Radical Ramblings by Shiuan Butler

Artists do have responsibility

January 4th, 2011

Some of you may know that Desperate Housewives is presently one of my favorite TV shows, which is saying a lot considering I haven’t watched TV since I was 8. However, the BF got me hooked on it and as of last night I just finished catching up to all 7 seasons and a gazillion episodes. Something I saw last night troubled me.

There is a neighborhood boy who grew up with a single, alcoholic mom. Understandably, anyone who grows up with a drug-using parent is going to have issues, whether it’s battling depression, being subconsciously drawn to dating alcoholics or drugs, or extremely opposed to them. This boy, as it turns out, grows up to being a raging, girl-strangling serial killer. Now, what are the conclusions we’re supposed to draw from that? Because of his selfish, belittling mom (she regularly mocks him and  his self-esteem) this boy grows up into a serial girl-killing monster. Something is not quite right here.

Because oppression exists in the world we cannot blindly go about creating art without being aware of the possibility that we may be perpetuating stereotypes by our work, especially if we are in the oppressor group and talking about the oppressed group. For example, if we are men writing about women. In this episode, the creators of the show perpetuated the stereotype that growing up with a single mom will lead to troubled kids—and not just troubled kids, but a serial killer at that. There is also no mention of the belligerent dad who abandoned them and his responsibility.

I commend DH for trying to show the psychological sources of how we can become who we are by how we grew up. However, we should make sure we are not perpetuating sexist stereotypes by doing so. If they still want to keep the teenage serial killer character in the story an alternative background is to have him grow up with abusive parents, at least that way they are not perpetuating a stereotype of “bad single moms.”

K-Town and MoSex

January 1st, 2011

Short Rib Stew

For a couple that doesn’t drink, New Year’s Eve options can feel a bit limiting even in New York City. I wasn’t psyched on going to a big party full of the drunken masses. So the BF and I decided on Koreatown that day along with a long-desired visit to the Museum of Sex (or MoSex as they call it).

We went to the first big Korean restaurant on the corner of K-town, specifically 32nd and Broadway—Kang Suh Korean Japanese Restaurant. I ordered the Short Rib Beef Stew with chestnuts (left) which I loved.

Black Goat Meat Stew

The BF ordered Black Goat Meat stew which he loved. And we also ordered sushi roll—yellowtail, tuna, salmon, … which I did not love. The BF claimed it was great but I’m convinced to not order sushi in K-town again. (Although Haru Hana breaks all exceptions.)

The Museum of Sex was as expected—fascinating research on sex in movies exhibit along with sex with animals and history of sex in cartoons as well as robotics/machinery.

At any rate that’s all I can remember—it was a lot of great information though I would have preferred a 2 hour documentary myself. And apparently there’s a website where people post their orgasming photos—trust me, it is not as interesting as it sounds.

Robots doing it in a booth

Then there was a floor of dolls (apparently learned from the BF you can order them online–the girl’s waist was tiny while the guy was hung). There was a silicone mannequin in a clear plastic case with holes carved out so you could touch different body parts—the main ones—breasts, vagina, pecs and penis. Not surprisingly, the vaginal opening had been “touched” an exorbitant amount and pieces had fallen off whereas the penis looked quite intact.

Ballyhoo

The history of sex in cartoons and drawings was quite insightful and some were still quite scandalous. Apparently some man saved Betty Boop from going down the sexually slippery slope it was going down.

All in all it was a great New Year’s Eve. We still had the usual couple’s fights here and there (money, in-laws, etc.) but we figured out a great way to argue was including lots of laughter and exaggerated shouting. Funny, what laughter can change in any situation. Finally we collapsed at midnight to screaming outside and climbed into bed with fireworks exploding. Next: 2010 Year in Review.

Radical Ramblings by Shiuan Butler