Day 142: Lavinia

Lavinia by Ursula K. LeGuin.  ISBN: 9780151014248.

This book called something to my attention that I think we need to reintroduce into our lives: animal sacrifice. We already raise animals specifically for sacrificial service on our plates and our bodies, but they no longer receive the respect or the reverence they deserve during slaughter.

It used to be that the only times we ate meat was when it was available - during slaughter season when all of the animals were, uh, “ripe” at once. We butchered them and then we had fresh meat and we cured or treated or sold whatever we knew we wouldn’t be able to consume before it went bad.

Before that, when most of us were mere peasants who couldn’t afford to own meat animals, we might have been able to eat meat whenever some squirrels stupidly tripped our traps, but you can pretty much forget big game hunting. Who has time for that when you’re busy plowing fields and trying to prevent your daughters from being raped by your “betters?” Other than that you might get some during feasts if it was a particularly good year for your village. Honestly it was a miracle that peasants were able to maintain enough nutrition to breed at all.

But back to the sacrificing of animals.  I like it because it respects that individual animal.  It’s like saying, “Here god, we give this back to you because we know and respect its value.”  Why not show that animal a brief moment of respect before quartering it into “good” and “bad” meat parts? Sure, maybe it would make our steak dinners more expensive or it would be harder to find bacon in the grocery store, but we already eat far more meat than what is absolutely necessary for our dietary needs (I’m mostly looking at you Americans who eat it at every single meal).

I honestly don’t find anything reprehensible about animal sacrifice for religious purposes. What I find is wastefulness. I don’t condone killing an animal only to let it rot, or killing an animal only to take one part of it for a trophy. If we’re going to kill and eat these animals anyway, why not provide them with a show of respect for the life we take? If we can buy our Chihuahuas designer carrying bags and outfits to match ours, or our cats custom engraved grave stones so they can be buried next to us, I think we can afford to have a priest/reverend/rabbi/voodoo doctor/whoever say a few words over our dinner before it gets its head dragged through a pool of electrified water.

Day 141: Lavinia

Lavinia by Ursula K. LeGuin.  ISBN: 9780151014248.

“Males in love are ridiculous…They can’t help it.” Page 57.

I think this is probably my favorite quote, ever. Strangely it was about a deer and they compared it to a dog chasing a bitch (LeGuin’s words, not mine). Still, I think it applies across most species. It’s one thing all men can be comforted in knowing: ya’ll look stupid in love. I mean, really, really dumb. It’s hilarious, and endearing, and pretty much the only reason women don’t kill you outright when you get to be a little too clingy.

I’ve been lucky enough to have a couple of men fall in love with me, and oh my god you can tell.  Even the most seemingly respectable man will do the strangest, most irrational things to please you.  And folks, I am all too aware of my looks. I’m not super model material, not anywhere close, and I have had men literally fall over themselves when they are around me because something in their brain goes, “Durrrrrr, I wanna be with that one!”

Oh sure, women do this too, on a smaller scale. We tend to fawn over the men in our lives and gush about crushes, but we do it with other women (or select males).  And most of this occurs fairly early in our lives, so that later girl talks tend to turn more towards pointing out all of your defects.  This is certainly how it’s worked in my life anyway and I know I’m not exactly the average female, but I don’t think it’s far off the mark either.

For me, it was easier to be stupid with some of my potential partner choices because it seemed like I would be young for a very long time and would have plenty of chances to get another one if it didn’t work out. Unfortunately it was also a lot easier to overlook major character flaws, so I ended up with some men who cared nothing for me, and, looking back on it, for whom I cared very little as well.

Having gained some experience with people I did want to be with, I can now recognize the signs of someone who wants to be with me. It starts with about a 20 point drop in IQ level whenever I’m around. This of course necessitates finding an already intelligent man, and having his intelligence drop to slightly above average. I’m okay with this. It actually produces some fairly hilarious conversation/moments, and sometimes the brain can be reverted back to its normal state during times of stress or social anxiety. In other words, if I throw my fiancé into a crowd of academics his brain usually puts on its monocle and black tie and behaves itself at least well enough to interact with other cerebellums. And before I incriminate him any further, I’m going to sign off.

With much love to my Squishy Hubbaboo (and my respect and admiration to any other ridiculous males in love),

Amy L. Campbell.

Day 140: Lavinia

Lavinia by Ursula K. LeGuin.  ISBN: 9780151014248.

There's a theme running through this book that I find somewhat hard to swallow.  Lavinia finds comfort in releasing her will to her destiny and feels that she has more control over her life by doing so.  I guess I might consider that an option too, if I had some old dead poet telling me what was supposed to happen next.  But I don't; and even if I did, I might question whether or not someone whose goal in life was to create something that people would be reading well into the future (in other words, it had to be "entertaining" enough to keep the bloodthirsty masses coming back for gore... get it?).

I mean, if she was honestly willing to fulfill her destiny, she should have just married whoever her parents picked for her.  But instead, she takes advice from "God," who in this case happens to be the poet who created, or at the very least, re-imagined her.  On the one hand, I kind of get that, but on the other I am very disappointed that this is what LeGuin is doing with whatever time she has left to write (she's 81, if you're curious).  I was just hoping for more willfulness on Lavinia's part.  There was a little bit, but it was all within the confines of the male structure and we very rarely see her even thinking outside of the box she doesn't even seem to know she's in.

Maybe that's really how women thought in those days, but it does not make for a particularly insightful or interesting re-imagining of the Aeneid.  I'm also retelling, etc., but there needs to be something that's added to the narrative, and Lavinia just fell flat on her 2-D face.  About the only thing she got were far more lines than Virgil ever gave her, but it wasn't necessarily anything I much cared to listen to.

*This was actually transcribed via phone by Dan Walker from Amy Campbell.  Shortly after finishing the transcription the internet was magically reconnected.  Ffffffff.

Day 118: The Left Hand of Darkness

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin.  ISBN: 9780441478125.

 I mentioned the dual-sex of the Gethenians in my previous post.  Let me explain that a little more.  During the average day a Gethenian has no sex drive and no particular gender.  However, they are not what I would consider androgynous.  Androgyny still works within a gender binary, and Gethenians have a gender, it's just that they only have one.  They are only sexually potent for a few days every 26-28 days (in keeping with traditional human fertility cycles).  This period is called kemmer and during kemmer Gethenians will transition into either males or females.  If a Gethenian is impregnated they will stay female for the duration of the pregnancy and nursing.

How amazing would it be to live in a world where gender only matters three days out of the month?  I mean, I love sex, I love having sex almost any day of the week, but it be would nice not to have to deal with the hormones and the awkwardness involved on a daily basis.  And since Gethenians aren't required to work during kemmer, it's easy enough to avoid awkward situations by simply not being around people you don't want to have sex with.

Also, I bet you if we only had one gender we'd have much better birth control options.  It seems that females have automatically been shouldered with the burden of not only having children, but also of preventing them.  We're often even expected to be the ones to make men to wear condoms, which is downright bullshit if you ask me.  And I'd bet that on the job childcare would be standard if everyone had babies.

But these aren't the only benefits that would occur from an Only gender society.  People would be free to be as emotional or stoic as they pleased, to be strong or sympathetic, or combinations of both in whatever mixes they want.  Genderization has done more to stunt our emotional and societal growth than any other problem I can think of off the top of my head.  It automatically limits the potential of every human being to be what they should be based on whether they can impregnate or be impregnated (and therefore how they should supposedly behave).  

Not to mention it seems to be almost criminal if a woman neglects her child (which for a woman means not putting her child at the top of every single list every single waking moment of the day), where as it is seen as normal for men.  Really, I think our society needs a little more accountability all around.  Women need to be more accountable for not breeding with assholes, and men need to just stop being assholes in assuming that a baby is "not their problem" just because they don't have to go through pregnancy.

If you're wondering if I'm a man-hating bitch, the answer is yes.  I hate men who think they're Men but don't actually know what it means to own up and be a Man.  I have bigger balls than many of the supposed "men" I've met, and that's just the sad truth of it.

What do you think your life would be like if you weren't a man or a woman, but both and neither?

Day 117: The Left Hand of Darkness

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin.  ISBN: 9780441478125.

I decided to read this with my fiance because I yanked it out of his hand at the library one month and shoved Andre Norton and Mercedes Lackey's Elvenbane into his hand instead.  It wasn't until we decided to read this together that I realized I haven't ready any LeGuin before this.  

Readers, this makes me slightly ashamed of myself.  I am a huge sci-fi fan.  It is my genre of choice, and the fact that I haven't read someone who's been in the business for over 50 years is just kind of lame.  On the other hand, I do have a tendency to shy away from the founders of sci-fi because the writing tends to be clunky.  It's almost like they used a scientific method to write the books.  Not that they're formulaic, they wrote the formulae, but the sentence structure in Asimov, etc. is so stodgy it feels like they methodically cycled through a list of options before figuring out which one was the best catalyst.  Not necessarily the best way to write a compelling novel.

LeGuin is a tiny bit stodgy, but I think this has more to do with the tastes of the time.  She also wrote a compelling anthropology of a completely fictional race of human beings.  That is a fantastical feat.  Not only did she create myths, culture, history, politics, and gender for these beings, but she wove it into a readable narrative.  I've always been somewhat fascinated by anthropology because it actually involves the study of two cultural perspectives.  Despite any attempts to be neutral, anthropology by its nature cannot be neutral.  Even if no judgments are being made on the culture being studied, there is still the issue of presenting that culture in terms that the audience will be able to understand.  Some cultural differences are so alien to other cultures that it has to be explained in terms that don't define it exactly, but that get close enough that the concept can be retained and eventually digested in a way that is close enough to the original concept.

There are several elements of Gethenian culture and physiology that are so alien that they would be difficult to accept (particularly by anyone in the European mindset).  The first one is probably the concept of Shifgrethor.  Maybe twenty years ago I would say it was the dual-sex of the Gethenians, but transgender people are becoming more and more common, which is not the same, but I think it does make it easier to accept the idea of genders outside of male or female.*  Shifgrethor on the other hand is a kind of fluid concept; it seems to incorporate a sense of honor and decorum and hospitality and protocol and a couple of other things.

You can offend someone's Shifgrethor, which felt (to me) like it was the equivalent of calling a man a faggot.  Not in the sense that you are actually implying that a man has sex with a man, but that they are Unmanly, and negatively so.  Since the Gethenians don't have separate genders, you can't imply that they are less manly or less feminine, but you can imply that they are less Them.  It doesn't involve their humanity so much as it involves how well they fit in with society.  The same kind of goes for the terms faggot, nigger, dyke, and many, many others whose use I really don't encourage (including the ones mentioned here).  

Yes, on the one hand they are terms for differences between us, but they are also used in a way that singles out the Others.  They are a means of separating Others from the normal in a way that gay, black, or lesbian do not.  These latter terms are a means of defining without setting the individuals outside of the norm or insulting their Shifgrethor if you will.  Whereas the previous terms carry connotations of distaste and imply that these individuals are somehow inferior and unwanted, that is why they are so repulsive.  They automatically conjure up images and feelings of being cast out (or never included), and as social creatures that is one of the most offensive thoughts we can have.

*I recognize that transsexual people typically choose to be a different gender than the one they were born into.  And I recognize them as their chosen gender, however I know that the transitional stages have helped me to become more aware of different genders and gender options.