

Anyways, tl;dr: “Girl” means female child MORE than it means anything else because it’s the first definition native speakers are exposed to / identify with. “Girl” in any other sense cannot escape that first definition. Using “girl” in any non-primary sense is therefore ambiguous and this ambiguity is ultimately harmful to women in general because of negative connotations unwittingly inherited from the primary sense. Thus, it is desirable and preferable to avoid using “girl” in any but its primary sense. QED.

There be magpies here

•March 4, 2010 • 1 Comment

Welcome to The Magpie’s Miscellany! I’ll be your host this evening. Blogging has been an elusive yet ever enticing venture that I’ve so far not succeeded at for any great period of time. And I think the majority of the inertia that has kept me from having another go at this blogging thing has been trying to settle on a focus. The renaissance had it right though: embrace it ALL. And so that is my goal. How it turns out, well… only time will tell if a post on user interface design in World of Warcraft sitting next to a post about the problems that arise from the historical baggage of certain words is either refreshing or simply disorienting. I’m optimistic though, and so here we are.