Bigoted Papers and the Pizza Lures
Hello all.
Today's Feminism class is the source of the peeve of the day. We were interviewed by the paper today, about Feminism. It apparently is such an out there topic that it deserves front page press. Nevermind that it's been around for centuries. Well, our interview when a little something like this:
The floor was opened up to all class members, and one woman answered immediately. The questions were: What does Feminism mean to you? Do your friends know about the Feminism thing? What kind of crap do you have to take for being a Feminist?
Then the questions were directed at Pink, the only male in the class. The questions were: Why are you in this class? What do *you* think of Feminism? Would you consider yourself pro-Feminist? What do the guys think about this? How did you get into Feminism? What one thing about Feminism would you like readers to understand?
Note: she (the interviewer was female) spent about five minutes on the woman who volunteered information, directed at how Feminism made her an outcast. She then spent fifteen minutes talking about how Feminism was viewed by Pink's guy friends.
Also note: Pink is not someone I, as a Feminist, want representing me. His fifteen minute interview consisted of repeated "Women should get paid the same amount as men do, if they have the same education," "I think that not all Feminists are gays and lesbians," and "Women have been treated poorly by the system" comments. All stock phrases he uses in class whenever he speaks up.
After this, the interviewer was about to leave, but we kept her there by speaking up about various things, trying to get a more balanced hearing. I don't know that it worked, since she mainly wrote down what Pink had to say. It apparently gets front page status in tomorrow's paper. We'll see whether we take offence to it.
This is the same paper that purposely misprinted a letter to the editor calling for a fair re-interpretation of same-sex marriage and issues of human rights. The letter was printed with all the "x"s missing, all the "i"s lowercase, and none of the sentences capitalized. I've seen the original letter, submitted electronically so all the paper had to do was cut and paste. It was extremely professional, written by someone who helps graduate students proofread their dissertations. We're writing letters to the editor deploring this action on the part of the paper and demanding an apology and a reprinting of the original letter. Again, we'll see how that goes.
Aside from this, my day has been alright. I went to Walmart and cashed a traveler's check for the yoga mat and cheese pills. I took a nap to relieve my upset stomach, and it worked. Now all that's left is grading. I plan to have it all done tonight if it kills me. That way I can spend Friday writing a modular story, Saturday rewriting it, Sunday reading for classes, and Monday morning going over the story again before printing out twelve copies of it. It's a tall order, but it will get done. I'm not especially worried about it.
Charlotte sends her greetings. I've deleted the line of text she typed in, mostly because it was a bunch of "t"s and a few "6"s. Doesn't say much, but she's thinking of you.
I found out what that package was. The good doctor had sent me a box of lavender soaps and bubble bath. To help me relax. I now remember the conversations we had the night before Drizzt went to his new home. About how if I should bathe in lavender to relax. About how if I didn't have any, she'd send me some. I'll need to take that bubble bath sometime, just to experience it. Sounds heavenly.
Tomorrow I'm back at school at nine-thirty in the morning, to do a workshop of grading skills, or sommat. We'll all be there, and someone promised pizza. Honestly, that's all you have to do in this department to get a good attendance. Say that you'll have pizza. It's that easy. I might promise pizza to my grading group to lure them into our first meeting. Most groups have met three or four times by now. We've yet to see each other face to face. Oh well. Maybe they'll be at the thing tomorrow. I can snag them aside and set up a date and time. Here's hoping.
Well, that's about it for today. Talk again later some time.
End.
Today's Feminism class is the source of the peeve of the day. We were interviewed by the paper today, about Feminism. It apparently is such an out there topic that it deserves front page press. Nevermind that it's been around for centuries. Well, our interview when a little something like this:
The floor was opened up to all class members, and one woman answered immediately. The questions were: What does Feminism mean to you? Do your friends know about the Feminism thing? What kind of crap do you have to take for being a Feminist?
Then the questions were directed at Pink, the only male in the class. The questions were: Why are you in this class? What do *you* think of Feminism? Would you consider yourself pro-Feminist? What do the guys think about this? How did you get into Feminism? What one thing about Feminism would you like readers to understand?
Note: she (the interviewer was female) spent about five minutes on the woman who volunteered information, directed at how Feminism made her an outcast. She then spent fifteen minutes talking about how Feminism was viewed by Pink's guy friends.
Also note: Pink is not someone I, as a Feminist, want representing me. His fifteen minute interview consisted of repeated "Women should get paid the same amount as men do, if they have the same education," "I think that not all Feminists are gays and lesbians," and "Women have been treated poorly by the system" comments. All stock phrases he uses in class whenever he speaks up.
After this, the interviewer was about to leave, but we kept her there by speaking up about various things, trying to get a more balanced hearing. I don't know that it worked, since she mainly wrote down what Pink had to say. It apparently gets front page status in tomorrow's paper. We'll see whether we take offence to it.
This is the same paper that purposely misprinted a letter to the editor calling for a fair re-interpretation of same-sex marriage and issues of human rights. The letter was printed with all the "x"s missing, all the "i"s lowercase, and none of the sentences capitalized. I've seen the original letter, submitted electronically so all the paper had to do was cut and paste. It was extremely professional, written by someone who helps graduate students proofread their dissertations. We're writing letters to the editor deploring this action on the part of the paper and demanding an apology and a reprinting of the original letter. Again, we'll see how that goes.
Aside from this, my day has been alright. I went to Walmart and cashed a traveler's check for the yoga mat and cheese pills. I took a nap to relieve my upset stomach, and it worked. Now all that's left is grading. I plan to have it all done tonight if it kills me. That way I can spend Friday writing a modular story, Saturday rewriting it, Sunday reading for classes, and Monday morning going over the story again before printing out twelve copies of it. It's a tall order, but it will get done. I'm not especially worried about it.
Charlotte sends her greetings. I've deleted the line of text she typed in, mostly because it was a bunch of "t"s and a few "6"s. Doesn't say much, but she's thinking of you.
I found out what that package was. The good doctor had sent me a box of lavender soaps and bubble bath. To help me relax. I now remember the conversations we had the night before Drizzt went to his new home. About how if I should bathe in lavender to relax. About how if I didn't have any, she'd send me some. I'll need to take that bubble bath sometime, just to experience it. Sounds heavenly.
Tomorrow I'm back at school at nine-thirty in the morning, to do a workshop of grading skills, or sommat. We'll all be there, and someone promised pizza. Honestly, that's all you have to do in this department to get a good attendance. Say that you'll have pizza. It's that easy. I might promise pizza to my grading group to lure them into our first meeting. Most groups have met three or four times by now. We've yet to see each other face to face. Oh well. Maybe they'll be at the thing tomorrow. I can snag them aside and set up a date and time. Here's hoping.
Well, that's about it for today. Talk again later some time.
End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 22:49
1 Comments:
At Friday, September 24, 2004 4:49:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Pizza seems to be the universal student lure. Even the representatives from St. Louis seminary offered pizza for the Con-U students and a lot of non-pre-sem students attended. You can never go wrong with pizza.
Take care
- Koibito
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