My Apple arsenal is complete

You might remember the goals I made at the beginning of this year. So far, my progress towards meeting those goals has been kind of fail. I should have at least 16 blog posts written by the end of February to be on track for meeting my goal of 100 blog posts; this will be my 12th blog post of 2012 and I don’t think I’ll be motivated enough to write 4 more in the next 6 days. I should have almost 4 not-for-school books read by now; I’m finally almost through my first. And budgeting? LOL NOPE.

So far the only goals that I’ve been keeping up are my yoga one (I’m taking a yoga class this semester) and probably my 80% GPA one. And now I can add another one of my goals to that pitifully short list: upgrade my phone.

On Tuesday, I became the owner of an iPhone 4S. I know that in December, I said that I would probably go for a cheaper smartphone, but the multitude of apps available for the iPhone convinced me to go with it. I’ve already fallen in love with Instagram, as seen by the number of pictures that I’ve tweeted already (mostly of my cat).

My iPhone also completes my Apple trifecta. I already own an iPod touch and a Macbook Pro, both of which I couldn’t function without. My iPhone is my third Apple product, and I’m already very attached to it. I guess this means that I’m an official Apple fangirl. I will be accepting my Apple cult membership card now.

I’ve also already named my new phone. I have a tradition of naming my Apple products after female musicians. My iPod’s name is PJ (after PJ Harvey), and my Macbook’s name is Fiona Apple. Following this tradition, I have named my iPhone Regina, after Regina Spektor. I think it’s quite fitting.

In other news, it’s Reading Week at my university (which is the equivalent of Spring Break/March Break at other schools), and I’m spending the second half of the week at my grandma’s place. This is why you are currently being spammed with cat pictures if you follow me on either Twitter or Tumblr. This is the first time I’ve seen my cat Cookie since Christmas, and I’m going a little nuts with my iPhone. These two things combined means taking ALL THE CAT PICTURES.

I’m hoping to get another blog entry up before the end of Reading Week, but that may not happen because I kind of left my laptop’s charger at school. I brought the extension cord for the charger, but not the charger itself. I ARE SO SMRT, I know. I have a WordPress app on my iPhone, but actually writing blog entries on it is kind of a pain in the ass. But we shall see.

Have you made any exciting purchases lately? Is your Reading Week/March Break/Spring Break more exciting than mine? Do you want to spam your cat pictures? Comment!

 

 

Losing my religion

(Blog title stolen from an overplayed REM song because I’m original like that)

As I’ve mentioned several times on this blog before, I used to be a Christian, and a pretty devout one at that. For the past few days (particularly since writing my last blog entry), I’ve been reflecting on how exactly how became an apostate. I’ve realized that it was a fairly gradual process.

My grandmother raised me as Christian, beginning with having me baptized at some point before my first birthday. For most of my childhood, I went to church and Sunday school on a regular basis. During this time, I casually believed in God. I saw Him as grandfatherly man who loved me and wanted me to be good and wanted me to talk to him. I wanted to please him, so I prayed on a regular basis and did my best to follow the rules that my Sunday school teachers had told me about.

When I was 11 or 12, I starting hanging out with a girl that was also a Christian. By this point, my grandma and I stopped going to church regularly, so my friend convinced me to go start going to her church with her. Unlike the churches that my grandma and I gone to (which were more liberal), my friend’s church was much more like the stereotypical evangelical churches that are commonly associated with Christianity, except much smaller. The sermons at this church talked about how evil abortion and homosexuality were, and in my Sunday school classes, we studied a book that supposedly “refuted” the theory of evolution (I still have that book and recently reread it. Now that I have a basic understanding of evolutionary biology, I can safely say that it does not refute evolution). Being 12 years old and rather impressionable, I easily accepted everything that the church preached.

When I was 13, I went with the same friend to a church camp. By then, I was a fervent believer and being surrounded by other fervent believers only made me more so. I was on a “spiritual high” for a long time after that. I felt God’s presence in my life and wished that others could feel it as well.

But then God disappeared from my life.

Early in high school, I realized that I was attracted to women. At that time, I still considered myself to be a Christian. How could I be both a Christian and queer? For the past 2 years, I had been explicitly told that LGBTQ people were evil. If I was attracted to women, I had obviously done something wrong. I prayed every day, asking God for forgiveness and for him to make me straight.

Needless to say, it didn’t work.

When I realized that my prayers and sincere expressions of repentance were going unanswered, I began to question whether they had been heard in the first place. I began questioning why God that loved would make me suffer like this. At this point, completely separate from my sexuality issues, I began seeing the inconsistencies and logical issues in the Bible.

I also truly began to see how unlike Christ some Christians truly are. After realizing that I was gay, I became much more sensitive to the dehumanization of LGBTQ people that many Christians leaders subject us to. They accuse of all being child molesters, perverts, rapists. Instead of denouncing the discrimination that LGBTQ people face in every aspect of their lives, they help to perpetuate it.

Jesus would not approve and I did not want to be associated with that.

It was the culmination of all these things that slowly began my distancing from Christianity. Eventually, I realized that I no longer truly believed what I used to believe. In fact, I realized that I doubted the existence of a god entirely. I wasn’t a Christian anymore.

And that, my friends, is how a devout evangelical Christian becomes agnostic.

“Modest” no more

If you’ve ever been involved with Christianity, you probably know about “modesty,” or the expectation that women wear clothing that doesn’t expose her body. According to most evangelical Christians, women should wear “modest” clothing because if they don’t, men will be tempted into “sexual sin.” Sometimes they also talk about being “modest” because that’s how you respect your body, etc. but the main reason is the “not tempting men” thing.

If you’ve read my About page, you’ll know that I was an evangelical Christian when I was younger. During this time, I took the concept of modesty very seriously. I even pinned the necklines of some of my dresses and shirts to make them less revealing. I refused to wear dresses, skirts, or shorts unless they were either hitting my mid-thigh or I had tights underneath. I believed that I had a duty to “not lead boys into sin.” I believed that I had more respect for my body than my classmates who were wearing more revealing clothes. Even after I left Christianity, I still felt uncomfortable wearing more revealing clothes for a long time even though I was no longer worried about “tempting” anyone.

About a month ago, I was getting ready to go to a friend’s birthday party. The plan was to pregame in my friend’s suite before heading to a bar downtown. Because we were going out, I wanted to wear something dressier and was trying different dresses and skirts. That’s when I found a dress that I hadn’t worn for a while. The dress’ neckline was pinned; it was one of the dresses that I had made more “modest” during my evangelical years.

I suddenly got really pissed off. Why I had been so preoccupied with “tempting” men? Why was it my responsibility to ensure that Christian guys didn’t sin? Why can’t those guys worry about their own salvation? I’m sure they’re perfectly capable of controlling their sex drives, so why do they need my help?

I took the pin out and tried the dress on. I could see why I had pinned it for “modesty” reasons; the neckline was fairly low. But I looked awesome. I realized that I was wrong all those years. Respecting your body has nothing to do with whether you cover it up or not. It’s about feeling good about it. If you the most confident about your body when you’re dressing modestly, more power to you. If you feel the most confident about your body when you’re barely wearing anything, great.

I was revealing some skin and feeling sexy because of it. I felt liberated.

I wore that dress to my friend’s party that night. Yeah, I wore tights under it, but not because I was concerned about the dress being too short, but because it was January in Guelph. I was using logic, not slut-shaming, to guide my clothing choices.

And that’s what “modesty” is: thinly veiled slut-shaming.

Even Guelph has its homophobes

If you’re a regular reader of my blog (or if you know me offline), you probably know that I grew up in a small town. Like most small towns, it was rather close-minded and religious (it was town of <2000 people, but there were AT LEAST 8 churches there). Although I realized that I was queer when I was 14 or 15, I never came out during high school. I knew that if I did, I would definitely be verbally and socially harassed on a regular basis (and rumours about my sexual orientation did go around, even though I was in the closet), and I may have been physically or sexually harassed. My school did not have Gay-Straight Alliance and when I tried to start one, nobody came to the meetings. Needless to say, my school and my community in general were not best environments for a queer teenager to be in. Because I was having enough internal problems surrounding my sexual orientation at the time, I decided that coming out in high school wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t wait to go to university and finally be honest with who I was, and part of the reason why I chose to go to university in Guelph was because of its reputation for being (for the most part) queer-friendly.

Guelph has delivered on that promise. During O-Week, the queer rights group on campus ran a few events. I met almost all of my current friends at the these events, and they’re all either queer themselves or straight allies. And everyone else that I have come out to on campus has been supportive (although I have purposely avoided coming out to people that I think might not be, such as a girl on my floor who is an evangelical Christian). I had succeeded in my goal of surrounding myself with people who supported me, and in my goal of finally living “the homosexual lifestyle”.

Spoiler alert: it is much like the “heterosexual lifestyle,” except with a Thursgay (aka queer night at one of the bars in Guelph) thrown in here and there. Oh, and I get to reference Effing Dykes in conversation and have my friends actually understand what I’m talking about.

ANYWAYS.

Needless to say, I’m much happier here than I was in the town that I grow up in because compared to that town, Guelph is a queer-friendly utopia. However, despite the acceptance of most students here, there’s still homophobia. Something that my friends and I experienced last week makes that clear.

Last Friday, some of my friends and I decided to go to a pub night thing that the agriculture students were running (the only real reason we decided to go to this was because it was all-ages and one of my friends with us is under 19). It was alright for the 15 minutes that we there before a couple of my friends got kicked out for a really stupid reason, but I was happy when we left because I would rather leave dancing to “Cotton Eye Joe” in my elementary school memories where they belong. While we leavingand walking to the buses to go a bar downtown, we saw a group of people standing around smoking right by the doors…and right by the sign that clearly said that smoking was prohibited within 9 metres of the doors. One of my friends called them out on it (I didn’t catch everything that she said, but it was something about being illiterate).

The group starting calling her things like bitch, slut, etc. And then my friend delivered her amazing line that I want to use myself someday: “At least I get more pussy than you do!”

AND that’s when the homophobic bullshit started. They definitely yelled “you lesbian whore” and probably said some other shit as well. Even though it definitely isn’t the first time I’ve experienced homophobia, it was still weird for me to be hearing it in Guelph.

But then my friends and I went downtown, got even more drunk, and danced with each other (yes, sometimes in a sexual manner). It was our “fuck you” to those homophobic idiots.

This is the feminism post that I promised

(Note #1: In this post, when I say “man/men,” I am referring to cisgendered men as trans*/genderqueer/non-binary gender men are generally excluded from the privileges that their cis counterparts enjoy)

(Note #2: I am relatively new to the theory and issues surrounding modern feminism. Chances are, you’re more well-versed in this subject than I am. Please feel free to comment to correct me on anything that I mention, call me out on my unchecked privilege, etc.)

A couple weeks ago in my Couple and Family Relationships class, the professor was going over the various theories about how families interact with society. One of these theories was a feminist theory that states that societal policies and norms reinforce patriarchal views about the family. For example, paid maternity leave is usually a year long, but paid paternity leave (IF this an even an option for the father) is usually much less than that. This usually forces the mother to stay at home to take care of the newborn, even if the father had wanted to be the one to stay at home.

As the professor was explaining this theory, one girl put up her hand and said feminists were just whining and not doing anything about the issues that they’re complaining about. Needless to say, this pissed me off and got me ranting in my head about all the rights that women now have thanks to feminism, AND the inequality that still exists between men and women. Since then, I’ve noticed more and more people that have (and express) completely inaccurate views about feminism and about women’s rights in general. Views such as:

“Feminists hate men”

“Feminists want special rights”/”Feminism is sexist”

“Feminism was relevant 100 years ago, but not anymore”/”Men and women are equal now, so we don’t need feminism”

Please excuse me while I bang my head against this desk for 10 minutes.

OK, I’ve done my head-desking. Now let’s get into this.

That’s start with the most infuriating assumption about feminism: the whole “they just hate men” thing. I don’t hate men. At all. In fact, there are many men that I love and care about deeply. People like my grandfather, my soon-to-be stepfather, my friend Dan (who has been one of my best friends since we were 13), and my many other male friends.

However, I do believe that men enjoy many privileges that women do not have. This website has a good overview of those privileges. No, I don’t believe that any specific man is too blame for women not having these privileges. However, the societal constructs that have created these privileges need to be acknowledged and changed for women to be truly equal to men.

And, needless to say, there are many men who identify as feminists. Many more men are feminists but don’t identify themselves as one. If a man believes that women deserve all of the same rights, freedoms, and privileges that he enjoys, he is a feminist.

Now, on to “feminists want special rights.” No, I don’t want special rights. I want equal pay for equal work of equal value. I want my reproductive rights to be respected. I want my sexual freedom to be respected. I want rape culture to end. I want the same above mentioned privileges that men enjoy. None of these are “special rights.” They’re equal rights.

Finally, the whole “feminism isn’t relevant anymore” argument. This is one that I hear a lot. Yes, women’s rights have come a long way in the last century. Thanks to first and second-wave feminism, I enjoy the right to vote (and yes, I do exercise this right), the right to an education, the right to run to run for public office, the right to choose to have a family, a career, or both, and I am not seen as the property of any man. I am extremely grateful for the women that fought for these rights.

However, although women have made great strides toward equality with men, we are not still not there. We’re not even close. Here are just a few examples of inequalities that still remain:

Women in the workplace. In Canada (a country that I would argue is fairly liberal compared to the rest of the world when it comes to women’s issues), women are still being paid less than men for equal work of equal value. In 2008, Canadian men who worked year-round and full-time were paid an average of $62,600. That same year, Canadian women who worked year-round and full time were paid an average of $44,700 (Source). That translates to women making $0.71 for every dollar that a man made in 2008. This wage discrepancy remains even when you control for career. In every type of occupation, from medicine to retail, women are earning less than men.

Also problematic is the fact that girls are still being socialized by society to pick female-dominated careers such as teaching, social work, hairstyling, etc. (which are generally lower-paying) and being discouraged from male-dominated careers such as medicine, engineering, and business (which are generally higher-paying). I’m not saying that girls shouldn’t choose a female-dominated career (that would be pretty hypocritical of me, considering that I want to be a social worker). What I am saying is that society is still socializing girls into these roles.

AND if girls do choose a career in a male-dominated field (or even a gender-natural field), it is very likely that their boss and higher-ranking officials in their workplace will be male. It is also likely that they will be passed over for a promotion in favour of a man. In Canada, only 13%  of directors of the top 500 companies are women. That’s telling of the inequality that still exists.

Rape culture. We live in society where rape is still permissible. Women who are raped are often blamed for “asking for it” if they were dressed a certain way, acted in a certain manner, or were under the influence when the rape happened. Sometimes this victim-blaming comes from the very people who are supposed to be punishing rapists. Instead of teaching men* how to not be rapists, our culture instead focuses on teaching women on how to not be raped. It implies that women who don’t follow these rules to the letter “deserved it” if they do happen to be raped. This blog post is a very good overview of rape culture.

(* Yes, I know that women can rape men as well. However, men-against-women rape is FAR more pervasive in our society.)

Slut-shaming. Chances are, you’ve either called a woman a “slut” or (if you’re a woman) have been called one yourself. Maybe you fall under both categories. Have you ever noticed that there no male equivalent of “slut” that carries the same weight as “slut” does when it’s used against a woman?

This word reinforces that sexist attitudes that society has about female sexuality. If you are a heterosexual male, you are free to have sex with as many women as you want without having to worry about society judging you harshly for that choice. If anything, you’ll probably be seen as more masculine because of it.

For women, however, something called the “virgin-whore dichotomy” exists. This means that if a woman decides against being sexually active for whatever reason, she will typically be seen as weird, be called “prude,” etc. because of this choice. However, if she decides to sex outside of marriage or a committed, monogamous relationship, she will typically be called a “slut”. Regardless of her sexual choices, she will be shamed.

Again, this is just a small sample of the many inequalities between men and women today.

I am aware of the many legitimate criticisms against feminism. I’m aware of its history of racism, heterosexism, and cissexism (and sometimes outright transphobia). Some of these problems continue to pervade the feminist movement, although it encourages me to see some feminists working to address these issues.

Although feminism is by no means perfect, but it still remains relevant and needed in today’s society. This is why I call myself a feminist.

Relevant stuff you should check out:

Feminist Frequency (Awesome videos about sexism in popular culture. I want to be Anita when I grow up)

The Male Privilege Checklist (I linked to this in the post, but deserves mentioning again)

Rape Culture 101 (Again, I’ve already linked to it, but it deserves to be here)

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