The People Who Really Matter

Content warning: quotes the Daily Mail.

I had somehow missed this phrase of Richard Littlejohn’s in his blustering polemic against Lucy Meadows, a transwoman teacher in the UK who died recently — allegedly as a result of the press hounding of which Littlejohn’s spew was a part. Anyway, the phrase was this:

“But has anyone stopped for a moment to think of the devastating effect all this is having on those who really matter?”

Oh man. “Those who really matter” are, of course, the Children™, a tool regularly pulled out in arguments by conservatives and liberals alike. By no means, however, are the needs of actual, real children considered — such as the students of Ms. Meadows who now have to live with the fact that because they live in a society* where transphobia is rampant and whose media consider it no more than another ploy to get eyeballs and advertising dollars to mock and hound a transwoman to her death.

I hate, hate, hate the “what about the CHILDRENNNN???!!!” nonsense because not only do most adults who use it don’t really believe the actual child matters — it’s only the adults’ ideal of “childhood” they’re concerned about, as well as the face-saving status game of being someone who Cares About The Kids — as an argumentative tactic it’s not about solving any problem, it’s just about shutting up the opposition. Don’t like someone’s position on something? Trumpet “Well, YOU clearly DON’T CARE about the Children™!” Sit back in smug triumph as your opponent splutters, because in this setup the only response is “Do too!” and there is no way of not making that sound like a weak rejoinder according to the ways of Western-style debate.

The Children™ are used to shut people up, to let everyone know that the status quo will continue unchanged. It has nothing to do with real children.

Now let’s move on to the other part of that phrase that is also a lie: “that REALLY matter.” (Caps mine.) Oh I love it when white conservative Western males try to pretend they’re sacrificing themselves for the little ones. “I don’t really matter, I’m just a useless grown up, here, kill me and dine on my corpse, kids!” Does anyone believe for one minute that Richard Littlejohn, or anyone who pulls out this sobsister phrase, really believes it? “I don’t matter! I’m just thinking about the kids!” the man sobs, then he presses “send,” shuts off the computer, and goes to enjoy another childfree afternoon at the pub or golf course. I see you, Men Who Care About The Kids. I’ve got your number.

The idea that adults are just useless husks, their concerns to be considered secondary in favor of children, or infants, or in some circles, zygotes and fetuses, is horrible, but not because anyone who expresses it actually believes it, but because it’s a pretty good technique for controlling the underclasses. Poor people who ask for help from their own rich society’s government instead of starving quietly in their hovels “don’t care about their children.” Women who want control over their own bodies instead of being potential baby-making machines “hate children.” Trans* people are “selfish” and “freaks” who will “traumatize” the “children” because they’ll “confuse” them by living their own lives. As for the children, they’ll learn the lesson that having to conform to someone else’s idea of how you should live doesn’t end when you become a grown-up.

*Even though this occurred in the UK, I consider that in instances like these “society” encompasses Western society, which of course includes that of my own country, the USA.

The Essential Steven Spielberg

… and incidentally why he’s so popular:

Spielberg is one of the greatest screen stylists in history, but he is a deeply conventional in his thinking. He has the imagination of a white suburban baby boomer who grew up wholly enamored of America’s civic mythology, where figures like Abraham Lincoln (like the citizen soldiers of the Second World War) loom like gods.

Read the rest of the review; it’s pretty good.

Resolutions for the coming year

How’s that for an unoriginal title. Well I’m all out of fancy titles. This is just going to be a list of all the things I need or want to do in the near or far future. I’ve already done two of them: cleared out my Gmail (where my main email is) and finally shut down my old hosted blog, Now for the rest:

  • De-clutter. I tend to get seriously cluttered with crap, and then go on big tossing-out sprees. It’s time for another, but this one is going to (I hope) be more methodical than “I can’t stand everything send it all to Goodwill!” Obviously some things will have to go to the trash instead.
  • Put a real curtain rod up and get some decent curtains. It’s not a priority but the cheap one I sort of rigged up is not satisfactory. I’m going to have to move furniture, get the ladder, probably do a bit of hammering and screwdriving.
  • Refurbish my wardrobe. Most of my stuff is cheap or old, and it’s all starting to look rather worn out. Time to seriously consider a minimal, simple set of outfits that are well-made enough to last a while. That will probably take more money than I’m used to spending, so this will probably have to wait a while.
  • Finally figure out where I want to roost on the internet. I have several sites scattered all over, and the big mess that is the hosted stuff. I need to get my act together and decide what my “presence on the internet” will consist of. I do like blogging, and would like to be able to blog. I’m tired of certain situations and setups, though, and the hosted site in particular is like an odoriferous basement apartment that I’ve lived in way too long.
  • Buy a real mattress and bed. I like a simple platform bed, but they are pricey. But I need something sturdy and non-moving so I can get a good night’s sleep. I may wait on this, though. I don’t really feel like getting something so permanent right now. (Currently I have a futon on top of a crappy old guest cot mattress on a cheap folding metal frame. I was sleeping on the floor but I have too much stuff around me for that to be comfortable.)
  • Go through my belongings and start packing anything I don’t currently use, or just get rid of what I really don’t want. I think that means good-bye to the television. I haven’t used it in two years or something.
  • Trade in my all-in-one printer-scanner-copier for a compact laser printer. I hardly ever use the all-in-one: aside from a few photos I should scan I’m mostly done with that, I never use the copier, and I hardly ever use the printer because the inkjet cartridges get used up so fast. I really only want to print text (who prints websites any more?), everything else goes on the internet or the hard drives of one of my computers. Right? Right?
  • When it comes to that… gather together all my scattered digital photos and cram them all into one place, like on a flash drive or something. And then start figuring out what to do with my film photos. Buy negative sleeves and notebooks? Toss the prints? I do have that cheapass film scanner I got, which does an okay job but I can send out for any prints I want professionally done, so… might eventually get rid of the film scanner, it’s not been used all that much.
  • Decide what to do about that camera collection I amassed. I can junk the junkie point-and-shoots, or maybe just pack them away for I don’t know, reasons. I already have half of them packed away. Also I need to decide if I’m going to keep on shooting odd-sized film (110, 127, 120) or just stick w/ 35mm. I will probably keep using 120 as the Holga was quite an investment, I love the photos and the huge negatives, and it’s still not that expensive. I do like 127 film though. And the new availability of 110 is fun. Okay I guess I’ve answered my question there. But I will definitely not be buying any more APS film. The cameras are cute and easy to use, but the photos aren’t of so great a quality to put up with the extra expense and trouble (fewer and fewer places are willing to develop it). I’ll just finish up what I’ve got.
  • Get my books in order. That will mean packing most of them away.
  • Get my room in order in general. See “de-clutter” above.
  • Get my finances in order. The ongoing saga.
  • Actually blog.
  • Actually write.

Okay, that’s all for now. I might update this post if I think of more things.


Whoops didn’t mean to neglect the site. (Ha ha, of course I meant to neglect it.) It’s just that I’ve been “busy.” Health matters are in a holding pattern. The cat’s doing well on her meds. Work hours are incredible and not in a good way (but I’m told this will change soon, yay, also Thanksgiving is coming up and I’m getting a bit of time off, don’t want to say how much so the Evil Restful Holiday Destroying Fairies don’t get wind of it), and, well, winter is approaching like a train made of slush and hellwinds.

I got a new phone (no big deal, just a slight upgrade to one with a tiny QWERTY keyboard, not a smartphone, oh no, we’re holding out until the last minute on that) and tried to set up posting to this blog, but for some reason everything I sent vanished into purgatory except for one short text post that went to my Gmail but not here. Even the link didn’t work. I can text to Blogger but it won’t accept photos so far. So that’s how things are going and I’m running out of ideas and I need to do a load of laundry.

Life, the Universe, and Everything Else

Well, it looks like a sick cat and long hours at work aren’t the only thing I have to deal with: guess who had to call 911 while at work because she almost passed out and get carted to the hospital? Yeah. And there I found out I have anemia from heavy menstrual bleeding, and other things, so now the cat isn’t the only one on meds and getting jabbed and prodded. Oh, and also? I have joined the Dark Side and am now on the Pill! Muahahaahaha!

Anyway, it turns out I have uterine fibroids, which are probably the cause of the bleeding, and thus the anemia. Look those bad girls up on Google if you like; let’s just say mine aren’t gigantic but apparently they’re big enough to cause trouble, like giving me heavy periods and so on. This past period, in fact, was a doozy, I’ve been at it for more than two weeks now, and possibly (now that I think about it) may have been sort of always bleeding, very lightly, for a very long time. I mean, you don’t just get anemia from one heavy period, though this is when everything decided to get acute. And reading the symptoms of anemia explains a lot about my life in the past few years that I always meant to get around dealing with… someday… when I could convince myself to get off my butt. Naturally that didn’t happen, so like a lot of people I ended up in the hospital. But the things I thought were due to not exercising or eating right, or allergies — the tiredness, the headaches, the crankiness, the general feeling of malaise, and in the past few years the occasional dizziness, difficulty sleeping, inability to concentrate, that “burned-out” feeling, and inability to wear a bra due to feeling breathless — these can all be explained by the fact that I didn’t have enough red blood cells to get enough oxygen to my brain. I’m on iron pills to bring up that count. I’m on birth control meds to stop the heavy bleeding. (Why yes, Virginia, and all you other states, there are other things the Pill can do besides entice women out of kitchens and into bars. I mean, my gynecologist was a cute young thing and she certainly wasn’t looking at this gray-haired, middle-aged lady and thinking “Gotta slut her up.” But I digress.)

By the way, everyone was as nice as pie despite my non-insured state. (Yes, I hadn’t gotten around to signing up for the insurance plan my employer offers. I’m going to pay for that stupidity, and only blame myself. But they have a financial aid plan, so it’s not like they’re going to show up and repossess my cat.) I got my own little room in the emergency area, and had my own tv with cable. I got to watch three Hammer horror films on TCM because come on, Hammer horror films! Two of them with Christopher Lee and one also had Peter Cushing! (The two with Lee were The Gorgon and The Devil Rides Out; the third was The Plague of the Zombies, had neither Lee nor Cushing but was quite a good film, though terribly racist, as old zombie films invariably were.) The experience of watching cheesy 60s horror films in a hospital emergency ward was… unique.

Anyway, I’m waiting for results of the biopsy the gynecologist I saw today took, and hoping someday soon not to feel so exhausted (hopefully the birth control will control the bleeding and the iron will take effect, though that takes a few months), so I can return to blogging and writing properly, and also get back into my photography, which has suffered from my lack of energy. The hospital doctor has me staying off work until Monday, so at least I’m getting some rest.

What’s going on

This is just a brief update to my life. It is as follows:

My part-time not-very-difficult job turned into not just a full-time job, but one with at least ten hours of overtime every week, and it’s late into the wee hours of the morning (it’s a second shift position). I’ve been too exhausted and sore to do much of anything when I get home but sleep.

On top of that, my cat is sick. She started having these seizures, so off to the vet she went. She’s officially an elder cat now, with elder cat ailments. She’s now on medication for hyperthyroidism and high blood pressure. It’s a good thing I’m making more money now, right?

Anyway, that’s been my life: drive to work, work, drive home, put pills in cat, sleep, get up, work. I try to fit eating in there somewhere but I’ve already started losing weight, which is good, right?