bossymarmalade: niobe negotiates life in rome (you know how the gods hate nonsense!)
ETA Nov 4: Urgh, must remember next time to tell metaquotes not to link my posts, as only the most entitled idiots seem to race over here.
As such, I am turning off anonymous comments, since the anons all share the idea that "rudeness" is far worse than racism and mostly want to leave cowardly attacks in their comments. You don't have to like what I've said. You don't have to agree with it. But there's no reason to be anon unless you don't want other people seeing what vindictive nasty pieces of work you are, because I certainly have no time or desire to hunt you down -- and besides, YOU'RE the ones taking the effort to come to MY journal and be horrible. The only other place I've even discussed this is in gyzym's journal, WITH GYZYM.

ETA: Please note that gyzym, the author of the story I quote, has made a post about it and we've had a conversation, which is a far more lovely resolution to these things than I'm accustomed to (stay out of the comments, though, heh. Again I reiterate to all y'all: If/when I ever say something problematic, get called out on it, and post an apology? PLEASE do not tell me that I have nothing to apologize for or anything in that vein, I beg you).

Also, I'm in training Monday & Tuesday and won't be here to properly moderate this post, so I'm temporarily freezing comments. Cheers! Comments back on. Trolls will be dealt with.

So you're of Indian descent and you're happily reading a fic that has Yusuf and Ariadne becoming friends over photography and Beatles and Bowie, and then you reach this part:

There is a grey and white kitten sitting on her, peering up at her with inquisitive eyes. She grins down at him, delighted, and puts her burrito down to pick him up.

"And who are you, little guy?" she coos. Yusuf smiles.

"That's Vindaloo," he says. "I found him out back last week, trying to get into the garbage cans."

"Why Vindaloo?" Ariadne asks. The kitten reaches out a tiny paw and bats at her face with it, and she can't help giggling a little.

Yusuf wrinkles his nose. "That's what he smelled like for the first two days."

And this isn't even the example of hipster racism in Inception fic that the_moonmoth pointed out here (apparently in such a CONFRONTATIONAL FASHION ["Casual racism yay \o/ Just what was missing from my reading experience"] that some other person flipped her shit about it in a whole post about how wrong the_moonmoth is. Also that other person continually spells "Yusuf" wrongly, which is a whole other level of ironic that I think might give me iron poisoning).

And oh, there are more examples than these two, lots more, sometimes about Saito but mostly about Yusuf. But Inception fandom is really, really good at hipster racism, which is tough to point out at the best of times, because we all know it's a joke, right? Racism is totally hilarious if white people make the jokes and are fully aware they're being racist! Jesus where's my ironic Native headdress, the one that goes with my Chinese-language tattoo and the salwar I want to wear to the club so I can prance around to hip-hop songs shrieking the n-word? BTDubs isn't it HILARIOUS to have the Indian character dissing on Indian food? This shit is just like an episode of Outsourced, RAWWWWWWK!!

ETA 2: Since people are apparently still flooding in here and getting indignant and shit, I shall elucidate further:

1) This post was written with the audience of my DW circle in mind. An audience who's aware of my history with pointing out racism in fanfic, with talking about race in general, and with refusing to do Racism 101.

2) As such, I mostly wanted to highlight/vent about a trend in Inception fandom, not single out [ profile] gyzym personally. Please note that I didn't link to her fic or mention her name until the two posts were connected. Also, my post was written before [ profile] gyzym made the decision to change her fic, so I am hardly "attacking" her post-resolution. I don't believe in erasing evidence, which is why this post is still up *with caveats* borne of the very satisfactory agreement that [ profile] gyzym and I reached. She's a fantastic person and I've made a new friend. Please stop announcing that this post is "character assassination" because that's ridiculous. If anything, I think it speaks volumes to her character that she could be pointed to a random rant by somebody she doesn't know, and be so horrified to find that she's hurt people that she took steps to amend and ameliorate and prevent it from happening again.

3) If I'd had the time and inclination, I could have written a more nuanced post about my experience of the evolution of conversations about racism/oppression within the fandoms I've been in, and how the outright racist crap that I used to read has now evolved into hipster racism. If I'd had the energy, I might have specified that Inception is hardly alone in this trend, but very similar to say ST Reboot in that there aren't a lot of chromatic/female characters, and those that are get written in a problematic fashion in order to facilitate the Alpha Pairing of Kirk/McCoy (much like Arthur/Eames). Much like, I gather, the issues in SGA with Ronon and Teyla being baristas and maids to facilitate Sheppard/McKay. Much like it's probably happening in other current fandoms I know nothing about. It's a trend.

However, I was mostly disgruntled and hurt, so instead I vented. This is where journal-as-personal-space and journal-as-public-blog overlap, so even though I wrote in a haphazard jargon intended for the friends who know me, it's not inconceivable that other people might find the post and get pissed. That's the contract we make when we post publicly (which is how I habitually post), whether it's fic or journal posts. So I'm not sore about people reading my post and saying whatever (although it's hilarious to have people claiming I purposely posted on DW where "I knew [ profile] gyzym wouldn't see it" -- I crosspost to LJ, btw -- or that I'm "desperate for attention" -- yeah, because this is exactly the kind of attention people enjoy), because they have the right to comment about something I posted publicly. The same way I have the right to post about a public fic. The same way I am not obligated to contact the author of that fic, or leave them feedback; the same way that author is not obligated to change anything, or respond to feedback.

I'm not new on the block, sistren. This isn't my first ride on the merry-go-round. I *am* a little bemused by the froth that people are whipping themselves into over this situation, particularly because [ profile] gyzym and I have resolved it and not only have no animosity towards each other, but share great mutual respect and hope to stand firmly together in doing our bits to make fandom a place safe for all of us. Seriously, of all the racefail I've written about/observed, this one was the LEAST ugly and confrontational.


ETA 3: Also, I SUPER-LOVE INCEPTION. Haven't any of you ever been annoyed with your fandom for something even though you still love it dearly? Come on now! That can't be so unusual!
bossymarmalade: this is what an asexual looks like (i only find you theoretically hot)
Dear Yoko Ono:

You shouldn't even be here.

But since you are, and at the time when the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with would have turned seventy years old --

I guess they thought you couldn't carry your own story, the one that began with you surviving the bombing of Tokyo and continued with you becoming the first woman accepted into the philosophy department of Gakushuin University. Maybe it didn't make you three-dimensional enough that you studied music and art at Sarah Lawrence with a special interest in the avant-garde and audience participation, that you had sex with who you wanted when you wanted and had abortions and miscarriages. Maybe to them you represent an idea of a weird dragon lady with careful accented English and inscrutable slanted eyes and wild harionago hair.

I know you didn't make it onto the chart because they think you don't have any flaws.

So you're not a villain, but you, an artist and a woman long long before Johnny and Paulie went on a magical mystery tour, you are mainly a love interest. They at least know you're not only interested in your man and only disapprove of his actions from time to time, but it's easy to assume that May Pang (another unimportant possibly fictional Asian woman) never existed, that you never sent John off to have his lost weekend and recover from all the alcohol and heroin before you let him come back to you.

You're not an action heroine. Hunting down the daughter who was stolen away by your ex-husband, facing down headlines like "John Rennon's Excrusive Gloupie" and the constant death-threats and racialized insults, enduring the deep freeze from the rest of the Beatles during those tense White Album sessions because John would only go if you promised to go with him, those don't qualify you.

Do others like her?

Oh, Yoko, surely that's the damning stroke, because who could like you? A nation full of white people enraged that you stole away their Liverpudlian poet son, a world full of people enraged that you, single-handedly, YOU caused the end of the fabbest four, an unending stream of people who still call you ugly and shrill and a bitch, who say that those bullets should have found their way into your body that night and not that man who you loved and who you watched be gunned down and lost. How dare you think that you and your son have any right to decide how to remember John? Don't you know he belongs to the world, and not you who taught him to love and respect women, not you who took care of the business so he could stay home to feed the cats and rock the baby and bake the bread when he wanted to do that most of all? Do others like you?

No, the chart says, and so you're Yoko Ono.

Dear Yoko: I'd say fuck them, but you were in a bag in a hotel room decidedly *not* losing your shit at assholes attacking you for being a strong Asian woman since before I was born, so instead I'll say: It's bullshit that you're on this godawful chart at all, but I'd still be happy to find myself landing on your name at the end of it.
bossymarmalade: girl enjoying music (wine and get on bad)
So having discovered that somehow I hadn't found all of the Racebending Revenge stories due to my own dotishness, I settled down at the main page to start reading.

And the first one is a fic about Jason Todd, the original Robin-Who-Died in the Batman 'verse, and he's Cambodian and I am connecting with his story in a way that I never, NEVER did with canon white Jason Todd (and man, I've been reading sympathetic fics about Jason Todd since the Dracoverse days fifteen years ago), and all I can think of is this post from laleia: Is this what it's like to be white?

I mean, in her post [ profile] laleia herself says that it's a statement rather lacking in nuance and certainly, watching movies/reading stories with chromatic people in them doesn't give me any real insight into what it's like to consume the same media as a white person with them populated by white people. Also laleia's talking very specifically about her own hyphenated identity reflected in a movie, whereas I'm an Indo-Trinidadian Canadian reading about a Cambodian-American.

But, nevertheless: Cambodian Jason Todd resonates with me in a way that Caucasian Jason Todd never, ever did. Why should that be?

I recognize him, I guess. There's a lot of stuff that's different, but all it took was one oṃ maṇipadme hūṃ for me to catch my breath and feel my heart thump faster. And I'm not saying I don't feel this way about white characters -- that would be silly -- but not generally with such intense immediacy.

I do a lot of talking about how important it is to see people who look like us in our media, and I've internalized pretty well all of the theory and talking-points and examples. But every now and again I'm reminded what it's like to actually feel it, and it's something else entirely, and something I don't know if I'll ever get used to even if I had the opportunity. Because it still is so unexpected, every time.
bossymarmalade: blue eye with lashes of red flower petals (putting the "cauc" back in "asian")
So The Last Airbender is opening this weekend. You already know through how racist the damn thing is; if you read jedifreac's review you'll also see how misogynistic it is as a bonus. Possibly you've read M. Night Shyamalan's contempt for the protest.

Now let me tell you a story (one that may be triggering for racism).

After my weekend trip to the Scottish Heritage festival, we stopped to get fish & chips for lunch. [personal profile] glockgal and [personal profile] 21freckles went back to the car while I waited for my order, seated next to a young black man who'd just come in on his lunch break -- obviously, because he was wearing a TD Bank pin on his shirt. So, y'know, nicely dressed and polite and everything.

I can tell a lot of you are wincing already. Just hang on.

This child comes in with his white grandparents; kid looks biracial to me. Eventually his white mom finishes her smoke outside and comes in. The kid runs over to her and in this loud, piercing voice, goes, "Look at the scary man!" and points at the bank guy next to me. "Shhh," says the mom, but the kid repeats, louder, "LOOK AT THE SCARY MAN!"

"That's not nice," the mom says. At this point I'm hoping to hell that somehow my body has acted as a sound barrier, because what the fuck -- this poor bank teller comes in for some lunch, and has to hear this bullshit. Coast Salish/BC as a rule doesn't have a lot of black folk (we ran them out back in the day of the Pullman trains) but New Westminster, where we were, has a pretty good number of (mostly) Somalian newer residents.

So, this kid, with his brown skin almost the same shade as mine, his hair in light brown tight ringlets. He looks at this quiet black man next to me and his mind says, "SCARY".

Where did he get this? Say we're generous and assume the mom didn't teach it to him, or the grandparents. Say we assume they're not from New West, they're from somewhere in Metro Vancouver with even *less* black people. Say all that.

Do you think this kid even understands that when he's a grownup, skin maybe darker than in its baby stages, people are going to be calling *him* the "scary man"? Do you think he even recognizes that he's not the hero and never will be? He's already learned from the media and society that the darker you are, the scarier you are; when will he start recognizing his face reflected back only as villain, as joke fodder, as exotic backdrop? When will he realize that other people -- people like me included -- don't see him as white, even in the middle of all his white family?

This is why it matters for kids, for adults, for *anyone* to see themselves in stories. And I don't mean as nameless creatures with no agency, or as a nation of genocidal warmongers. And there are overlaps with the racefail; there's the character Teo, whose father builds him a wheelchair after he becomes disabled, who's also been removed from the movie (to make place for a traitorous Asian character). There's the elders like GranGran, who has been reduced from a competent and vital woman to a faint ancient-wisdom shadow. There's Suki and the strong female Kyoshi Warriors, cut from the movie without even a credit.

We're the scary people on the screen, and we're the scary people in life -- even to a child who's at least partly one of us. Don't ever tell me that it's just a movie. These are the stories that tell people who we are.
bossymarmalade: a man in moko jumbie mud (moko jumbies are my entourage)
A bunch of people are popping up with impassioned please on gatorgrrrl's behalf, due to her being called nasty things by anonymous persons like so:

cut for misogynist slur )

I think we can all agree that meeting one kind of oppressive language with another is not a good thing.

What's aggravating is seeing so many iterations -- yet again! -- of the tone argument coming up, where people whine that if those hurt by the story were just *nicer* about telling gatorgrrrl where she went wrong (since all of us are a monolith and got the same marching orders and are able to police each other, of course), everything would have been resolved in a lovely Teaching Moment for those hurt and a valuable Learning Experience for those not.

onelittlesleep posted about this aspect of the whole thing, and I made a comment in there referencing something that was bothering me a lot about how much emphasis has been placed on using the "c**t" comment to inscribe victimhood on gatorgrrrl, as opposed to the COMPLETE LACK of any discussion or attention paid to this comment on the same anonymeme (the second bit, not the first):

cut for ... I can't even begin )

Perfectly calm. No explicit gendered insult or wish of violence. Offhand, cool, innocuous even. I wince a bit when I read the angry first example, but it's this second polite one that hits me deep inside.

"How can anyone dismiss that anger without at the same time undermining the reasons for this anger? Is stemming the tide of anger, is attempting to reduce the force of the backlash, in any way just?"

Please think of this next time somebody says something harmful and people respond in pain and anger. Please think of it before you feel a pang in sympathy for the person who started inflicting hurt in the first place, because you know how *you'd* feel if people were so angry at you. Please don't then focus your response and dialogue on how the "lynching/dogpiling/mob mentality" makes the world "unsafe" for that person. Please remember what the fuck people are angry about to begin with, and that anger can be productive where impassive and utterly civil inhumanity cannot.
bossymarmalade: west indies in command: rejects FAIL (yuh dotish or wha?)
You might have seen people talking about the J2 story set in the aftermath of the earthquake in Haiti -- written, in fact, while they were still pulling out bodies from the rubble and the news was covering the disaster.

I am fiercely protective of my West Indies/Caribbean, and so I read it. I don't recommend you do the same. But if you're curious, here's some of the bits I had a hard time with. )
bossymarmalade: lieutenant uhura ruminates (what's a girl to do)
A few things:

. I sort of paused on watching Glee because I discovered that there were nice shiny places on the internets where I could acquire just the performance/song bits of the show and avoid everything else, but this review sums up a lot of what I've felt about the show.

. If you haven't already come across a link, go check out [personal profile] deepad's post On Wiscon. Internet satire that doesn't wrongly invoke Swift? This must be the first time such a thing has happened!

(Not that I can even take the original complaint which spurred her entry seriously, because, omg -- you think POC/women don't have actual experience what being unsafe in a fannish community that conceives of itself as majority white/male is? *And* you as part of that majority want sympathy for your scared fee-fees in dealing with POC/women?!? LOLZ UR PRIVILEGE GO CRY IN IT)

. They're making another Indiana Jones movie, oh sweet heavens and Shia LeBoeuf's stupid hair-comb. But my point is -- there are so many people hating on Temple of Doom in the comments, and it never fails to surprise me. "But maggie," you say, "that movie had some seriously problematic shit to say about Indians and Hindus, of which you are both," and you would be absolutely correct.

I think my love for Temple of Doom stems from being amazed, astonished, astounded as a wee girl that there were brown people like me in a movie franchise I loved. Like, LOVED -- Lori and I could recite those movies by heart. Okay, they ate snakes and monkey brains and bhaji with flies alighting on it, okay they tore the hearts out of blonde white ladies and drank black blood out of skulls, okay Indy had to teach them a thing or two about how to properly respect Shiva. But I was grateful to be represented among them anyhow.

And, yeah, none of this is new stuff. But it unsettles me that in my mid-thirties (and presumably wiser than the child struggling to find herself in her books and movies and toys), I STILL feel grateful to hear those accents fawning over Indy and see shivalingam in his hands, how *kind* he was to return it to the village instead of whisking it off to a museum. This is why stuff like The Last Airbender's whitewashing isn't "just" a movie. It's horrendously, persistently, humiliatingly more insidious than that.
bossymarmalade: krusty the clown loves being on fire (feeling my flesh melt is faboo!)
This article in Feministe about the Telephone video is really pissing me off. In general because of the smug, insistent pedantry of it (look, just because the song's called "Telephone" it doesn't mean EVERY SINGLE EVENT must then revolve around the telephone; also, that is a honey bun and not a sandwich, idiot; also you are a fucking feminist writer and should know why it's not on to refer to the vulva as a "vagina"; also if you did the minimum of goddamn research you could refer to Gaga's partner in the prison yard as trainer Heather Cassils instead of "Very Friendly Smoking-Hot Butch Lady"), but in particular because of this:
And was it really necessary to subtitle the Asian woman's thoughts in a different language than everybody else's? No. No, it was not! I am not so cool with the ways that this video deals with race, I think. I mean, Beyonce's there, and presented as an equal and partner. Sure. But I am thinking like, this Asian girl and her special "hey, have you noticed this chick's Asian? Just thought I'd point that one out to you" subtitle ....

Hey there, did it ever occur to you that Asian women sometimes think and speak IN ASIAN LANGUAGES?!? Maybe she's thinking "a different language than everybody else's" (nice) because, hmmm, she has access to a "different language than everybody else". What's so wrong with her using it, or -- horror of horrors! -- reflexively reacting with it in her own mind? Is this a fucking performance sport?

This is a discourse that especially pisses me off as a diasporado, because as you all well know there are a TON of issues about many of us being systematically denied access to our source-tongues. I would *love* to be able to bust out cusswords or whatever in Hindi, even for my private unspoken reactions. Sometimes I feel like among Western white society, being an Anglophone when your source-language is a non-Romance one is taken as a sign of "goodness", like you're safer, more model of a minority, more assimilated; the reaction from Canadian white folks when I tell them, "no, I only speak English", is always one of surprise and approval. (It's a different story with Canadian brown people, but I'm not getting into that right now.)

So yes, maybe it *was* necessary to subtitle the Japanese woman's thoughts in Japanese in this context. Or did you assume that nobody watching the video would be able to understand those characters, so it was purely an exercise in exotification? Was her sudden Japanese subtitle making her Asianness a little too visible? Don't translate your own discomfort over the inscrutability (yes, I went there) of those characters into some generalizing "NO FOREIGN LANGUAGES PLZ" declaration for all of Western media, thank you.
bossymarmalade: black woman and indian woman playing mas (birds of paradise)
asian women carnival #5: who i am when i'm (not) with you

fire in mi wire

goddamn indian people, you know they're always like this, shit

look lady you're brown you should know better

but ey-ey, who de hell she tink she playin white 'ooman for?

omg lori you're playing the sitar part and i'm the tabla! yay beatles rock band for making us feel like real indians!!

I say what I want about brown people without feeling like I'm selling out my own, and I hold them to a higher standard because you know we have to be twice as good to be thought of as half as good. I snarl at people who "ruin it for the rest of us". I say dumb, mean-spirited things about other Indian people that I would never say in front of non-desis. I fail Hindi class and feel secretly relieved because I'm more comfortable speaking French and Spanish with a broad English accent rather than Hindi with the same.

I eat with my fingers -- and I don't mean using them to pick up pizza or fried chicken. I mean dipping them into bowlfuls of hot dhal and rice, I mean tearing off flaky pieces of paratha to wrap around curry chicken and bodi, I mean mixing up stew salmon with soft rice and kuchela. I mean tasting my mother's sweet hand in the cooking and licking the food from my warm fingertips.

what the hell's wrong with your yahoo avatar? you look like a white person!

you think *everything* was invented in india, jesus

they brought home food from temple but it's that y'know heavy indian food taste, ugh

man dem guyanese does chop up dey meat so fine-fine! is like eating soup!

I run around barefoot and don't touch pictures or murtis with my left hand, or after I've eaten meat. I talk to Ganesh and Lakshmi and Shiva and Kali and Hanuman whenever I feel like it and leave them offerings of water and flowers and rum and weed a couple times. I swallow puncheon rum with lime juice and salt to "chase down" a cold, ring my eyelashes with soot from ghee burned in a diya to "clean out" my eyes, don't cut my nails or hair after six at night because they're "asleep".

I bruise myself and my skin looks the same, no technicolour purple and yellow in sight. I scowl at my unplucked eyebrows, cursing my dad's side of the family for being hairy and my mom's side for not telling her (the youngest daughter) about the special dough you're supposed to make and roll over your baby girls' bodies so they grow up hairless. My eyelashes hit against my glasses though so it's not all bad.

just because i'm indian doesn't mean i have to watch shah rukh khan movies, mom, christ

dad can you make some fry aloo and saltfish please i'll help cook some sadha roti

suhani raat dhal chuki na jaane tum ... uh ... ka ... bhowjee? whatever, i love this song

what we're eating vegetarian *again*? i'm going out and having chinese crispy skin chicken instead

put some geera in de ting nah! or shit, "cumin" or whatever they call it here, steups

I'm not with you right now. I wouldn't be like this or say these things or eat this way if I were. But that's okay, because in that way I'm lucky to be from the diaspora; I already had a bit of three different cultures and that helped me learn how to code-switch without choking on hurt and frustration, and so I don't hate myself when I'm with you anymore. Who's "you", though? Am I talking to non-desi people or sourcelanders? Both, I guess, at different times. Sometimes I'm talking to non-Trinidadians; sometimes it's non-Indian Trinidadians. Every now and again it's everybody who grew up outside of Gasparillo. Being a diasporado means cartwheeling your way through all your identities at a moment's notice.

Who I am when I'm not with you. I'm nobody you'll ever see -- but hell, this is a Carnival, after all -- and I am a Trini girl and I was born knowing how to play mas. Roll up de tassa, o beta!
bossymarmalade: homer simpson sticking a weiner in his eye (you make me feel like this)
Yep, Ogi Ogas is now preparing to claim that the entire thing was just a big ol' WHY SO SERIOUS joke: note the new "smiley-face-on-brain" icon.

Bitch, please! We called that ages ago. To get the jump on fandom you have to at LEAST claim you're the reincarnation of a still-living celebrity.
bossymarmalade: lisa simpson is determined (yet another cause to champion)
And now, after the macros and gifs have been released (ETA: enough to make them lock down their posts, hah!), it's time to get hardcore on this nonsense.

I suggest a two-pronged offensive.

option a
Writing formal letters of complaint to:
1) his former graduate studies program. They need to know that a former student is discrediting their program.

2) his former supervisor. The supervisor will have to take this behaviour into account when asked for letters of recommendation.
Gail Carpenter (referenced here)
Department of Cognitive and Neural Systems
Boston University
677 Beacon Street
Boston, MA 02215

Phone: (617) 353‑9483
Department: (617) 353‑9481
Fax: (617) 353‑7755


Other profs in department ( (Daniel H. Bullock) (Gail Carpenter, Ogi Ogas advisor) (Michael A. Cohen) (Stephen Grossberg) (Frank Guenther) (Ennio Mingolla) (Eric Schwartz) Shinn-Cunningham) (Asst Director Cns Tech Lab)

Other BU ppl: (BU Provost) (Faculty Council ??) (BU President) (Faculty Council Chair ??)

"The Compliance Committee consists of University Provost David Campbell, Medical Campus Provost Karen Antman, Executive Vice President Joseph Mercurio, Vice President, General Counsel, and Board Secretary Todd Klipp, Associate Vice President for Internal Audit William Long, and Associate Vice President for Human Resources Manuel Monteiro." (Karen Antman) (Joseph Mercurio) (Todd Klipp) (William Long) (Manuel Monteiro) (contact on press release here:

These letters should be brief, outlining pretty much what deadlychameleon touched upon, with maybe an attachment showing the original message from Ogas.

He has way stepped over the bounds of academic ethics. Even though he is no longer a student and cannot be called to account for it, his practices can still be documented in this way.

option b
Contacting the publishing house, Dutton/Penguin:
- Brian Tart, President & Publisher
Dutton's main phone number: 212-366-2000.
E-mail: (thanks to [personal profile] anitabuchan)
He's also btart on Twitter. ETA: [personal profile] jfc suggests duttonbooks instead of btart.


Brian Tart
Christine Ball
Amy Hertz
Stephen Morrow
Carrie Thornton
Ben Sevier
Erika Imranyi

Penguin (try,,,
John Makinson
David Shanks
Susan Petersen Kennedy
Nigel Portwood
Jim Crofton
Don Weisberg

Pearson (the company that owns Penguin) emal format appears to be
Board of directors
Glen Moreno
Marjorie Scardino
Robin Freestone
Will Ethridge
Rona Fairhead
John Makinson (Chairman and Chief Executive, Penguin) ( Legal somebody?

The key points to emphasize in contacting the editors are the part about the IRB, misrepresenting their relationship to BU, and not being careful about asking minors about sex. The part about how we think they are blithering idiots because of their laughable stupidity about slash, sexuality, etc. is not interesting to people who may be interested in publishing controversial books. That's a reason to publish, not a reason to withdraw the contract.

Thanks to my spartan friend for the first suggestion; thanks to karnythia, wild_irises, schemingreader and everybody else in this thread for the second.

If any of you who work at universities/publishing houses have further information or advice or can figure out who exactly at BU would be best to talk to, please feel free to comment!

ETA: thanks to [personal profile] internetfailmachine for finding lists of contacts! Here's her idea when it comes to writing: "I am planning a combo complaint+withdrawal of consent email to be addressed to all/most of the above. If there is anyone who is up on the legal mumbojumbo that should be used for the withdrawal of consent, I'd love to hear about it."
bossymarmalade: blue eye with lashes of red flower petals (Default)
Well shit, y'all:

reposting in entirety from deadlychameleon:
I called the Boston University IRB office. The direct approach works.

They've gotten a lot of emails regarding Dr. Ogas. He is no longer in any way affiliated with Boston University, except as a recent graduate. They have asked him to stop using his official Boston University email address in connection with this project, or his website. He is officially on his own, and this project is NOT IRB APPROVED.

That is the official status as stated by the Boston University IRB office.

The problem with this is threefold:

1. The researcher has no expertise in the area he is researching, nor has he recruited anyone to give him guidance.

2. The researcher has substantial profit motivation to produce work in this area (book contract with Penguin) which may lead to unethical conduct/a tendency to misrepresent his results.

3. The research is in no way overseen by any external body which can examine it for potential unethical conduct.

In addition to all of these, the researchers have now alienated their participant population, who are now very likely to become unreliable participants.

The only way to salvage the study at this point, I believe, would be for them to change it to an observational one.

You know what that means, right? We've expended all our considerable might in explaining to them why their project is harmful, wrongheaded, and offensive, and they have ignored us.

So I say it's time to hail down the ridicule! Don't even bother getting mad, don't waste any more logic or explanation on them, just flood them with a motherfucking AVALANCHE of internet junk, in-jokes, macros, gifs -- whatever. There's no excuse they can give that would be of any worth, so let's not bother giving them the opportunity!

... Goddamn, I wish I had a "Cool as Ice" gif I could use.

ETA: Here's a good place to start -- a shitload of brain-modeling babblewank as an attempt to "explain" their statement about female interest in slash = male interest in transfolk. JUST SHUT UP ALREADY
bossymarmalade: krusty the clown loves being on fire (feeling my flesh melt is faboo!)

[community profile] linkspam will get you up-to-date if you haven't been following the whole Ogi crap-psych survey fooferaw. For those of you who have been avidly reading the "neuroscientists" commenting with condescending amazement when they learn that:
- many fanfic writers are PROFESSIONAL writers!
- many fandom people are ACADEMICS and know about ethics and methodology!
- many fanfic writers know what a WORD COUNT is!

-- not to mention their astonishment when people who are multiracial/asexual/non-American etc. point out that many of the questions do not apply or are just plain offensive and stupid, you might be interested in checking out the blog of Ogi's compatriot, [ profile] saigaddam. In it you will find many enlightening posts! My favourites are:
- when he refers to a woman as a dog
- when he makes one of those dreadful (I'm Indian, I recognize this brand of prejudice well amongst my own) "If they made this movie about *black* people there would have been a protest!" posts
- along those same lines, he draws a derisive comparison between white teenage girl Jonas Brothers fans and black adult female Obama supporters

And my personal favourite, the post where he says that men are stimulated by only visuals, refers to Hollywood whitewashing as an "artistic exaggeration", and refers to gay men as either "lads with different interests" or "NAMBLA members".

So you know, the next time [ profile] shaggirl wants to scold us for having what she sniffs is a "knee-jerk reaction to close ranks against researchers" after she's expressly directed them our way, she can goddamn well shove it.
bossymarmalade: homer simpson sticking a weiner in his eye (you make me feel like this)
I am going to make an entirely unrelated post in a bit, but right at this second I am busy playing a game of "I'm not going to alter artistic visions for the vid just so there's some racial evenness" or: why I'm glad I'd already defriended [ profile] mlyn. Mother of GOD.
bossymarmalade: a maple leaf frozen in the rideau canal (all tucked away down there)
Fair warning: Astonishingly -- even though for some white people that's the big problem with [community profile] ibarw -- I don't care if you are offended by my 'tone'.

After a thwarted attempt to visit the Othello Tunnels (not my photos, those were taken by an incredibly talented RL friend) for my mum's birthday, the fam finally managed to get there on Monday. As you can tell by the photos, the place is stunning; what was less admirable was the way that none of the informational signage along the path mentioned anything about the thousands of Chinese labourers who actually did all the hard work. One would think from reading the signs that Andrew McCulloch had done all the tunnelling himself. One would think that it was obviously heroic white men who dangled from a rope ladder over the side of the cliff, stuffing dynamite into a hole and scrambling back before the explosion went off, instead of disposable "coolie" workers.

This is the kind of absence that means that people feel secure in making this kind of statement:

"Yes, the Irish assimilated, but that's because they made an effort to excel, despite the odds against them. Many East Asian peoples are doing the same even now through equivalent or greater efforts ... as are various other peoples, including some immigrants with way more melanin than anyone who was born here, who have noticeable accents."

Clearly this is a profoundly ignorant thing to say, but what supports and encourages this thinking is the absolute lack of support by governmental infrastructure in North America when it comes to acknowledging the contributions of chromatic peoples. Canada is particularly insidious when it comes to this, because like all good peaceful neutral nations, we claim that there's no racism here. Do you know why we get away with such a blatant lie?

Because Canada is white. )
bossymarmalade: a man in moko jumbie mud (moko jumbies are my entourage)
And now onto more serious business.

"But a rescued masculinity is simultaneously an injured masculinity; a masculinity that does not emerge from the inherited conditions of class and race privilege. And it is injured in a space most vulnerable to colonial constructions of incivility. At one time subordinated, that masculinity now has to be earned, and then appropriately conferred.

Acting through this psychic residue, Black masculinity continues the policing of sexualized bodies, drawing out the colonial fiction of locating subjectivity in the body (as a way of denying it), as if the colonial masters were still looking on, as if to convey legitimate claims to being civilized. Not having dismantled the underlying presuppositions of British law, Black nationalist men, now with some modicum of control over the state apparatus, continue to preside over and administer the same fictions."

- m jacqui alexander - not just (any)body can be a citizen: the politics of law, sexuality, and postcoloniality in trinidad & tobago and the bahamas

There was a tiny thread in [ profile] cereta's post where a person (from what I gather -- I got there post-deletion) talked about how she and her girlfriend would have to go on permanent birth control as a precautionary measure before visiting Trinidad because "men are different there".

There are so many things I want to say about this. I don't know if I can get them all in order due to my BURNING RAGE, but let's try:

1) People whose concern about homophobic violence in the Caribbean only surfaces when they are considering the Caribbean as an idyllic tropical paradise vacation spot? They need to recognize that concern as the self-serving privilege it is. The Boycott Jamaica campaign demonstrates this privilege in a truly slap-in-the-face way by using the slogan "Let's Get Together and Feel Alright" [sic], which has been the music of Jamaican tourism since, what, the 70s? Most of these islands have local populations who have already been compromised for the sake of tourism dollars. To then exploit that dependency by threatening to cut off that source of income -- and with no attendant care or understanding for the day-to-day lives of those populations -- is an ugly exercise in power.

2) There are indeed strict and abusive anti-homosexuality laws in parts of the Caribbean. I am not disputing that. I am disputing these boycott movements, these blanket statements, that surmise that the local queer populations are either nonexistent, nonactive, disorganized, or simply incompetent. If you as a Westerner are worried about your safety when you visit the Caribbean, take a fucking second to wonder what the LGBT people who live there do about it, and what would help them in their efforts for justice. You CAN, if you wanted, go to Jamaica or Trinidad or the Bahamas and never worry about the threat of homophobic violence, because you can stay in a nice, safe, gated resort on the best beaches and the only terrifying Caribbean people you need be exposed to are the ones at the market ... if you choose to take a tour.

3) None of these legislative acts against homosexuality arose in a vacuum. Read the Alexander article I linked to and find out how British laws policed the sexuality of non-white Trinidadians, then shaped the nature of local lawmaking by creating taboos and mythologies predicated on white British notions of those sexualities. Watch Life and Debt and see how crucial it is for Jamaica's survival for the island to maintain its appeal as a carefree vacation spot, often at the expense of its people. Read Jamaica Kincaid's A Small Place and see what tourism on the small islands looks like from the other side of the camera. These are not realities which afford a lot of room for radical change in legislature, as to do so would endanger already-precarious economic systems and postcolonial social understandings.

4) "Men are different there". They are, indeed, but only so much as they are different everywhere. My father grew up dark-skinned and poor in the sugar cane barracks; he's uncomfortable when gay people kiss on tv, but he believes that people have the right to be happy and he can't in good conscience begrudge them this. My well-off half-brother Richard grew up mostly in Toronto and is terribly homophobic; he freaked out once when my dad sent him a hat and, trying to say that my sister-in-law could wear it too, called it "bisexual" instead of "unisex". My dad mentioned this anecdote when my cousin Derek was visiting from Toronto and Derek grimaced and said with annoyance, "Yeah, Rich is a total homophobe."

Men are different there. I think of my legions of uncles (and "uncles") and boy-cousins and my charmed childhood, free of sexual or physical abuse, and that statement hurts and enrages me to incoherence.

Of course, my brown kinfolk might not be who the commenter was concerned about, as she might not even know that West Indian Asians exist; she might envision a Trinidad full of scary black men, as many people who don't know anything about the Caribbean assume it to be. As much as I (as a Trinidadian) am hurt by the original statement, I want to acknowledge that particular homogenizing tendency in discourse about the Caribbean, and the likelihood that any non-Caribbean person will be squinting through that half-obscured lens. And this just adds an even more problematic dimension to the idea, placing a specific colour to those men from there.

There is a strange disconnect when it comes to the West Indies as seen by tourists; the islands hold an elysian mystique, blue waters and colourful people, lilting accents and a slow, hot rhythm. But it's almost as if the Caribbean outside of travel brochures exists in a blurry stasis, and nothing else happens there unless it directly affects first-worlders. Reports of poverty, unrest, drugs and violence barely make the news and are only important insofar as they might disrupt the tourist's desire to experience "authentic" island life.

Kincaid says it best: "... so when the natives see you, the tourist, they envy you, they envy your ability to leave your own banality and boredom, they envy your ability to turn their own banality and boredom into a source of pleasure for yourself." Remember that banality and boredom, and remember that it exists alongside swimming with turtles and drinking rum on the seashore.
bossymarmalade: man peeling sugarcane (this our native land)
I was really hesitant to write anything for the Asian Women Blog Carnival this time (to the point where I missed the submission date) after last carnival's post about my objection to white people trivializing my religion resulted in a cavalcade of people either:

a) detailing their Very Special Circumstances About Hinduism and asking me to give them a pass
b) telling me that I was being selfish/ignorant/reverse racist/narrow-minded

-- as well as one particularly baffling incident where a person private messaged me with a link to a dreadlocking comm (I know, I know) where a redhead with dreads showed off photos of her black kitten that she was going to name Kali. This person sent me the link because she thought I should see that for everyone who read my post and understood, there were still people who had "a hope that they share in a culture that they feel is richer and more raw and valid then their own". She gave me her e-mail address in case I wanted to discuss it with her.

I didn't. Oddly enough, I don't need random people sending me links to idiots to know that people still treat my religion/culture like crap.

Some of those people happen to be Indian.

I hate to talk about this publicly because inter-PoC discussions often get co-opted by racists (ask me how many times I've had to challenge people who say, "oh but black people had slavery in africa! oh but indian people have castes based on skin colour!"). But since the theme is intersectionality, I figure I might as well address it. )
bossymarmalade: krusty the clown loves being on fire (feeling my flesh melt is faboo!)
I think I need to have a rebuttal about the racist, classist implications of living in North America and denying climate change at the ready, because this morning my program manager blindsided me with gems like, "Gee, I wonder what kind of cars the DINOSAURS drove to cause the Ice Age!" and I kind of just was in stunned silence. Blargh.

In other and semi-related news, we have MammothFail. I think isilya gives a great summary, in case you've somehow missed it.

Anyhow. There's a lot of stuff tied in to this about silencing, and erasure, and pedantic derailing, and statements urging "fairness" to white authors blithely talking about a) "eliminating" the problem of Native Americans or b) astonishment that there are so many PoC (which sounds like Pirates of the Caribbean, tee fucking hee!), and basically so much of the same ignorance that was there for RaceFail ... shit, son, sometimes I wonder why any of us bother. But we do, and there have been some great posts so far, and I'm grateful for them.

I am staying a bit removed for self-preservation purposes, but I did notice that Bujold has amended her statement about being just BOGGLED that so many chromatic fans sprung into existence upon the invention of the Internet to this:

"There are more readers than ever before, of every color; the internet has made their cross-conversations visible, persistent, and potentially powerful, reaching into spaces where they were formerly invisible."

Formerly invisible! Persistent and potentially powerful! I like that. It makes it sound like we poor backward chromatics are finally catching up to this genre; something that I am grateful for, because heaven knows that my brown people have no mythological histories that have been used as the foundations of the genre's world-building, or extrapolated onto alien races, or pasted up as exotic backdrop and costumes. No, we brown folks would have had no reason (up until now that we've found the magical internet) to be invested in those SFF stories. It's all true! More of us are interested than EVER BEFORE!!

Oh, we few exotic dinocorns, indeed.


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