• October 18 2011

    Deadliest Catch 90210

    Last week while others were preparing for their Occupy Phoenix activities, I was at home watching an all-new episode of 90210 on the CW.

    Why?

    Well, first and foremost, those kids are like my best friends in the whole wide world. But coming in a close second is the fact that I think it’s important to analyze political and social rhetoric in all its forms, not just the ones easily labeled as such. And last week’s episode was so laden with what appeared to be conservative – especially tea party – brainwashing that I could hardly contain myself.

    With general elections coming up in November and the Presidential election next year, it makes sense that the kids on 90210 were beginning to become politically active… well, the males at least. The females were contemplating naughty versus nice sex, competing with rival sorority leaders, becoming escorts to pay for their college tuition, or being dumbfounded and speechless in the face of passionate male activists. With so much on their plates already, it’s understandable that they really don’t have time to get involved with politics.

    The main issue of last week’s show centered around Teddy and his relationship with his father. Now if you will recall, Teddy recently came out of the closet. He was Beverly Hills’ most formidable PLAAAY-YAH and a budding tennis star. He discovered he was actually gay while dating the token bipolar female (go figure) and she accepted him and led all their friends to accept him too.

    While it’s definitely nice to see a show focus on the topic of homosexuality, I must transport us back a couple seasons to when it was first touched upon – with Adriana and a redhead in a “feminist” band known as the Gloria Steinheims. After a rough patch with alcohol and multi-colored/multi-shaped pill addiction, a baby given up for adoption, and a failed attempt to keep her heterosexual relationship alive with Navid – the brooding “ethnic” character whose family only stays rich by participating in illicit trades, such as underage pornography and chop-shopping – Adriana began to become attracted to the redheaded lesbian female.

    One night while watching romantic movies together alone on her oversized bed, Adriana ended up kissing said redhead. Shortly thereafter during a coffee outing with her girl friends, Adriana shared the story and how happy and alive the redhead made her feel. She then, of course, asked if this made her gay.

    The answer?

    Don’t define it as gay or straight, just have fun and enjoy it!

    And she did. For awhile… until the redhead cheated on her with another edgy feminist. This seemed to be devastating for Adriana, so she went to the coffee shop to write some songs to relieve her sadness, because in the interim, she’d become the lead singer of the Gloria Steinheims. This devastation lasted a couple hours until Navid walked into the coffee shop, and they talked and rekindled their heterosexual flame.

    They never addressed lesbian relationships or Adriana’s sexuality again, and the redhead disappeared off the cast.

    However, since homosexuality is “trending” right now, the writers knew it was important to bring the topic back – with a male/male relationship, of course. I mean, afterall, hot women should be hooking up with hot women all the time without any discussion about their sexuality; when there’s going to be a real (and I use that term loosely here as it is TV) exploration into homosexual relationships and identities, it MUST be done with males. It’s apparent in every media portrayal as well as every made-for-men “lesbian” porn.

    Why?

    The answer is simple. The Patriarchy.

    But I’m getting sidetracked here – which is often hard not to do when living in the shadow of the white male majority – so let’s get back to Teddy and his newly admitted, more socially acceptable gay male identity…

    The show opens up with Teddy and his former bipolar girlfriend sitting on the beach and talking. Teddy had left his father a couple phone messages letting him know that he was gay, but his father never responded. At a loss and having no male mentor to turn to, Teddy also came out to his uncle who, surprisingly, was completely cool and more than accepting of his lifestyle.

    “You mean the ueber-conservative one?” the bipolar ex-girlfriend responded, somewhat in disbelief as well.

    Yep, that exact one. And low and behold, what would you know, that homosexual-supporting-super-conservative-rich-white-uncle just happened to be running for office in the next election – against a liberal African-American woman.

    Hmmmm….

    Now while all this is brewing, we can’t overlook another major plotline that is simultaneously occurring: a complicated relationship between Liam, the badass, and a sweet soon-to-have-a-baby widow from Alaska.

    You see, Liam left last summer – the summer after senior year of high school – to become a crew member on a commercial fishing boat. He came back all secretive and haunted, and it took the audience awhile to realize why. Turns out, Liam missed a shift on the boat one day, somehow, and his newfound Alaskan commercial fisherman best friend was on the boat in his place. And he never returned. He was dead, and it was Liam’s fault because it should have been him on the boat instead. This just completely tore him up inside, so much so that he got wasted one night and used his entire summer’s fishing paycheck to purchase the bar where he was drinking.

    What also tore him up is that he had fallen in love with his new best friend’s widow in the aftermath, and now she was in Beverly Hills looking for him because she’d fallen in love with him too. Turns out, however, that the other guy never really died, and he ends up in Beverly Hills too, stalking and watching from afar as Liam and his wife fall in love. When he returns, he seems to resemble most fictional media portrayals of a veteran returning from war by means of his dress, hair, and actions. Afterall, being on a commercial fishing boat is pretty much like going to war.

    He watches them for awhile, and eventually, he’s discovered, and there’s a confrontation. He yells at Liam for stealing his wife. They get into a physical altercation and as the pretty young Alaskan woman that they are fighting over attempts to break them up, she gets knocked across the room, hitting her head hard against the wall and basically passes out. It’s not really domestic violence though because she got in the way, and it was Liam’s fault anyways, not the fisherman marine’s. So they take her to the emergency room.

    The thought-to-be-dead husband comes out to meet Liam in the waiting room with the great news that it’s only a minor concussion. Thank god. This now allows the males to bond and rekindle their brotherhood as she recovers from her head injury, alone in a hospital bed.

    The husband apologizes as he realizes that Liam stepped up to take care of his wife in his absence, and he can’t fault him for that. The scene continues on to be reminiscent of other media portrayals of the seemingly dead war hero who returns home to find his woman is now with his best friend. These feelings of battlefield fraternity are being evoked without having to address actual battle or any of the countless wars in process although it is the “political” episode. Beyond that, it perpetuates that wonderful patriarchal message:

    Don’t fight brothers! She’s only a woman. She only has a minor concussion because of our violent actions. Let’s not forget about fraternity! Semper Fi!! Bros before hoes, man!!!

    Now back to the political playing field where a big debate is happening that night. Teddy is still being supported by his conservative uncle, and the bipolar female, who is attempting to make a career in film, has met a passionate male political activist who also happens to be gay. He works for the liberal candidate, and he is beyond fervent. So fervent in fact that she can’t even keep up with what he’s saying. You can see extreme confusion mixed with sexual attraction in her eyes as he finally takes a moment to realize he’s “talking too fast” for this poor, uninformed female. So she decides it’s probably best to just start filming.

    At the same time, Teddy has accompanied his uncle to the debate although Teddy is worried that his sexuality will harm his uncle’s campaign, especially since many people think that most of his conservative supporters don’t support homosexuals. Nonsense, the angelic uncle replies and tells Teddy not to worry because “times change, and people change. It’s time we change too.” They share a genuine smile, and the uncle takes the podium to respond to the liberal candidate’s very empty speech, calmly stating that he does not agree with her, but he will support her right to have her own beliefs. Then he graciously turns the attention to his gay nephew and announces, “that’s why I’m proud to stand here with my family.”

    Awww… If only we could all have such a progressive and supportive politician who is focused on family values in our lives. And maybe we could, if we’d get out and cast our vote for one that appears to be similar.

    After the speeches, Teddy is speaking with the liberal gay activist about his father’s refusal to speak with him. The liberal tells him that he will get over it and contact him soon and not to worry about it. Furthermore, he goes on to tell Teddy that his uncle is only using him as a political strategy. Teddy scoffs at this idea, reminding the liberal that his conservative uncle was there when the entire world turned his back on him, including his own father – something that happens for many homosexuals when they come out, stressing that it’d be nice to feel like someone out there actually loved him.

    Teddy goes on to yell at the liberal homosexual, telling him “you want me to stand for stuff I’ve never even thought about… 93% of the time, I agree with my uncle.” He then, very vehemently tells the liberal that because of that, he will support his conservative uncle no matter what, “even if it means going against people like you.” Teddy has finally found support and love, and he will no longer stand in solidarity with other homosexuals and their liberal agenda just because they share the same sexuality.

    Of course, as there always is in politics, there’s going to be an amazing after-party where Dickson, the adopted African-American son who is abusing amphetamines in order to find inspiration to make hip-hop music, will be dj-ing. Adriana, who has fallen from graces with the public, as well as with her rich friends, after releasing a stolen pop song as her own, doesn’t feel as if she’s invited. When she shyly tells Dickson this, feeling as if she won’t be welcome at the party due to her shady past, he assures her that “everyone is invited to this party - republicans, democrats, communists, everybody!”

    Sounds like a really down-to-earth and accepting party. A party that wants all Americans to be represented… a tea party, perhaps?

    So yeah, as I mentioned before, it’s good to know your enemy, in all forms.

    Perhaps I’m just a vulgar, godless liberal who is reading too much into what I’ve seen and heard. Perhaps it’s not strictly a tea party agenda, just a conservative one. Perhaps I’m thinking too much, which is something we know both ideologies really don’t like. But hey, at least I’m thinking and not robotically swallowing their message, and I’m willing to give 90210 another chance tonight. Hell, maybe they’ll surprise me. Maybe Teddy’s uncle is just using him for his campaign, and the show has a liberal message instead… but there’s something deep down inside me that tells me that’s just not so.

    The commercials also lead me in that direction as well. Like the commercial that stars an African-American single father with his two African-American sons who are having lunch in a McDonald’s type establishment. The kids do something silly with their “money” and it immediately flashes to, “need to teach your kids how to be more financially responsible?” Then a financial company posts its namesake and directs the viewer to use its services so as to help the nation pull itself out of this depression caused by fast-food-eating-minority-single-parents. Of course, it doesn’t star Bernie Madoff and Lucifer sharing a roasted kitten in a cavernous gold-plated banquet hall. That, of course, would just be liberally-spun hyperbole, rather than subtle finger-pointing and a perpetuation of national stereotypes created by those in power.

    My favorite commercial of the night, however, had to be for the newest hit movie, Footloose:

    In three days… a movie… that was already done before… and doesn’t star Kevin Bacon.

    It’s like the tea party is saying, hey, don’t worry, when we’re in office, one day you’ll also have the chance – if you work real hard – to win your right to dance back. HAVE NO FEAR AMERICA!!!

    No, actually… have an IMMENSE amount of fear America.

    Please.


    Oct 18, 2011 @ 7:31 pm

    post tags: america politics language culture power The Patriarchy gender socialization socialization 90210 the CW Occupy Phoenix know thy enemy losing my mind

  • June 13 2011

    When I was little, if you can imagine it, my mom had all sorts of crazy rules. These rules often kept me from socializing with other kids. (Or her for that matter.) They mostly kept me alone and in my head, concocting all sorts of things up there that would make drawing shapes in the Phoenix dirt with sticks, erasing them with my hand, then starting over again, feel like the most exciting thing in the world.

    I spent a lot of time alone, but I often had the boombox: a beautiful, seventeen-inch silver machine, with a tape deck that records AND a mic and everything. In fact, I still have it, and it’s one of the only things I had in my new place (besides the termites) when I decided to make a run from my last life. It’s been through a lot with me, and this morning, as I started yet another morning thinking why should I even bother when all the options I’m given are things that only make my brain pulse, I flipped on my good old friend for some company. And Call Me Al was on. Fuck yeah.

    As I danced in my kitchen, thinking of Chevy Chase (sorry Paul), I remembered the performances I would put on in the front yard for absolutely no one when I was a little girl to songs like this. I would practice and practice until it was perfect, and then I would simultaneously hit play and that fresh cut grass in my bare feet - so as to not slip during the difficult acrobatic number (which was probably just me rolling around in biker shorts and neon lace, but in my HEAD, it was truly a graceful thing of beauty).

    Sometimes I would record a talkshow with the boombox and our one-eyed dog, back when he was a two-eyed dog with a constant red rocket. Other times, the boombox would provide the music for my carefully choreographed rollerskate ballet, performed to a Tchaikovsky and 2 Live Crew mixtape I painstakingly made for the occasion. I remember there was an epic sword battle at one point, and it was definitely hard to stick the landing as it was on one leg whilst skating and stabbing…

    I kept dancing while pouring my morning tea; I thought it may help motivate me to try for the millionth time to write a damn resume for a job without pulling a Shining in the “Professional Experience” section. But instead, it just made me wanna take the boombox out into the front yard again. See what I could do with some Ke$ha on the gravel in triple digits…

    You know, be me again.

    Jun 13, 2011 @ 11:02 am

    post tags: unemployment losing my mind summer in Phoenix in my head Call Me Al socialization

  • October 17 2010

    (Photograph by Ronnie D.)
Can you feel it? It’s a powerful thing.

    (Photograph by Ronnie D.)

    Can you feel it? It’s a powerful thing.

    Oct 17, 2010 @ 2:36 pm

    post tags: christians love insanity culture america socialization

  • "The status quo is unacceptable."

    Davis Guggenheim

    2010-10- 17T11:50:41Z Oct 17, 2010 @ 11:50 am

    post tags: The Never-Ending Quest for Knowledge culture america davis guggenheim socialization politics

  • June 17 2010

    Here’s a screen shot of my WFH lunch break - The Drs. on Channel 3.
All these shows ever do is talk about some creepy or tragic thing happening to genitalia. It’s not quite, “hey let’s be open and talk about real sexual health.” Nope, everyone wants to talk about sex and sexuality, but since we’re too scared to do so in a normal and healthy manner - as evidenced by the use of the word “Privates” - we fulfill our desires by talking about all this twisted stuff in attempt to get our kick of both sex AND drama.
Oh! And don’t forget… violence. We love that one mixed in there too. Like Law and Order SVU. And its handful of counterparts (same formula popping up everywhere like another Seth McFarlane cartoon, and you’re like - why the fuck isn’t anyone saying enough is enough already??).
If real rape got anywhere near the same attention as glamorized TV rape in Miami with a team full of detectives full of sexual tension, maybe people would care to do more about its problem in our society.
But until then, we’ll just keep playing these images of sex spliced with violence over and over and over and over again and think it has absolutely nothing to do with setting a standard or desensitizing people to an event without even opening up a discussion on its real, tangible impact on both men AND women!!
… Deep breath …
Anyways, back to the creepy doctor issue I have…
I had a really bad hangover not too long ago, and it really really sucked. But because of that hangover, I was trapped on my couch watching Dr. Oz - and thank (idiomatic) God for that! He was answering sex questions and informing the public about genitalia… by having members of the live studio audience come to the stage and dissect shriveled up junk from CADAVERS! Like dicks and vaginas and uteri. And everyone was SO EXCITED!! to wear his trademark “Purple Exam Gloves.” Hmmm…
Today, the young cute doctor they have on the panel of The Drs. (now, don’t confuse The Drs. with Dr. Oz because he’s sexy enough to have a hip health show on his own…) rushed through one of their discussion topics - “Is There Really a Short Man Syndrome?” The panel talked about the self-image of males as it relates to the cultural perception about how tall a real man should be. This is actually a good topic.
However, the boyish sassy one in scrubs says something lame like, “well, let’s move onto something a bit more serious.” And I have to assume he said this because he believes that either A) socialization as a whole doesn’t exist or B) men can’t suffer the effects of gender specific socialization. I really have have no other choice. 
And then this graphic flies in on the screen. And we’re on to something more serious. 
It was a story about someone with diabetes who had ED, and I started thinking about one of my ex boyfriends, and how he’s off in the Peace Corps now, and blah blah, blah (insert me having a serious mental breakdown in the middle of the Starbucks  where I was lucky enough to find a job making lattes and cleaning toilets after graduating with my dual bachelor degrees, at least one - possibly more - crazy text message marriage proposals to said ex boyfriend, including aforementioned Peace Corps, and then me getting some good old Fluoxetine and a sexy, skinny yet constantly shivering body, and you’ll pretty much get the picture).
… and so I kinda missed the real story.
But I think what happened was the guy lost his dick because of a surgery, and there was a lawsuit.
My point is this… today was a rough day.

    Here’s a screen shot of my WFH lunch break - The Drs. on Channel 3.

    All these shows ever do is talk about some creepy or tragic thing happening to genitalia. It’s not quite, “hey let’s be open and talk about real sexual health.” Nope, everyone wants to talk about sex and sexuality, but since we’re too scared to do so in a normal and healthy manner - as evidenced by the use of the word “Privates” - we fulfill our desires by talking about all this twisted stuff in attempt to get our kick of both sex AND drama.

    Oh! And don’t forget… violence. We love that one mixed in there too. Like Law and Order SVU. And its handful of counterparts (same formula popping up everywhere like another Seth McFarlane cartoon, and you’re like - why the fuck isn’t anyone saying enough is enough already??).

    If real rape got anywhere near the same attention as glamorized TV rape in Miami with a team full of detectives full of sexual tension, maybe people would care to do more about its problem in our society.

    But until then, we’ll just keep playing these images of sex spliced with violence over and over and over and over again and think it has absolutely nothing to do with setting a standard or desensitizing people to an event without even opening up a discussion on its real, tangible impact on both men AND women!!

    … Deep breath …

    Anyways, back to the creepy doctor issue I have…

    I had a really bad hangover not too long ago, and it really really sucked. But because of that hangover, I was trapped on my couch watching Dr. Oz - and thank (idiomatic) God for that! He was answering sex questions and informing the public about genitalia… by having members of the live studio audience come to the stage and dissect shriveled up junk from CADAVERS! Like dicks and vaginas and uteri. And everyone was SO EXCITED!! to wear his trademark “Purple Exam Gloves.” Hmmm…

    Today, the young cute doctor they have on the panel of The Drs. (now, don’t confuse The Drs. with Dr. Oz because he’s sexy enough to have a hip health show on his own…) rushed through one of their discussion topics - “Is There Really a Short Man Syndrome?” The panel talked about the self-image of males as it relates to the cultural perception about how tall a real man should be. This is actually a good topic.

    However, the boyish sassy one in scrubs says something lame like, “well, let’s move onto something a bit more serious.” And I have to assume he said this because he believes that either A) socialization as a whole doesn’t exist or B) men can’t suffer the effects of gender specific socialization. I really have have no other choice. 

    And then this graphic flies in on the screen. And we’re on to something more serious. 

    It was a story about someone with diabetes who had ED, and I started thinking about one of my ex boyfriends, and how he’s off in the Peace Corps now, and blah blah, blah (insert me having a serious mental breakdown in the middle of the Starbucks  where I was lucky enough to find a job making lattes and cleaning toilets after graduating with my dual bachelor degrees, at least one - possibly more - crazy text message marriage proposals to said ex boyfriend, including aforementioned Peace Corps, and then me getting some good old Fluoxetine and a sexy, skinny yet constantly shivering body, and you’ll pretty much get the picture).

    … and so I kinda missed the real story.

    But I think what happened was the guy lost his dick because of a surgery, and there was a lawsuit.

    My point is this… today was a rough day.

    Jun 17, 2010 @ 9:36 pm

    post tags: Ronnie D. has issues. daytime tv socialization gender socilalization The Patriarchy dick Violence against women violence sexuality sex and violence be a man diabetics losing my mind

  • June 14 2010

    DON’T DO DRUGS!

    Consume instead.

    … and don’t forget to take your Prozac.

    Jun 14, 2010 @ 8:46 pm

    post tags: War on Drugs America marketing hypocrisy socialization culture

  • June 6 2010

    Oh my God. Where on Earth do I live??
This truck was also sporting the “Keep the Change” bumper sticker I’ve been seeing around town more and more.
Summer in Phoenix 2010… you’re gonna be a rough one. I can feel it.

    Oh my God. Where on Earth do I live??

    This truck was also sporting the “Keep the Change” bumper sticker I’ve been seeing around town more and more.

    Summer in Phoenix 2010… you’re gonna be a rough one. I can feel it.

    Jun 6, 2010 @ 2:24 pm

    post tags: bumper stickers Phoenix Arizona local issues vegetarian socialization linguistics definitions

  • June 5 2010

    theuproar:

TAKE OFF YOUR HEADPHONES 
The role of technology is changing how we communicate and interact in social settings. This stencil was created for a guerrilla campaign against antisocial behavior that happens as a result of our engagement with our portable devices. 
Artist: Tanya Test

Beautiful.

    theuproar:

    TAKE OFF YOUR HEADPHONES

    The role of technology is changing how we communicate and interact in social settings. This stencil was created for a guerrilla campaign against antisocial behavior that happens as a result of our engagement with our portable devices.

    Artist: Tanya Test

    Beautiful.

    Jun 5, 2010 @ 7:43 pm

    post tags: art awesome beauty socialization culture technology