Stuffed-head blogging

I’ve got a cold that’s making concentrating difficult, and I’m having a bit of a down in the dumps reaction to having concentrated so hard on fundamental feminist theory the last few weeks while getting the basic FAQs for the Feminism 101 blog researched and posted. As an educated member of the professional class, I’m pretty privileged with regard to sexual equality, and to spend a lot of time immersed in just how far female equality has to go in other parts of our society and in huge swathes of the rest of the world has been a bit dispiriting, despite the sense of achievement I got and being chuffed at recognition of the worth of the project from Feministe and Pandagon amongst others. [ Edit: I forgot to add my reaction to this as part of the load weighing me down at the moment]

I also got a case of tendonities which is now resolving. So blogging is light for a while yet.

I got an uplift from a comment at Road to Surfdom by nasking, in a very interesting thread about perceptions of ABC bias against the Left since the Howard government instituted its new “balance” rules. Nasking quoted from that terrific scene in the movie Newsfront Network (1976), where Peter Finch cracks, drops his spokesbot anchorman facade, and tells it how it is:

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, “Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad.
[shouting] You’ve got to say, “I’m a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
[shouting]
“I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell – “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!”¦ You’ve got to say, “I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
[screaming at the top of his lungs] “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

In the light of the dispiriting triumphalism displayed by Howard et al over Hicks’ plea-bargain, and the continuing debacle in Iraq, and a list of other injustices and inequities a mile long, it’s worth remembering that the power of a mass of people deciding that “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” should not be disregarded. The power of mass dissatisfaction and the way in which the MSM’s opinions and spin were totally disregarded by the NSW electorate in last weekend’s election may point to why the MSM is yet again announcing the death of blogging as an influential medium.



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  1. Being on dial-up, it’s taken me ages to go through all the links from Pandagon. I don’t ever recall anything like this happening in Australia but then I’m new to blogging.
    We had a grogblog for Ampersand Duck in Melbourne and I had no worries about turning up, alone, in an innner city pub for this. We had a great time but I doubt the same could be done in America after reading about death threats and sexual harrassment of women bloggers.
    It was interesting to see at Blogher that Jeneane Sessum has said she didn’t write any of the posts attributed to her which hilights another problem of having to prove your innocence when your name is out there on a rotten post or comment.

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