All posts by Cate

Legal Slobbing

Who wants a little downtime? An excuse to kick back and do nothing without having to feel guilty about taking the time to do… nothing. Raise your hand!

Be careful what you wish for! I now have a new definition for downtime called: walk out the door into the snow in high-heeled leather boots.

Can you spell s-t-u-p-i-d?

Lying on the icy walkway after slipping, falling, and fracturing my left wrist there were several voices in my head that said, um, many things. Not one of them mentioned there might be an upside to the situation.

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Her name was Jyoti Singh Pandey and her name was withheld until after her death following brutal multiple rapes on a Delhi bus in December because “rape is a crime of shame,” and according to Ranjana Kumari, director of India’s Centre for Social Research, “It’s not easy to survive social shame in India.”

If you live to get that far.

Nation-wide protests and global outrage about this rape in particular and the treatment of women in India in general have galvanized the Delhi court system. As a result, the five men so far accused of raping Jyoti potentially face tougher laws, including chemical castration and the death penalty.

Activists believe Jyoti’s savage death could mark a turning point for women’s rights in India, and the government is considering fast-tracking wide-scale reforms in the criminal justice system’s handling of sexual assaults. 

Never mind in the past five years, political parties across India have nominated 260 candidates currently awaiting trial on charges of crimes against women.

But it’s not just India. Rape is epidemic in the West. And gang rape? Well, how about that Steubenville high school football team?

The problem of rape goes farther than national boundaries. It goes deeper than “let’s castrate the bastards.” It goes deeper than the understandable outcry for justice. It boils all the way down to the basement level and how we view ourselves as human beings.

In our increasingly material world there is little attention paid to the spiritual component of life. And I’m not talking religion here. I’m not even talking about God. I’m talking about that unseen aspect of us called the soul and spirit. Reduced to body parts and body functions the human race has spurned higher ideals and come to worship material consumerism above all else. We call it being “modern.”

In the process we’ve learned to objectify and degrade even the human body—especially women’s bodies, which are commercialized and sold in magazines, in porn shops, online, in the sex trade and on the streets. Video games like RapeLay, Custer’s Revenge and Battle Raper make rape a reward for the player.

All this goes on in the name of making a buck and, oh yeah, defending the free speech clause of the First Amendment of the American Constitution.

Right. I’m sure that’s what Thomas Jefferson and John Adams had in mind at the time.

Respect for women and girls starts with respect for life. All life. I know it’s not the same in some people’s minds, but in a society where animals are factory farmed, caged in their own excrement and beaten; where piglets are used as soccer balls by Tyson Farm employees; where school children skin animals alive and torch puppies just for “fun,” where legislation is proposed to make it legal for doctors performing abortions to be killed, is it any surprise we have young university women raped for hours on a bus, brutalized with a pipe and left naked in a ditch?

No. It’s not a surprise.

It’s time to redefine life values as something more than a political issue used to get votes. It’s time for education and legislation that honors and protects people, not banks and corporations that demand we sell our souls as well as our bodies for survival. It’s time to initiate and support common sense education and legislation that honors all life as valuable, precious and beautiful.

Until we do, demanding harsher legislation and punishment — as satisfying and justifiable as it might be — is just rearranging the deck chairs on the ship called RAPE. 

In defense of silent men

Within hours of posting my last blog I received some concerned feedback from a (male) friend of mine.

“Many men have no difficulty in performing the act of ritual praise, interest, affirmation, and affection, which many women so greatly desire! “ he wrote. “These men do it with a religious zeal, genuine hypocrisy, and such consummate cunning and skill.”

Was I honestly supporting women in their need for verbal reassurances? And was I honestly chastising more honorable, yet silent, men for their reticence?

“Actually, I was trying to provide encouragement for greater verbal connection between the sexes,” I replied. Plus, don’t you know, the (no longer quite so silent) men would be the first to reap a bountiful harvest of affection from their women in return for being more forthcoming?

Which is, of course, why the snakes and other predatory reptiles are so swift to pay compliments and utter the “I love you” words so important to almost every woman in the first place. Unless the words come too quickly to be believable (say in under two hours or so) it’s an efficient ploy as ancient as, well, probably sex itself. The fact that it continues to be so successful after thousands of years of predictable repetition is indeed a matter for much head scratching.

Are women really so stupid that we’ll accept words any actor can utter as truth? Accept caresses any gigolo can provide as testimony to lasting affections?

Um … sometimes?

Insecurity, a socially ingrained chronic need for a man, and lack of discernment lead the huge list of reasons for this. Then there’s childhood sexual abuse and low self-esteem, general permissiveness and even boredom. A far more interesting question than why we are this way is, I think, if words and sex can’t be trusted as indicators of love, what can?

The only answer I can come up with is so staggeringly old-fashioned I almost hesitate to voice it, but here goes: Consistent actions over the course of time.

I can hear the groans now. What kind of actions? And over how much time? I’m not sure what actions indicate true affection. It varies for each individual. But things like respect, being there when needed, and taking the other person’s sensibilities into account when making decisions that affect that person are a fair start.

And the time frame?

Well, everybody’s into instant gratification nowadays. First date dialogue is swiftly followed by steamy sex scenes in movies and on TV. But does hopping in the hay first thing (with or without smarmy compliments), making life decisions based on sexual chemistry really work?

The staggering number of divorces, single moms and abandoned children in the West indicate a resounding “no!” But surely all this can’t be blamed on shallow, self-serving relationships and a lack of strong silent John Wayne types espousing honor, respect and responsibility at all costs … can it?

Surely not! Odd, though, that those kinds of guys went out of vogue just as all the other problems surged to the fore, isn’t it? Hm. Maybe I’ll dial up Netflix and see what The Quiet Man has to say.

 

Feeding the starving NEED beast

Words, words, words … why do we women need them so much?

Say you’re dating … isn’t it enough that the guy is attentive? Respectful? Shows up on time for your dates? Hangs with your kids and really enjoys them? Appreciates your abilities, your sense of humor, your cooking? Isn’t it enough that he makes love to you with passion and tenderness?

Does he have to text you instantly upon receiving a message from you? Does he have to drop everything to call you back if you phone? Is your relationship world incomplete if he doesn’t constantly (or even occasionally) say things … like “Gee, cool shoes,” or “Wow, you look hot!” or “I really like being with you.”

Are you uncertain about his feelings unless he trots out the three little words we all yearn to hear?

Yeah, welcome to the club. Read more…

Patience

Yesterday – that’s when I want things done, fixed, purchased and changed.

It doesn’t matter if it’s my weight, my hair, a check, a page on the Internet or the bus—waiting for what I want to show up is just plain irritating. And for one reason:

I’m not where I want to be.

At any given moment I’m five miles down the road in my mind and the freaking light in front of me just won’t turn green. I find the perfect blouse but it only comes in sizes under 10 and I’m two months away from my goal weight. After much $$ spent on clothes that will fit “soon” I’ve learned over the years not to bite at tempting but too tight morsels of cloth. But I still look in the mirror and sigh because …

I’m not where I want to be. Read more…