Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Lappeenranta

Since I'm feeling homesick for my new home today, I thought I might write my promised tribute to Lappeenranta, Finland.

I've spent a total of about four months there, and I love and appreciate it for the small, calm,quiet, beautiful city that it is. It is the perfect size and population density, the likes of which I have never experienced here in the eastern U.S. It is the perfect combination of society and solitude, of natural beauty and convenience.



Lappeenranta lies on Lake Saimaa. My husband's apartment (soon to be mine, too, I guess) is quite close to the harbor area where, in the summertime, there are meat pies and terraces and lots of good beer and cider. There's also a beach for regular doses of swimming and sunbathing.



Which brings me to something characteristic of all of southern Finland: the never ending summer dusk. There is a real novelty to walking around at midnight when the sun is still lighting the sky a bit. Someday I'll make it north and witness a more dramatic version of this phenomenon.

But summer is quick and then comes the cold and the snow. But the winters in Lappeenranta are less severe than you might think, and for a (southern) New Englander, it's not terribly different from what I'm used to. In fact, I suspect I will prefer it. This has primarily to do with the fact that I won't need to drive in it, since much of the stuff I need to access is within walking distance, and there's plenty of public transportation should I need it. [Tangent: I'm tired of constantly fretting about car and driving related issues in any case. "What is wrong with it? Why is it making that squealing/clunking/grinding noise? How much will it cost to fix it? Why is the price of gas skyrocketing again? Why the hell didn't I buy those studded tires when I had the chance?" It'll all be moot. I'm done with cars. I don't need them.]



Just as it's light in the summer, it's also dark in the winter. I like it, though. It's as if it gives you permission to hide inside, drink a lot of warm beverages, eat salmon at Cafe Isaak, and see to writing that novel you always said you were going to write but were too distracted to even attempt. There is plenty of time for being out in the world in summer, and winter is time for an indoor hibernation. That prospect might depress a lot of people, but I find it pleasing.



That doesn't mean that winter isn't beautiful, however. Quite the contrary; it's picturesque. There are always days on which you'll venture out for a walk, eat something warm at a cafe or a restaurant, and head back home, enjoying the winter scene that surrounds you.



Oh, and the people. They're always incredibly kind and accommodating to this non-Finnish speaking American. I can't wait until I'm a Finnish speaking American so that I might better communicate with them. They certainly made the decision to start a life there much easier.

And, as a last word, check out LappeenrantaNYT, a website my husband helped create. It might only be useful to you if you speak Finnish, but if you're in the Lappeenranta area, you might enjoy taking a look.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Shoegaze: Can't We Think of a Better Name?

One of the real pleasures of being on spring break is staying up late and waking up early. Right now, it's 2:15 AM and, though I am sleepy, I'm enjoying these wasted hours far too much to turn out the light. Right now, music is my diversion. Having been so busy with things of a literary nature, I haven't had much time for my first love. I began the night with the intention of exploring some new music, but instead I'm indulging in some old favorites. I thought I might talk a bit about these favorites, perhaps with a few short words about how they came to be favorites. Indie rock music tonight. Classical music another night.

Noise pop. Shoegaze. They haunt my ears. I can't seem to get enough of this particular aesthetic, characterized by (guitar) distortion, effects, and typically either an ambient or a poppy composition. Very often the vocals are buried deep in a mess of guitar textures. I don't think I know anyone who feels quite the same way about this sound as I do. Sure, it can be repetitive and boring, but there is something ineffably pleasing about that sound. I can't seem to stop seeking it out.

It began for me the same way it began for the world: with The Jesus and Mary Chain and My Bloody Valentine.


This song came out in 1985. I get an inexplicable and egocentric kick out of the idea that it came out in the year I was born.



And here's where, in the early 90s, shoegaze was born, though the term didn't exist then. "Shoegaze" or "shoegazing" is supposedly derived from a derogatory comment on the style in which these bands performed.



I think you can note a few similarities here. This is Ringo Deathstarr (a contender for the best band name ever) from Austin. The shoegaze influence was a little delayed, but it can be found in a lot of contemporary acts (all of whom I scavenge fitfully during late nights like this one).



This is The Brian Jonestown Massacre. They fuse what was best about the songwriting of the 60s with various 90s influences, including shoegaze! Although they never have, nor will they ever gaze at their shoes in performance, their "idiosyncratic" frontman, Anton Newcombe, writes a damn good song. BJM brings the 60s pastiche movement of the 90s to a genuinely good place, and they make Oasis look even dumber than you might have thought possible. (He sort of nicked the riff from The Yardbirds' "Heart Full of Soul" on this one, but I forgive him whole heartedly.)


Oh, but I'm not done! I haven't even broached the topic of post-punk and shoegaze!

It all began with Cocteau Twins. I'm sure they had neither of these definitions in mind when they recorded this song in '83, but who cares.


Another band I've come to really like are The Horrors. They began their career as a sort of gothy punk spectacle, but they've come out with some great post-punk-infused shoegaze.



Well, you've witnessed (heard) a good deal of my noisy obsession. If you love this stuff, give a shout, because I've been looking for a fellow on this one. I recognize that it's not everyone's (i.e. almost no one's) thing, but I'm here to proclaim my love for this aesthetic right here and now.

Edit: apologies to Slowdive. I love you, too.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Some More Photos


After writing my little ode to my home region, I found several other pictures that I wish I had used. So I'll post them as a supplemental. If anything can be said of this area of the world, it's pretty to look at.


Come to the Riverton Fair, with ten minutes worth of things to see and an hours worth of food to devour.


Fall is pretty nice.


More fall.


Well, that's all for now regarding northwest Connecticut. It, by definition, isn't that interesting a place.

As for me, I've been on spring break since Saturday. My academic steel was put to the test last week, a test which I think I (mostly) passed. I read Kesey's Sometimes a Great Notion in its entirety despite having numerous other time consuming tasks on my plate. I am not an inordinately fast reader; I like to take my time, since part of the fun of reading is understanding the material with as much depth as possible, and second readings are typically not things I can afford. I worked incredibly hard, and I'm proud. Should I ever have the chance to tackle a doctoral program, I think I'll do okay. I hope. Maybe. Working on confidence might also be a worthy use of my time.

As for the book itself, it was spectacular. I'd now list it as one my favorites. I find that I'm attracted to literature about specific locales within the United States, and Notion is just that. I really like Kesey. I wish he had spent more time writing novels and less time being an idiot on a bus. Incidentally, the novel made me want to see Oregon. I can be a tourist from "back east." I'd get a kick out of that. You can't be "back east" when you've never really left the east.

And, as a final word on travels, I feel it necessary to concoct an ode to my new home, Lappeenranta, Finland sometime in the near future. I do love it there, and I want my readers to love it, too.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Home(s)


A scene from my hometown.

If all goes according to plan, and it damn well better, I'll be moving to Lappeenranta, Finland in early August of this year. I am excited and scared, but unequivocally ready. The time for equivocation passed months ago, and there is no longer a question of whether the move will take place. This is real, and I am doing this.
Before this possibility presented itself, I had no intention of moving anywhere, aside from deeper into the Berkshire mountains where I might sustain the quiet and solitude I crave. I live in northwest Connecticut, a place that acts as a sort of last vestige of beauty and silence before one hits the archetypal Connecticut (be it via route 44 or 202 or...), that soul-sucking suburb of New York City.

We are not truly Connecticut, but an autonomous entity in a relatively peaceful coalition with western Massachusetts. We have our own slang, unique even within the context of New England dialects (see: "Raggie"). We are not hicks, although some Connecticutioners and New Yorkers would dispute this. We are as well educated and diverse (which is to say, somewhat well-educated and pitifully diverse) as any rural community in the United States. Our towns are populated sparsely. Our town centers are small and lonely. In summer, the heat sizzles and in winter the snow weighs heavily on our well-being. In spring it would seem you were in Seattle, and in fall the maple trees blaze and the leaves crunch and the air nips and the apple cider is tart.

When I was a teenager, I thought this place was nothing more than a sleepy, cold, lonely bore.




Even still, I soaked in the pleasures -- of driving with the windows down, going nowhere because there would be nothing for miles, busting the silence with music and laughter, eating apples from my grandfather's orchard, smelling the ink and wood of old factories -- and with a little age and even less wisdom, I have learned to love it all.


Collinsville, not quite the northwest but not quite central.

Strangely, as different as this place is from Lappeenranta, there are notable similarities, too. I imagine that, should I become homesick, I'll retreat to the fortress area, high on a hill, where the old buildings are ever so slightly reminiscent of New England.


Lappeenranta

In a way, being raised in New England has, I'm told, prepared me to live in Finland, where people are reputedly unfriendly and as frigid as their surroundings. Personally, I find this accusation to be completely unfounded, since the Finns I know are warm and helpful and lovely. In fact, I'd say Finland is a notch or two friendlier than northwest Connecticut, where we are curmudgeonly and suspicious until we're given decent reasons to renounce that attitude. I guess it's as we've all suspected throughout history; the culture of those damn Puritans hasn't yet dissipated. Which is strange, really, because the majority of us are Irish American, Italian American, Polish American, or some combination thereof.



In any case, I'm happy to leave and sad to go. I'll miss the rolling hills, which give me palpitations these days, lagers in the grass, the vast reservoirs, wine at the picnic table while reading hyper-masculine American novels, the county fairs and the maple syrup, the dilapidated factories and the bright bar signs.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Feminism

I'm taking a course on feminist criticism, for which I wrote this paper. In terms of my own brand of feminism, I think of myself as loosely belonging to the "third wave," and as staunchly -- 'militantly,' even -- pro-sex. That's why I'm posting this paper. It's not the best paper in the world, but it argues for something that means a lot to me: sexual freedom, even in terms of practices looked on as repugnant by (some) conservatives and (some) feminists alike.

One apology: to those LGBT, particularly the trans folks, who are mentioned only peripherally in the paper. If I had it to do over again and I could find more research on the matter, I'd have said a lot more. On that note, I'd also have like to say more about race and BDSM, since it is an issue which often figures prominently. Maybe someday I'll try to write a better, more comprehensive paper on these issues.

Well, here it is:

The Distribution of Power: Sadomasochism and Feminism
In her article “How Ordinary (Sexist) Discourse Resists Radical (Feminist) Critique,” Terry Winant discusses an advertisement for the film Bloodline. Her critique hinges upon the idea that the image in the advertisement portrays a conflation of sex and violence. Since the image is ambiguous (neither definitively violent nor definitively sexual), it defies immediate criticism. The context in which the ad’s message is coherent, therefore, is a society in which violence, specifically violence against women, is “second nature” in conceptions of sex (Winant 58). I argue that the ad portrays a particular brand of sexuality, namely sadomasochism, and that this sexual practice is not in and of itself harmful to gender equality. Because, however, it is inconceivable for the ad to cast anyone other than a female as its subject, it does reflect our society’s readiness to ascribe femininity to submission, and is, on these grounds, sexist.

The Bloodline ad displays a woman’s neck, mouth, and torso, leaving her remaining parts out of frame. She has a red ribbon wound tightly around her neck. The tagline reads, “The line between love and death is the Bloodline” (Winant 57). Winant constructs a seven-premise argument that she suggests should have been used by the organization Women Against Violence Against Women (WAVAW) to combat the ad:
1) The Bloodline ad, considered as a communicative act, is ambiguous
between sex and violence.
2) While an explicit identification of sex with violence would be overtly
repulsive, the ad, by implicitly identifying them, deprives its audience
of the opportunity to assess the truth of the claim ‘sex is violence.’
3) The intelligibility of the ad (together with its effectiveness as an
advertisement) depends on is audience’s readiness to identify sex with
violence.
4) Only in a society in which the perpetration of violence on one’s sex
partners is second nature would there be such a readiness to identify
sex with violence.
5) Only the explicit calling of our attention to this identification can, by
providing the opportunity to assign a truth value, dislodge violent sex
from its position as ‘second nature’, and thus allow its repulsiveness to
play a leading role in its elimination.
From this it follows that
6) Paramount Pictures’ Bloodline publicity depends on this fact about our
society: it is a matter of course that sex involves violence, and that
7) The Bloodline publicity helps sustain the position of sexual violence as
‘a matter of course in our sexist society’(Winant 58).

Here, she itemizes the objections she thinks should be leveled against the ad. She emphasizes its intentional ambiguity, going on to describe the way in which the ribbon resembles a slit throat, and that it is difficult to interpret whether the woman’s face displays pain or pleasure (Winant 59). She claims that this ambiguity can remain unchallenged because it presents an “erotic gory image,” or one that is never viewed as purely violent (Winant 61).

This conflation, however, is one that exists in many consensual sex practices. Such practices contain elements of physical or psychological violence that are gratifying to both of the act’s constituents. These acts, while common within human sexuality, are considered taboo or deviant in relation to sexual convention (Weinberg, Williams, and Moser 385). Sadomasochistic sex, or SM, contains two components: a dominant and a submissive. Weinberg, Williams and Moser define the relationship between these two roles as “the rule of one partner over another,” wherein one person dominates the other with given consent. In addition to consent, the necessary elements that define SM are: role-play relevant to dominance and submission within a sexual context, as well as mutually agreed upon definitions of SM sex play. Typically, however, SM role-play involves the illusion of non-consent, with the submissive pretending to resist the will of the dominant (Weinberg, Williams, and Moser 381). In this paper, I define sadomasochism strictly as a consensual sexual practice rather than a larger social phenomenon.

The Bloodline ad greatly resembles this definition. The ribbon constricts the woman’s neck tightly, but her mouth is not contorted in a grimace or a scream; rather, her lips are gently parted, more closely resembling orgasm than pain or distress. She does not have a rope or a chain around her neck, but, as Winant rightly notes, it is a red ribbon. Rather than resembling a wound as Winant suggests, the visible vein in her neck causes it to look more as if she is being strangled or tightly restrained. We see no bruises, cuts, or other injuries that might indicate death or struggle. A ribbon could easily be used as a method to constrict, but avoid causing real harm in a consensual sex game. The small bow on the left side of the ribbon further suggests sensuality rather than malice. The tagline evokes the terms “love” and “death” and suggests that there is a line between the two, something frequently explored through fantasy in SM.

Not only does this reinterpretation of the image define more firmly the violence that is enacted in it, it also suggests that there is something pleasurable about this violence. For these purposes, I define “violence” as an act of aggression and dominance, not necessarily precipitating true harm. Erotic strangulation and restraint are common elements of SM and, while they are done with the consent of both parties, some of the eroticism results from feigned non-consent after discussion and agreement sometime prior to the sex act (Weinberg, Williams, Moser 382). When viewed this way, the image becomes unequivocally sexual and violent. In other words, she experiences a sort of violence to which she submits willingly, and from which she yields sexual gratification.

If this is true, the ad is less ambiguous than Winant claims. Further, premise two of her argument is no longer valid because, actually, a significant subset of people (an estimated 5 – 10 percent of the U.S. population “on at least an occasional basis”) regard an overt pairing of sex and violence to be arousing rather than repulsive (Reinisch and Beasley 162). The “readiness” required of the viewer that she outlines in her third premise is also suspect in light of this new interpretation. If the image is at once definitively sexual and definitively violent, it does not rely upon as much inference on the part of the audience. It is intelligible not because it utilizes a natural association between sex and violence, but rather because it exploits a known sexual variant, or what some would term a “deviance.” Weinberg, Williams, and Moser describe this in their study on sadomasochism: “Most people relate sex to feelings of love, tenderness, and affection, not the hate and callousness that SM implies” (379). It is not ‘a matter of course’ to consider sex violent. In fact, the opposite is true, in that sadomasochistic tendencies have historically been considered a pathological condition (Weinberg, Williams, and Moser 380). The provocativeness of the subject is what titillates and serves to sell the film, not the assumption that all (heterosexual) sex is essentially violent.

This presents a question, however: Is the ad sexist and, if so, how? This has partly to do with the way in which gender operates in SM sex play. It might appear that SM is an inherently gendered activity. By “gendered” I mean that roles are assigned according to the gender with which one identifies. Because sadomasochistic sex, by definition, involves the existence of control and dominance over a submissive element, it is easy to assume that a dominant must be male and a submissive must be female. This is untrue, however. SM exists within heterosexual, homosexual, and transgender sex. The dominant and submissive roles are determined according to inclination, and only have to do with traditional female/male dynamics if the couple chooses to include this in the subject of their role-play (Weinberg, Williams, and Moser 382). In fact, SM often contravenes traditional gender roles. It is not at all uncommon for a female to adopt the dominant role, controlling and humiliating her male submissive (Weinberg, Williams, and Moser 382). This can be seen in a typical, almost clichéd image of SM, the dominatrix and her slave. The subject of sadomasochism has traditionally been controversial in the world of feminism (Chancer 84). At the 1982 Barnard Conference on Sexuality, a dispute ensued over whether or not a pro-sadomasochism group called SAMOIS should legitimately participate in the event’s panel (Chancer 83). Although the group was made up exclusively of lesbian members, this began a larger debate over the merits of any and all sadomasochism. Those who are against sadomasochism claim that it reflects harmful gender stereotypes and institutionalized power struggles (regardless of the gender of the relationship’s constituents) and can naturally extend outside of a sexual context and into everyday life (Chancer 83 – 84). In her article “From Pornography to Sadomasochism: Reconciling Feminist Differences,” Lynn S. Chancer suggests a reasonable approach to this problem:

Therefore, it seems again that a third position is required that would be capable of incorporating two perspectives at once. In this second example, a more synthetic approach would neither repressively judge women who enjoy sadomasochistic sex consensually explored in the present nor ignore the seriousness of coercive social situations bequeathed to women (and men) from the past (Chancer 84).

Although it is relatively uncommon for consensual SM to extend beyond the sexual and into relationship dynamics outside the bedroom (Weinberg, Williams, and Moser 384), it is wise to remain cognizant of the institutions which influence a lot of SM play. In other words, enjoyment of SM is not detrimental to the feminist cause, but to allow the opiate of sexual desire to distract us from the female oppression that has inspired many SM fantasies is.

It is, however, important to resist the urge to automatically associate gender with a particular role. In a lesbian relationship, for example, wherein one woman adopts a dominant role and the other a submissive one, it would be easy to assume (as anti-SM feminists apparently did in 1982) that the dominant fulfills the “male” role and that the submissive the “female” role. This assumption suggests that there is something inherently masculine about the desire for sexual dominance, and something inherently feminine about the enjoyment of submission. These gender roles may play a part in the execution of any couple’s SM play, but it need not necessarily be so, and SM often deliberately deviates from what are thought of as traditional female/male roles. Jessica Benjamin says in her article “The Bonds of Love: Rational Violence and Erotic Domination:” “But the slave of love is not always a woman or only a heterosexual; the fantasy of erotic domination permeates all sexual imagery in our culture” (144). So, while SM is certainly related to gender, practitioners of SM have a choice in the way in which it figures into their experience.

The ad, if it portrays a SM scenario, is not sexist due to the fact of its violence alone. It is sexist in the context of a society that would categorically reject the ad if it displayed the image of someone other than a female. Winant also makes this point: “It is not only with violence, but with violence perpetrated against women that sex is identified: the erotic gory image is an image of a woman, and needs to be” (62). Although I have demonstrated why I think that the image is erotic but not gory, she is correct in suggesting that the advertisement would fail if the image were male. She goes on to say that, if the image were of an androgynous person, its audience would assume the subject were female (62). This is the underlying source of the ad’s sexism. A male in a similarly erotic and violent image would be seen as homosexual, as the concept of a woman in the role of the dominant is one with which the general public is largely either unacquainted or unwilling to accept. This is also related to the way in which images of distinctly feminine women are used to sell sex in the media, almost to the exclusion of distinctly male, or androgynous persons. In this way, the ad exploits the assumption that women are categorically sexually submissive and desirous of someone by whom they can be dominated. This rigid societal definition of dominance and submission requires revision, because it is this rigidity that implies the submission of women in realms outside that of consensual SM.

The ad is provocative, exploitive, and sexist, yet it is not so because it implies that sex is violence. Rather, it implies that some sex is consensually violent, and that, yes, the practitioners of this sexual violence find it sexy. It does, however, exist within a societal framework that rejects the presence of submissive males and, by extension, dominant females in mainstream Hollywood advertisements. This framework perpetrates both oppression and sexual repression on women, and on all those who would defy the roles with which they have been prescribed.



Works Cited
Benjamin, Jessica. “The Bonds of Love: Rational Violence and Erotic Domination.”
Feminist Studies. Spring 1980. 144 – 174. Print.

Bloodline Advertisement. Web. Mar. 14 2011.


Chancer, Lynn S. “From Pornography to Sadomasochism: Reconciling Feminist
Differences.” Annals of the American Academy of Political and Social Science.
Sept. 2000. 77-88. Print.

Reinisch, June M., and Ruth Beasley. The Kinsey Institute New Report on Sex. New
York: St. Martin’s Press, 1990. Print.

Weinberg, Martin S., Colin J. Williams, and Charles Moser. “The Social Constituents of
Sadomasochism.” Social Problems. Apr. 1984. 379 – 389. Print.

Winant, Terry. “How Ordinary (Sexist) Discourse Resists Radical (Feminist) Critique.”
Hypatia Reborn. Ed. Azizah Y. Hibri and Margaret A. Simons. Hypatia, Inc., 1990. 54 – 69. Print.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Regularity: This Blog Needs Fiber

I have been swamped in a veritable...marshland...of schoolwork, so this blog hasn't gotten the attention it deserves. I will, however, when it's ready, be posting but one fruit of my labors: my manifesto on sadomasochism. It will be a lot less than a manifesto, actually, since I have been extremely rushed in completing it. Also, my desire to voice my genuine opinion and my desire to get an A are in conflict in this instance. A further also, it will be work safe and somewhat academic, yet it might not be the best reading for those who find such topics offensive, in poor taste, or simply boring.

Anyway, I have to finish Sometimes a Great Notion now, which is a very wonderful book but a very long book to finish in one weekend, particularly when you also have to study for four midterms and write a paper. My discovery (a mere two hours ago) that the clocks will be changing tonight did not help matters. See you at spring break or before!

Friday, March 4, 2011

Let's Lighten the Mood

I had a very vivid dream last night in which I was 9 months pregnant and beginning to go into labor. My family was rushing around me, pampering me, monitoring my contractions, scolding me for going without so much as one doctor's visit or vitamin supplement.

I felt rushed, and the contractions hurt, and I wondered how all this had come to pass without my knowing about it. I said to my mother, "I don't even want children!" And she replied, "Well, you should have thought of that a little earlier, don't you think?" But I hadn't had time to think one way or the other! And, to further confuse and alarm, this simply had to be some sort of immaculate conception, unless of course the rumors are true and you can "contract" this "condition" from a toilet seat.

I thought, "Will this change me? Will I experience the worst pain of my life and spit this baby out, only to find that I love him/her/it and that I was all wrong for thinking I was not designed for motherhood?" And I concluded that, yes, all this would come to pass, but that I did not want it. I did not want to give birth to a chunk of myself, only to see it cry and poop, learn to walk and talk and then to run away.

Then I woke up. And I was really, really glad it had all been a dream. And now it all seems so damn funny.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Inspiration

One of my professors theorizes that a lot of literature, and, by extension, a lot of life, is an existential struggle against naturalistic pessimism. In other words, one's life is an attempt to maintain existential momentum, to continue to forge a moral self against a looming sense that the world is cruel and that effort is futile.

This thought has been a source of inspiration for me. When I feel as if I am weak, ineffectual and impotent against the relatively minor challenges of my life, I have a choice; I can cry and wallow, and, believe me, I have done so, or I can swell with a renewed sense of power, as if a hive of bees has stirred within me. I can reinvent my momentum through a righteous, if somewhat petulant, refusal to submit. The latter option really is preferable in every sense. Despair is cathartic, but it is cancerous. It's a malignant state-of-mind which grows and reproduces unfettered.

Sometimes the need for catharsis supersedes everything, though, especially in times of true tragedy and anguish. Still, for me, eschewing despair in favor of renewed strength and meaningful action whenever, and however I can is helpful.

I'm not great at this, however. I stress and worry myself into oblivion. I complain and cry and fail to rise to even the simplest and mundane of trials. I realize how profoundly wasteful and fruitless that is, though, and I'm constantly trying to draw power from the problems I encounter.

Just thought I'd get that out in writing.