tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726517024098820042024-03-20T12:08:51.804+00:00Blazing Modesty Changes the WorldBlazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-13616191185551196082016-03-04T20:26:00.002+00:002016-03-04T21:19:00.550+00:00Collecting<br />
It's been a little over 5 years since I set up this blog. Mostly I felt sorry for the <a href="http://whatwritesatmidnight.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Writer by Night</a> having to put up with me ranting about the gender politics in every film we watched and the world around me, and decided I needed another outlet. I didn't really expect to change the world.<br />
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Then a few things happened - I got pregnant, I got trolled, I lost the troll and then the babies. I got pregnant again, and mostly wished I could conduct the next seven months from under a duvet, and then I guess I just lost the art of blogging. I've started to write several blog posts since, which have never made it to completion for a host of reasons. I've felt guilty about not putting writing, or any kind of creative work, to the top of my list in such a long time. I've struggled to find the space in my head and the time in the world. And the time in my head and the space in the world.<br />
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Now a few things have happened - I'm just about to return to work after my youngest child has turned one. I'm beginning to feel the urgency of having conversations about how society responds to gender in public rather than just in my living room. And this afternoon I dipped into <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20980987-the-art-of-asking-or-how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-and-let-people-hel" target="_blank">Amanda Palmer's Art of Asking</a>, where she talks about the process of creating art dividing into three categories: collecting, connecting and sharing. And this gave me a bit of an epiphany: over the past five years, I have been collecting. Collecting many thousands of experiences, many mundane, a few hyperbolically extraordinary. Suddenly I am not guilty of laziness, only hoarding. After reading that, it was like finding the loose bulb on the fairy lights, one little twist and suddenly, the whole string lit up, connections firing instantly and I was ready to share. <br />
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So I'm going to be writing more. And it's going to be a bit different, probably, because a lot has changed for me since I set the blog up. And discussion about feminism has changed too - finally, there are regular news stories about continued inequality, and the public reactions to women who highlight and try to change that continual inequality. Things are better, and worse. One of the things that spurred me on to write was a debate about periods on Channel Four news tonight. Really, they weren't debating periods exactly, but whether or not we should talk about them publicly, and the consequences of not. This tapped into a discussion I've been having with female friends recently about our bodies and how we didn't as children, and still don't, have words we feel comfortable with for our, well, parts we don't feel comfortable naming. Now raising our own daughters, AND sons, we want badly to fix this, with words we don't have. <br />
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I don't expect to change THE world. But I am determined to change my children's world. I've recently joined a political party, and have been chatting with another member about how, time and again, it's the male voices we hear in the room at meetings, even when there are roughly equal numbers of men and women present. If I want Batgirl and the Boy Wonder to grow up hearing female voices too, mine must be among them, discussing the undiscussable, facing the unfaceable, naming the unnameable.Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-31498927159686177182015-08-02T20:48:00.000+01:002015-08-02T20:48:10.888+01:00Late Fragment<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Tuesday was Wolf and Fox’s birthday (if this means nothing
to you, I explain a bit more <a href="http://blazingmodestychangestheworld.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/jenny-ringo-saved-my-life-sad-part.html" target="_blank">here</a> as part of my Jenny Ringo Saved My Life
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toys, checked emails and settled down in front of the tv to watch our first
film together since forever: Birdman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
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‘Did you get what you wanted in this life, even so?’</div>
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Did you see Birdman?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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it – while also knitting a present for a happy, healthy newborn baby – through
the prism of those words and think about the strange synchronicity of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps it’s best we didn’t watch it on
Tuesday, because I’m not sure we (I) could have made it past the poem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And when the Writer by Night came home last night we had a big discussion about this and he pointed out that every film you see, you see through a prism of that moment, so my response is no less valid for that. He's brilliant.</span></div>
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The film is about the public, the private, the image of
ourselves we cultivate and project, and touches on the role of social media in
this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On Tuesday I wanted to post
something on Facebook about what a significant day it was, but couldn’t figure
out how.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something on the spectrum
between ‘Remembering my beautiful angels’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>and ‘Dead Baby Day – we’re off to the zoo!’ .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought about posting <a href="https://vimeo.com/47464792" target="_blank">this Amanda Palmer song</a>, picking out the lyrics ‘No one’s ever lost forever/ they are caught
inside your heart/ If you garden them and water them/ They make you who you
are’ but I did that last year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought
about posting the Raymond Carver poem but I kind of wanted to keep that just
for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I am aware of the irony.</div>
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I dithered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I talked
to the Writer by Night about it, about how we have handled our loss and grief differently and why I feel the need to be more open about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
questioned my impulse to say anything at all about it on social media, and
then didn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve kind of regretted it all
week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The closest I can come to
explaining the regret is this: if they had lived (oh, what an if, that requires
the infinite possibilities of a quantum universe to contain it), Wolf and Fox
would have taken up space and time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mostly
ours, but some of yours too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
didn’t, and they don’t, unless the Writer by Night and I, and a few people
closest to us, give it to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Talking
about them and writing about them is the only space and time I can give – and
as that’s so little, sometimes I want to steal a little bit of space and time
from you too, by demanding that you listen and read.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So more irony – if I had written one sentence
then, they wouldn’t have had this blog.</div>
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with a healthy number of named female characters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they wear clothes and everything. I can't really give it the full feminist critique because that's not where my head was at when I watched it. But the bit of the 'making of' I saw afterwards was all about how clever the men were.</i></div>
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completely different, but that’s kind of why it’s so brilliant for all its
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get what<br />
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To call myself beloved, to feel myself<br />
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Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-75637625282857609072013-07-23T10:25:00.000+01:002013-07-23T10:25:05.607+01:00Jenny Ringo Saved My Life: The Sad Part<i>So it's been a while... I stalled for a few reasons. I hit a bit of a wall with my most recent 'Jenny Ringo Saved My Life ' blog, crucially, the one where in fact she saved my life. And I had a baby. The two things aren't exactly unrelated. One of the reasons I've decided to blog about this now is to stop it hanging over me so I can get on with changing the world again!</i><br />
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<i>I have been asking myself a lot if I am using Wolf and Fox's deaths for self-promotion, which is what has stopped me publishing it in the past. But the truth is, I'm probably using self-promotion to tell the story of Wolf and Fox's lives, which doesn't get told very often. The <a href="http://www.virginmediashorts.co.uk/film/4903/jenny-ringo-and-the-infinite-spellbook#.Ue43fY21GSo" target="_blank">Virgin Media Shorts</a> competition voting closes on their 2nd birthday. They are as much a part of Jenny Ringo's story as they are mine. So I'm publishing it now. It focuses on the 2nd film as that's where we were when I wrote it, but follow the link above to see the 3rd installment too:</i><br />
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I warned you in the <a href="http://blazingmodestychangestheworld.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/jenny-ringo-saved-my-life-prologue.html" target="_blank">prologue</a> that there were sad bits in this story. This is the sad bit. I guess the over-riding theme of this series of blogs is the hidden personal story behind a public work of art like a film; and I've had many internal debates about how and what to blog, and whether to blog at all about this. But the fact is, there wouldn't be a Jenny Ringo and the Cabaret from Hell without it.<br />
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It starts a bit sad because when we made the first film we thought that was the end of our brief career as indie film makers. But it's not that sad, we deliberately planned it that way. Because we wanted to start a new project; raising a family. Eight months after we finished shooting, while the first film was still in post production, we discovered I was pregnant. Two months and an epic bout of morning sickness later, our first scan revealed not one but two babies.<br />
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I'm sure very few of you will ever be told you are having twins. Let me tell you, it is an enormous shock, and completely terrifying, and you forget for a week or so that you are at all excited. I worried that I wouldn't be able to give them enough cuddles. And then you start to get your head around it. But it's a massive process, coming to terms with it. Going to Mothercare, which for many expectant mums is a thrilling experience (you can't drink or go to theme parks, remember), just left me teetering on the edge of a panic attack.<br />
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But there's something pretty special about expecting two babies at once too, and when you see young twins together you know its going to be something worth going through. And as we started making adjustments to our lives to prepare ourselves for this mammoth change, and as post production on Jenny Ringo and the Monkey's Paw finally finished, we discovered at a scan that we had a complication which occurs in about 10% of identical twins. The next day I had surgery to try to put it right, and the following day I went into premature labour. It was just 6 days too early for the babies to have any chance of survival, and they lived for twelve and thirty four minutes. Let me just add that Chris rarely gets the opportunity (or has the inclination) to talk about it, but its important for me to say that through the whole experience, he was a hero. Although that word seems rather inadequate.<br />
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I could write a thousand blogs about the thoughts and feelings I've had in the two years since, managing the grief, making another film whilst pregnant and then the safe arrival of Eric less than a year after the twins death. Suffice to say it is mostly not as bad as you are probably imagining it to be, and I can't take any credit for the world keeping turning in the meantime, it is merely following the path of least resistance. I just went along with it because frankly, there weren't many other options.<br />
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We owe the existence of Jenny Ringo and the Cabaret From Hell to four people. To Darren Berry, DOP on Jenny Ringo and the Monkey's Paw, who went for a drink with Chris not long after the twins died and planted the idea of making a second Jenny Ringo film in his head. When Chris came home and suggested it to me, I think it was probably the first time I'd thought more than a week ahead. Suddenly the future wasn't just something to be avoided. Secondly, to our old friend Geraint D'Arcy, who introduced Chris and I, whose relationship with Jenny Ringo pre-dates my own by about 18 months, whose kind and calming presence, along with his wife Jeneatte and lovely son Liet, gave us a short holiday from grief when we needed it most. As he'd had an idea for what at the time was a proposed future episode of a Jenny Ringo tv series, Chris invited him to write it. It is different from the first film, unsurprisingly, a script of light and shade; you see both Geraint's natural humour and the shadows cast by our experiences of the past few months. I think its a richer script for all of that.<br />
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And of course, we owe it to Wolf and Fox, our little girls, without whom it would never have been made, at this time, in this way. I have learned that the answer to the question 'would I go back and change it all if I could?', is 'It doesn't matter'. It is how it is. People called me brave afterwards for getting up in the morning, accomplishing the small task of being me and most days remembering to smile. It is very kind, but to me rather misses the point. I have produced 3 films on zero budget with zero professional experience, whilst also having a reasonably demanding full time job. I don't want credit for something bad having happened; what I'd love is some support for the fact that I'm getting out there trying to make something good.Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-12079656706925581732012-06-21T13:05:00.000+01:002012-06-21T13:20:43.641+01:00Raiding Tombs<br />
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prefer games which put more emphasis on problem solving than fighting. I find war games distasteful and strategy
games uninteresting. I like a first
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Lara Croft was just an image to me for a good few years
before I actually played any of the Tomb Raider games and I found her
sickening, unrealistic and overly sexualised, in no way reflective of the women
around me. While (largely thanks to
vastly improved graphics) she now has a much more human appearance, I have to
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Because I am rubbish at games, everything I learnt about
Lara on my first time controlling her reinforced this image. I spent a lot of time running into walls,
which prompts her to make a slightly orgasmic ‘unh’ noise. She also moans when she bends down to pick up
health or ammo, presumably as a result of her shorts being too tight.</div>
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I don’t remember the chronology of my introduction to the
Tomb Raider games, I think I had a brief go on a friend’s playstation of the
second game, then at some time acquired the first game on my PC. Soon afterwards a housemate got a playstation
and my two male housemates and I worked our way through the first few games
together. The more I played, the more
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Lara Croft is different from any female character you will
find in literature or film for many reasons, some to do with the medium in
which she exists, and some to do with her as a fictional creation. In the first game, you experience her as the
only person in a very remote landscape, prey to dogs, bats, bears and dinosaurs
– obviously. When you encounter another
human being, it is no different from encountering a lion, although they are
harder to kill. The game play emphasis
is much more on problem solving and your ability to control her accurately than
it is on combat. It’s just you and Lara,
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I loved the first game.
I loved the solitude and simplicity of it, something I appreciate more
as each new addition to the canon is released and is less solitary, more
complicated, and as a result, rather messy.
I love that at no point in the game does it have to be explained how
Lara came to be capable of such daring expeditions, super intelligent and
capable of reading obscure ancient languages in spite of being a woman; she
just is. I love that her gender has
nothing to do with anything. I bonded
with her over that. I also found it
interesting how her personality changed depending on who had the control. In my hands she was cautious, slow and
thorough, in one housemate’s she was reckless and quick, and with the other,
aggressive and certain. I found myself
wondering things about her, her career, her family life, how a woman like that
operated in the world I live in. Let me
be clear, there are reasons why Lara Croft is not, and probably never will be,
a feminist icon, among them that titillation has played a big part in some of
the design and even story choices along the way. Hollywood had the chance to do something more
interesting but made such a ridiculous hash of it – twice – I’m glad they have since
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story. Her history has gradually come
out over the course of the games and comics, often re-writing itself, but this
game depicts the plane crash which is the catalyst in her development as an
adventurer as she learns to survive by herself in the Himalayas - or in this version, a desert island. Excellent, I thought, just Lara learning how
to be Lara. For me it doesn’t need
explaining but it might on the other hand mean a return to that solitary,
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in this wilderness and one of my reservations is how many strands to the story
are introduced in this trailer. And the
issue that has caused some controversy ( beautifully summed up in this <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/jun/13/tomb-raider-lara-croft-rape-attempt">Guardian</a> article) and concerns me greatly is the apparent
attempted rape of Lara by one of these bad guys. Maybe one day I will write a whole blog post
about the portrayal of rape in popular culture, but there’s an excellent one
<a href="http://gamingaswomen.com/posts/2012/05/geek-media-whats-with-all-the-rape/">here</a> which covers the main points. It began
to be a problem for me after I realised that in pretty much every film I
watched over about a three month period, a woman was raped or nearly
raped. And it was handled the same way
every time; usually she would be either saved by the hero or this violent crime
would spur the hero on to exact some revenge on her behalf. Apart from the issue of it trivialising rape,
it’s really lazy writing, and insulting to both genders. It reduces all men to potential rapists and
all women to victims. We never see the
consequences of a woman dealing with life after rape, it is never reported to
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I’d like to make something very clear. A woman does not need to be raped, or have
someone attempt to rape her, in order to become (in this case) Lara Croft. It is possible that some women just are
strong, powerful, determined and dispassionate enough to shoot a dog without
hesitation if it looks like it’s about to eat her (<a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/178/superpowers?act=2">this incredible story</a> from
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I suspect being a victim of rape does not in any way make
you stronger. There is no justification
I can imagine for putting this attempted rape into the game, and the trailer
(would seeing this scene make anyone actively WANT to play the game?), and I’m
disappointed that the makers don’t have enough faith in their central character
to give her a more positive origin tale.
The executive producer said this about Lara in an interview with <a href="http://kotaku.com/5917400/youll-want-to-protect-the-new-less-curvy-lara-croft">Kokatu</a>:
“When people play Lara, they don't really project themselves into the
character. They're more like 'I want to
protect her.' There's this sort of dynamic of 'I'm going to this adventure with
her and trying to protect her.'" I
would love to know what research this is based on. If you really want to protect
her, surely you wouldn’t take it out of the box, because then she’d never have
to go through being munched on by wildlife and shot at by bad guys. Perhaps you could have a version where Lara
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Tomb Raider, and I’m still hoping I’ll love it in spite of this. But by giving Lara this experience, the makers have
undermined their character and my relationship with her. How can I think less of her because of an
attempted rape, and how can I not?</div>Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-14415540807223877362012-04-09T23:03:00.000+01:002012-04-09T23:03:19.631+01:00Jenny Ringo Saved My Life: Is Jenny a Feminist?<i>This is the third blog in a series about two short films I have made in the past couple of years. You can find out more about the films </i><a href="http://blazingmodestychangestheworld.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/jenny-ringo-saved-my-life-prologue.html">here</a>. <br />
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Ages ago the Writer by Night wrote a <a href="http://www.whatwritesatmidnight.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/women-in-horror-month-why-jenny-ringo.html">blog</a> about whether Jenny Ringo is a feminist, and how he would leave it to me to answer that question. I suppose now I really ought to get around to doing as I am told like a good little wife.<br />
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My timing is spectacularly bad; I have missed Women in Horror Month and International Women's Day, which I mostly celebrated by getting very angry about Texan abortion law and women's healthcare funding. If you are a woman in the States reading this, might I suggest that this is addressed as a matter of urgency? Once you've got that sorted, feel free to come back and catch up on the blog.<br />
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I think for many people who will read this post, the biggest question is not 'is Jenny Ringo a feminist?', but 'does it matter?' Yes, it does. It matters tremendously to me, and I hope I can make it matter even a little bit to you too. <br />
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When my grandmother was born, she was born without the right to vote when she reached adulthood. In England, in the twentieth century. Isn't that utterly extraordinary? And here I am, 100 years later, voting, with a career and the ability to be financially independent from my husband, I have been to university and graduated. I have chosen to change my name in marriage and I enjoyed every part of being able to make that decision. I have a thousand freedoms my great-grandmother could only dream of, and were scarcely more real to her daughter.<br />
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Feminism isn't complicated, or controversial. Caitlin Moran in How to be a Woman (read it!) sums it up beautifully: 'Put your hand in your pants. a) do you have a vagina? b) do you want to be in charge of it?' However, feminism isn't the exclusive right of people with vaginas, people without can join in too. Basically, if you think everyone has the right to be in charge of what is in their own pants, you are a feminist. Wikipedia has a slightly more sophistcated definition (it was closer than my dictionary):<br />
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<b>'Feminism</b> is a collection of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feminist_movement" title="Feminist movement">movements</a> aimed at defining, establishing, and defending <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feminism_and_equality" title="Feminism and equality">equal</a> political, economic, and social rights for women.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feminism#cite_note-0">[1]</a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feminism#cite_note-1">[2]</a></sup> In addition, feminism seeks to establish equal opportunities for women in education and employment. A <b>feminist</b> is a "person whose beliefs and behavior are based on feminism'.<br />
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...but essentially it is saying the same thing. <br />
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What you need to accept in order to understand that it matters whether Jenny Ringo is a feminist film, is that while massive progress has been made, WE AREN'T THERE YET. You might not realise it, because in your day to day life you meet women who appear to have equal political, economic and social rights to men. But statistically, there is still a massive gap (and I'm just talking about the UK now) between the salaries of men and women. Many of the government welfare cuts will affect payments made to women rather than men. Women are under represented in parliament and especially in government; but socially (and culturally) is where the gap is biggest, and most insidious. Have you seen <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8C5dcVYNYM">this advert</a>? Its a perfect illustration because its so... innocuous. But in every kind of media, everyday, there are a thousand little moments like this, very gently putting women back in 'their place'. I very rarely see a world where men and women have equally social rights portrayed in print, on film, tv, in video games, or anywhere. Playing the excellent and weird Deadly Premonition on xbox at the moment, I told Chris I thought it suffered from Steig Larsson (writer of Girl with a Dragon Tattoo etc)'s problem of being rather unhealthily obsessed with highly sexualised violence against women. He commented that it was referencing the American style of detective story, and he was right. But if all we see is these works referencing each other, where are the women who aren't victims? Where are the men capable of treating women as equals rather than dishwashers? Because they exist in the world I live in, but not the one that is presented to me as the world I live in.<br />
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This pisses me off. It should piss you off too. So it matters whether we have made a feminist film, because if we haven't, we are adding to the massive cultural heap of stuff that prevents women from achieving true equality.<br />
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Jenny Ringo is a feminist character although she never declares that her beliefs and behaviour are based on feminism, and sorry to disappoint but you never see her put her hand in her pants. If you asked her herself she would probably say she prefered not to align herself with any particular political ideology, or any organisation with an ideology come to think of it. But you can tell from every action that she takes in both films that no one is going to be in charge of what is in her pants apart from her. <br />
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<i>Jenny Ringo and the Monkey's Paw</i> and <i>Jenny Ringo and the Cabaret from Hell</i> are feminist films because they were films made by men and women working under equal conditions, and everyone was not-paid equally. They were written by my favourite feminist and another feminist I know and love. Because of this, in both films you get to see women doing and saying things they don't usually get to do and say in films. They do and say them while wearing clothes. In both films all the female characters exert a kind of power which isn't linked to their sexuality; in fact they are more powerful than any of the male characters, but they don't have to behave in masculine ways to achieve this. Compare this with, I don't know, <i>Sucker Punch</i>, and you see what female empowerment is actually about.<br />
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Although the feminist credentials of the films aren't perfect. There's a bit in the second film where Jenny does some washing up.<br />
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<i>If reading this has inspired you to watch the first film, you can go to <a href="http://www.jennyringo.com/">www.jennyringo.com</a>, and find out how. Once you are on the mailing list, we'll let you know when the second film is finished!</i>Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-69566833939630516102012-03-01T22:21:00.000+00:002012-03-01T22:21:25.219+00:00Jenny Ringo Saved My Life: How I Met Jenny Ringo <i>This is the second blog in a series about the inside story of our short films featuring Jenny Ringo. To find out more about the projects, read the prologue <a href="http://blazingmodestychangestheworld.blogspot.com/2012/02/jenny-ringo-saved-my-life-prologue.html">here</a>.</i><br />
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I said this story was sad in places, luckily, this bit isn't one of them. Meeting Jenny Ringo coincided, not at all coincidentally, with getting involved with a young writer called Chris Regan, which is an almost exclusively happy story. I apologise for the lack of pretty pictures to distract you from the block of text, but this all happened in the days before digital cameras, and it feels kind of wrong to write about that Jenny with pictures of Jenny Ringo as she is now.<br />
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I first encountered Jenny in November 2000. Chris and I were in that stage of a new relationship when you have just realised this could be something special and want to know everything about the other person <i>immediately</i>. We were swapping favourite books, films and music (on mix tapes, it really was that long ago). I asked for some of Chris's stories, and he gave me a handful.<br />
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I had never read anything like them; he had such an easy, casual style completely different from the kind of modern fiction I was used to. He blended humour and horror that bordered on surreal in a way that appeared to be effortless. To me it seemed utterly daring and original. Sure, it wasn't perfect, he was a 20 year-old student and still had a lot to learn, but I don't think I had ever read something by one of my peers that displayed such natural talent and confidence. I have been scouring the flat for one of them to share a snippet with you, but I haven't unearthed one yet.<br />
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And in with that handful of stories must have been one or two early outings of Jenny Ringo; dyed black hair, goth clothes and style, an enormouse sense of adventure and capable of real magic. As a character, I loved her immediately. As the fictional creation of my new boyfriend, I found her extremely intimidating. Surely this was, on some level, his ideal woman. The bad news was, she was nothing like me. She was way cooler.<br />
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We next met in a story Chris wrote for me during the Christmas holiday; giving you a rundown of the plot would probably make you throw up so I'll spare you too many details (there is also a talking, smoking cat called Ted) but Chris meets Jenny for a drink in the ideal pub in his head, and she gives him some really good relationship advice. I loved the story, but reading this, I realised Jenny wasn't his perfect woman, she was his <i>female best friend.</i> This was even worse news. I'd had boyfriends with a <i>female best friend</i> before. This never turns out well. As the girlfriend, you are the one who causes all the problems while the female best friend is there giving great advice and creating hassle-free fun times. Before you know it, they are more in love with their female best friend than they are with you. And Jenny, being fictional, was never going to ditch Chris for a boyfriend or mess things up by turning into a stalker. I began to resent Jenny just a little bit.<br />
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Chris had to explain to me the real roots of Jenny Ringo. She was really aspects of himself, and if she was his ideal, it was who he wanted to be rather than fall in love with. She isn't perfect, in fact, she's highly flawed, but this never deters her from trying to do the right thing; fight evil, help people, make awesome music. She's the part of him that loves goth culture, that would really like to tell evil people to fuck off, that wants to exist outside of what everyone else thinks. I had been blind to it for the most basic of reasons, that Jenny's a girl and he's a boy, but once we'd talked about it, it was glaringly obvious to me. From then on, my insecurities disappeared and I loved Jenny Ringo unconditionally.<br />
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Over the years, she has put in sporadic appearances in stories written for me, and for Chris, and occasionally for the rest of the world. She's had her own feature, she's joined forces with some of Chris's other characters that I can't tell you too much about but you may get to meet in the not-too-distant future, and even had a cameo in a computer game once. Recently its been a bit like status updates from an old friend on facebook; you are briefly reminded how much they mean to you and you wish you could hang out more. I can't pretend I wouldn't have produced any film which Chris asked me to, but I'm really glad it was a Jenny Ringo film.<br />
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<i>After drafting this blog post, and asking Chris if he minded me blogging about him, he told me he'd written a blog about Women in Horror Month which also covered the origins of Jenny; as well as why we shouldn't get upset with Zach Snyder over </i>Sucker Punch<i>. You can read it <a href="http://www.whatwritesatmidnight.blogspot.com/2012/02/women-in-horror-month-why-jenny-ringo.html">here</a>.</i>Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-33447262311396895702012-02-24T19:15:00.000+00:002012-02-24T19:15:26.854+00:00Jenny Ringo Saved My Life: Prologue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFYeZm_hKy7uPSRo-NZjCnREIhGsfmh32WgBp3rxZQzHI30EHSrBk74RiPxNQoAvVjBozKL4JMTIU0vJswdidXC3fHRHIk5DQ76_tnG7Rqf7GPiDWruqAsQMRr_HvWyviE69OyZE5Azmr/s1600/Shooting+4th+July+089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFYeZm_hKy7uPSRo-NZjCnREIhGsfmh32WgBp3rxZQzHI30EHSrBk74RiPxNQoAvVjBozKL4JMTIU0vJswdidXC3fHRHIk5DQ76_tnG7Rqf7GPiDWruqAsQMRr_HvWyviE69OyZE5Azmr/s320/Shooting+4th+July+089.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">She did, in some ways. And she isn’t even real. This is the beginning of a series of blogs about the role that this fictional character has played in my life over the last eleven years, and how she came to be the subject of two short films I have produced. Its not a particularly long story; it's a little sad in places, but as far as there is an ending, it is more or less a happy one.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You might have found this blog because you know me, or someone involved in the film. You might have been kind to the strange people at EMS giving out lollies and free films and signed up to our mailing list. You might have serendipitously stumbled across Jenny in the vast landscape of the internet. So to get you all up to speed:</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jenny Ringo and the Monkey’s Paw is a 25 minute horror-comedy we shot on a shoestring budget in the summer of 2010. Post production was slow for various reasons and the completed film was unveiled in September 2011, by which time we had started planning the sequel, Jenny Ringo and the Cabaret From Hell, which we shot 11<sup>th</sup>-17<sup>th</sup> February this year. The film is just entering post production and our goal is to finish it by the end of June 2012. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tSzOFOc-HzbF-EbWYpLtZbBqb_sexEExTorIym56DnoxIZzr2tWDIZavBxrtH4MiENl76SAjtvde7-4rhZUW4thvXfcRJH5HzIa4Ll3oOedGd3NGfkV8ajqv4-LY5UtUlp6SIy48RQ7F/s1600/shooting+for+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tSzOFOc-HzbF-EbWYpLtZbBqb_sexEExTorIym56DnoxIZzr2tWDIZavBxrtH4MiENl76SAjtvde7-4rhZUW4thvXfcRJH5HzIa4Ll3oOedGd3NGfkV8ajqv4-LY5UtUlp6SIy48RQ7F/s320/shooting+for+blog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"> If you fancy seeing the first film, sign up to the mailing list at <a href="http://www.jennyringo.com/">www.jennyringo.com</a> and you will get a confirmation email with a link and password to the film online. We don’t spam you, it's just to keep you up to date with the progress of the second film once a month. Here is the trailer:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/36578486?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"></iframe><br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/36578486">Jenny Ringo and the Monkey's Paw Trailer</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1951700">Chris Regan</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"> and if that doesn’t convince you, previous viewers have likened it to Spaced, The Mighty Boosh, or a kids tv show with swearing in it. We’re generally pretty happy with these comparisons!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Over the next few weeks, I’m intending to blog about the inside story of Jenny Ringo, what she means to me and why its important to me that other people get to meet her too, through these films and future projects. If you also want to know about the ‘outside’ story of Jenny Ringo and the making of the films, check out my husband’s production diaries for the first film, starting <a href="http://www.whatwritesatmidnight.blogspot.com/2010/05/short-film-diary-week-1.html">here</a>. If big chunks of text aren't you thing, how about liking us on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenny-Ringo-and-the-Monkeys-Paw/147498525265380">Facebook</a> and getting your updates in nice little bitesize pieces?</div>Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-39499516068938190022011-10-10T20:02:00.000+01:002011-10-10T20:02:44.724+01:00SadnessMost readers will know this anyway, but for the sake of completeness, my twin daughters were born very prematurely on 28th July, and died within an hour. We named them Wolf and Fox.<br />
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<b>Late Fragment</b><br />
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And did you get what<br />
you wanted from this life, even so?<br />
I did.<br />
And what did you want?<br />
To call myself beloved, to feel myself<br />
beloved on the earth.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">(Raymond Carver)</div>Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-51304239640522271342011-06-15T19:14:00.000+01:002011-06-15T19:14:18.016+01:00The Pregnant FeministSo finally I can explain why I've been pretty slack about blogging this last couple of months; as well as thoughts about impending motherhood getting in the way of my usual outrage and indignance, I've found it pretty difficult to summon the energy to sit typing in between bouts of throwing up and extreme tiredness.<br />
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Now I'm in my second trimester I can expect three months of feeling pretty healthy except for a stuffed-up nose, so its time to get blogging again. This isn't going to be a blow-by-blow account of the rest of the pregnancy, birth and subsequent nappy-changing, because I'm sure you won't find that too interesting. Equally, I can't promise to keep the blog completely baby-free because it's obviously going to have a rather big impact on, well, everything. Oh, I did say it was twins, right?<br />
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Wish us luck!Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-45683851104854479372011-05-23T12:28:00.000+01:002011-05-23T12:28:18.820+01:00Who Needs a Bookshop?This isn't a blog about my work, because its my day off and that would be boring. Let's assume for a minute that it's a massive coincidence that I work in bookshop because this blog is about being a reader, a book lover and a book buyer, and what that means in today's world.<br />
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Two big things have happened in the book world recently. One is last surviving national specialist bookselling chain Waterstone's have been sold by owners HMV to a Russian billionaire, who, depending on who you listen to, is either the saviour of the human race or a man with more money than sense. <br />
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The other is that in the book industry's annual awards, General or Chain Bookselling Company of the Year has gone to Sainsbury's.<br />
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If Mamut hadn't bought Waterstone's, and no one else had either, there is a strong possibility that HMV would have gone down in flames before the year was out, and Waterstone's would have gone down with them. And the question I've been asking myself for the last couple of months, is, would anyone have noticed? Who uses bookshops these days anyway? Many of my close friends, avid readers with whom I swap book talk on a regular basis, have ereaders now. Actually, what they have is Kindles, which means they buy all their books from a retailer who sells everything Sainsbury's does except cans of beans and petrol (and if they could figure out a way to fill up your car, I'm pretty sure they would). No one has been up in arms about Amazon winning Direct Bookselling Company of the Year.<br />
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When I first started in bookselling, I would meet new people and tell them what I do. 'What a great job!' they'd say. 'I love bookshops. I bet you get to read loads of books when they first come out. I'd just read all day.'<br />
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Now when I meet new people and tell them what I do, they say 'I love bookshops. I buy all my books online because its cheaper'. <br />
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Now, I am the first to hold my hands up and say, yes, shopping online is cheaper. Its more convenient and you have an infinite range at your fingertips because a warehouse is, I don't know, about a squillion times bigger than my 3000 sqm shop. But imagine if you couldn't go into a bookshop, because there weren't any. You could still buy books in the real world, sure. You can buy them in supermarkets, or at the airport. But the only things you'll be able to buy there are 'bestsellers', authors who are 'brands', although, of course, you could get anything you wanted online, and if you rummage down a hidden side street in a middle-class chocolate-box town you might find a marvellous independent bookshop, but I wouldn't bank on it.<br />
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Now imagine that you also don't have a local library, and the closest one you do have really only has bestsellers, authors who are 'brands'. This basically means that in physical terms the only books you SEE, with your eyes, in 3D, are books that you seek out and purchase, or books that are lined up by the till point while you are doing your grocery shopping. Does that matter? We have been close to being there by the end of 2011. In time, I'm sure more excellent independent bookshops and small chains would open in a variety of towns and cities across the country, but not before many publishers had been irrevocably damaged by the instant loss of almost 300 shops.<br />
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Apparently in a high street bookshop for every 100 paying customers, 43 are ' browsing, with the intention of buying online.' So without high street bookshops, even online sales could fall. I'm glad that, at least temporarily, the future of the bookshop on the high street has been secured. The new team at the head of Waterstone's promises some exciting changes that if successful will bring high street bookselling into the 21st century and at the same time restore some of the good old-fashioned bookshopness, which has lost its lustre in the struggle to compete with the supermarkets and the internet. But it don't mean nothin' if all those people at parties who tell me how great my job is don't use them. Chains, independents, anywhere which celebrates the glory of the book in any shape and size, where the books you find are ones chosen by experts who just want to sell you any book and pick the best ones, rather than marketed at you by publishers who have decided to make x author their next big thing, and paid a premium to get them on the shelf in the supermarket to ensure this will be the case. <br />
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Which brings me onto Sainsbury's. Now one of the things I love, love, love about my job, is the customers who aren't traditional booklovers but just read the new Dan Brown and couldn't put it down and want more like that please. I don't care if they only read memoirs about abused children (although if I had the choice I'd really rather they didn't), reading and sharing literature of any kind is one of the most important things we can do to develop empathy, creativity, vocabulary, and knowledge on an infinite number of subjects. But my shop can be a daunting place for people who don't know what 'fiction' means. If Sainsbury's has a role to play in helping those customer find the books they like in a way that feels more comfortable, I salute them. They are securing a literate and book-loving future for those customers and their children, which is one of the things bookselling is about.<br />
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But it's not <i>all </i>bookselling is about. Its also about creating an audience for new writers, without whom the world would be a poorer place. Its about helping people fulfill dreams (one of my all-time favourite customers - he wears a bowtie and is the world's politest gentleman- is spending his retirement reading a lot of ancient greek/roman classics in their original language thanks to us finding him dictionaries, texts and background reading material), its about creating readers at birth and nurturing them with the proper care and attention as long as they keep coming back for more. Libraries are marvellous places and can do many of the same things (and often more). But I have always loved choosing a new book and knowing it is <i>mine</i>. You don't get the same thrill from a library book. And I find it hard to imagine you can get the same thrill picking up a book at Sainsburys. <br />
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Unsurprisingly, booklovers everywhere have been somewhat unimpressed with the news, but who would you have given the award to? Waterstone's has been closing stores, British Bookshops and Stationers have disappeared completely, Foyles won it last year and while they could easily win two years in a row, the judges argue that Sainsbury's hit every critera for the award. Personally, I'd rather them than Asda.<br />
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Really, the only people we have to blame for this is ourselves. After all, the winner of the Independent Bookseller of the Year was Bath's <i>Mr B's Emporium of Reading Delights</i> which I have never visited but just fell a little bit in love with online for their gift vouchers (A 'Reading Spa Treatment', anyone? Or a 'Year of Reading Delights'?). If this is what we want the future of book buying to look like (and who doesn't?) we can make that happen with the following simple steps:<br />
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1) Use your local bookshop- eg, business where books make up at least 50% of the place, whether its a chain or independent. Regularly. To buy things, not just browse.<br />
2) Every now and then, buy something there you didn't go in for, just coz it looks good.<br />
3) Feedback - tell them what they are doing well, what they should do better. <br />
4) Go home feeling smug and read a new book.<br />
5) Don't buy books in the supermarket.<br />
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Happy reading!Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-85115412995701047242011-04-22T13:31:00.000+01:002011-04-22T13:31:29.604+01:00Oh I do like to be beside the seaside!<i>Okay, okay. I wrote this a couple of weeks ago but have only just got around to editing, finding pictures and posting it. Many apologies for extreme tardiness.</i> <br />
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Today I watched <i>Went to Coney Island on a Mission from God - be Back by Five. </i>Its good, you should watch it. Its all about high school friendships and the places we find ourselves, unexpectedly, ten years later. But it's just as much about Coney Island.<br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/1088062">WTCIOAMFG,BBB5 trailer</a><br />
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Have you ever been? Not many people I know have. Its a very difficult place to explain. It has all the decaying charm of any seaside town, but double it, add some fading magic and several ghosts. That's bascially Coney Island. I love it. <br />
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Maybe its partly that it was the first day I spent in New York, late September a few years ago in glorious sunshine. We got there early and nothing was open. Its a long subway ride from the centre of the city and we thought we might have made a massive mistake. We spent an hour or so walking along the boardwalk, went to the Aquarium, and when we came out everything was getting going and the place was really filling up. I think it was at that point we got swept into the Freak Show, after watching someone hammer a nail into his brain up his nose.<br />
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The freak show was great, it cost maybe six dollars, I think, and it was worth every penny. Mostly it was kind of burlesque circus acts - Heather Holiday, a tiny sword swallower/contortionist, Serpentina who danced with a massive albino... snake of some kind, Angelica who breathed and twirled fire, all compered by Donny Vomit who did a few tricks and reminded me of my first boyfriend, and there was also the Black Scorpion/Lobster Boy who did tricks and comedy based on the fact he has 'lobster claw syndrome' hands. It wasn't slick or glamorous, it felt like a bunch of misfits were doing this because it was somewhere they could fit in. Of course, that was probably part of the act itself too, they probably do it because they make a heap of money at it over a summer. But it felt really honest, in a way that La Clique in the West End for four times the price, despite having slickness and glamour in bucketloads, didn't.<br />
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Maybe it was partly that I'd read <i>The Electric Michelangelo</i>, the second section of which takes place on Coney Island as the young tattooist from Morecambe escapes there and falls in love with the Tattooed Lady. His Coney Island, if not exactly in the heyday (it has been in gradual decline almost since its boom around 1900) is certainly considerably less decrepit than it is today and Sarah Hall's exquisite prose (really, you must read it) made me fall in love with somewhere I'd never been.<br />
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Maybe its partly that the seaside is in my blood. I spent the first ten years of my life in a crappy seaside town, Southend-on-Sea in the 1980s. Okay, its technically on the River Thames, or the Thames Estuary, which could be one of the reasons its got all the tackiness and not much of the rustic charm of the real seaside. Goodness knows what percentage of my childhood weekends were spent rollerskating along the promenade, walking along the World's Longest Pier (its so long there's a train back), paddling in the 'sea'. And how much of my pocket money I spent on the rides at Peter Pan's Playground, now Adventure Island.<br />
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I don't really like rides. I'm a wimp, I'll be the first to admit it. To this day I haven't been on a ride on which you go upside down. I don't mind going fast, I don't mind spinning round. I'm not great at going high, and I'd rather stay upright if possible. But my favourite 'ride' was The Crooked House. When you walk in, you can't see anything, not even the floor, it's pitch black. You kind of shuffle along until you come to these lit-up dioramas in which the 'Crooked Man' is shown in various domestic situations - feeding his cat and shaving are the two I remember - he might also be sleeping in one of them. He is terrifying, although its hard to say why. It could be that his head swivels all the way round a la Exorcist while he is shaving. Then there are some crooked stairs and crooked mirrors and then you walk outside to a teddy bear band playing in the daylight, and the steps back down seem crooked because they are straight but you've just spent ten minutes getting used to wobbly ones. <br />
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Okay, I can't explain it, just that it held a certain grim fascination for me, like this waxwork...<br />
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In <i>Went to Coney Island</i>... a recurring question is, if you are going to wash up anywhere, why here? And the responses echo each other: 'At night, they turn on the lights on the Wonderwheel. it's pretty.' Its an answer that explains nothing, of course. But I understand exactly what they mean.<br />
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I can see the sea (real sea!) from my dining room window now, I sat on the beach today and just watched the waves for a while. Since I've lived on the Sussex coast, the West Pier in Brighton has been collapsing. I must have moved here shortly after the fire in 2003 which effectively put the nail in the coffin of the redevelopment plans. I don't think it looks romantic and striking anymore, I think it looks really sad. But for me, that's sort of how a seaside should be.Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-33137147180209605942011-04-05T23:36:00.000+01:002011-04-05T23:36:32.189+01:00Quiet in a Noisy WorldRats, it's April! What happened to my promise to myself to blog at least weekly?<br />
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Well, ironically when I have been massively busy, I haven't really felt like I have very much to say. I've been doing all sorts of wonderful things in the real world, spending time with good friends, dearly-loved family, going on country walks, eating a lot of good lunches, making it to my dance class for a change, running my book club, going to <a href="http://www.moviebar.co.uk/">Moviebar</a>. I haven't seen any films to make me angry about their gender politics (we'll gloss over <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057012/">'Dr Strangelove'</a>) although I did get into a brilliant Bechdel Test debate with my chum Ash - proof that people really are reading my blog and paying attention, thank you! Maybe I have already changed the world a very tiny bit. This makes me happy.<br />
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But none of that is very exciting in the blogosphere. I drafted a blog about how much I love people - I really do - but the moment passed and although I still love people, I sort of lost the feeling that prompted me to write it so that'll stay on the backburner until I love people so much I have to revisit it.<br />
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I drafted a blog about how, Mr <a href="http://whatwritesatmidnight.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-i-loved-resident-evil-afterlife.html">Writer by Night</a>, I don't have a feminist blog, thank you very much. I sometimes write about feminist things. I also sometimes don't, as seen <a href="http://blazingmodestychangestheworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-i-didnt-write.html">here</a>, <a href="http://blazingmodestychangestheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-defence-of-st-valentines-day.html">here</a> and <a href="http://blazingmodestychangestheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/saw-this-and-thought-of-you.html">here</a>. It was going to be a long, self-examining post but really, as I said when I started this, I'm not going to declare a blogging manifesto. I'd rather let my posts speak for themselves.<br />
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I baked some fairy cakes and I have made a resolution to do more knitting again. I'm a process knitter. I'm really bad at finishing things, I just love the therapeutic rhythym and the magic of seeing a piece of fabric take shape with my hands. I don't care for making-up and precision knitting so that sleeves fit into armholes. This is why I mainly knit scarves and other rectangular things.<br />
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I forgot to make a book recommendation last Feminism Friday. You can belatedly have my all-time favourite book, <a href="http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/products/margaret+atwood/cat27s+eye/5424774/">Cat's Eye</a> by Margaret Atwood. I have read it at least 10 times. Everything I know about life, I learnt from this book.Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-76755361323723856032011-03-18T22:42:00.000+00:002011-03-18T22:42:14.524+00:00Feminism Friday: Winter's BoneI didn't want my Feminism Friday blogs to just be me moaning, I wanted to talk about all the good stuff that women and feminists do in the world too, then last night after watching it, the <a href="http://www.whatwritesatmidnight.blogspot.com/">Writer by Night</a> said I should blog about Winter's Bone. Obviously, like any good feminist I thought I'd better do as my husband said, and here I am. <br />
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I'd like to stress at this point, that a good film and a feminist film are not necessarily the same thing. If it wasn't a Friday, I might not even mention Winter's Bone, I don't watch things in order to deconstruct their gender politics because if I did that I don't think I'd enjoy another film again. I will always notice, but it isn't how I choose films to watch, and many of my favourite films could not be considered feminist. This is not a review of Winter's Bone, it's a reflection on the messages I find within it.<br />
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Chris actually liked the film more than I did, although I liked it too. I will try not to give spoilers, in fact, I don't really need to say very much specific about the plot. The good news is, it passes the <a href="http://www.feministfrequency.com/2009/12/the-bechdel-test-for-women-in-movies/">Bechdel Test</a> within about five minutes, but more than that, the film is full of female characters with names all talking to each other. Amazing. And even better, they all do it fully clothed, and in some cases, with woolly hats on. It is the female community in the film that supports, advises and helps Ree, the central character - and although violence is threatened by male characters, the only real violence in the film is executed by women. What's interesting about this violence is that it is committed in the name of protection; not revenge or power or personal survival. Astoundingly, given the odds for escaping this in movies in general, no one is raped.<br />
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</div>What interested me most though, was the number of women involved in making the film, reading the credits, there were women - usually plural - in pretty much every behind-the-camera department. I think our commercial film industry is so skewed towards male stories and tells them in such a blatantly sexist way is because women generally have such a tiny part in the process, men genuinely forget about them. Then women aren't interested because they don't feel reflected in cinema, and so movies just get made for young men and it becomes a viscious circle. There was still nothing like an equal split but women clearly had a much stronger presence in the making of Winter's Bone, on a project led by women. The more this happens, I hope, the more we will see an honest reflection of our world on screen.<br />
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While writing this I've been listening to Debra Granik being interviewed about Winter's Bone, and she makes the point that if we are to have any kind of 'biodiversity' in film making, we need to support the small films, because if they make their money back, the investors are happy and they get to make more films. She's not talking from a feminist perspective, just any kind of independent film-making outside the glossy Hollywood model. So I am making a resolution to seek out and <em>pay for</em> movies like this, in the hope that my one voice will go some way to ensuring I get to write more positive blogs!Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-63712682847269015672011-03-14T23:30:00.000+00:002011-03-14T23:30:57.207+00:00The Blog I Didn't WriteWhen I set this up it was my goal to blog at least once a week, but I hadn't banked on having weeks like this. It hasn't exactly been a bad week, in some ways it's been quite a pleasant week. All the same, nothing's quite gone according to plan.<br />
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It started with The Play I Didn't Do. It's been a while since I was on stage and over the past few months I've been putting together a two-person show which was supposed to be on last week, but, erm, it wasn't. In many ways it's a relief because I was kind of terrified, but its also disappointing, sad and frustrating. Hopefully it's a postponement and if I get it on again you'll be the first to know. Actually, you won't, you'll be some way down the list behind the rest of the company, the venue, the rights agents and anyone I happen to talk to before I get chance to blog about it. <br />
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So not doing the play gave me a bit more free time, great, I would get to my dance class at least. So next there was the Dance Class I Didn't Go To. My dancing buddy and I hopped in the car for the 15 minute journey along the coast. Only half an hour into the journey, we'd travelled approximately two miles. We'd already missed ten minutes of our class. So I took her home and made it to The <a href="http://www.moviebar.co.uk/">Moviebar</a> I Did Go To - this was a fun night and I greatly enjoyed being quiz master of the Quiz I Hadn't Written, athough I did have to refer to Rosario Dawson as 'delightful', but it could have been worse (this was the Moviebar our regular quizmaster Didn't Go To, maybe our schedules got mixed up somewhere). If you live near Brighton and you've never been to Moviebar, check it out.<br />
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On Thursday I had the day off work and was planning a shopping trip before a rehearsal for another play I am stage managing for. Only by then I was so used to things not going according to plan I made this the Shopping Trip I Didn't Go On by dillydallying and then the bus broke down so I just had time for a quick coffee with a friend. That night there was The Other Dance Class I Didn't Go To because my car was unhappy - possibly with the idea I might end up going somewhere for a change.<br />
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On Saturday I Didn't Have Lunch With a Friend, after I got to work to discover that what I thought was going to be a short-staffed day would actually be barely-staffed-at-all day, and in the scramble to give everyone a lunchbreak I'd completely forgotten I had plans for mine. Or perhaps by this point I was subconsciously sabotaging my own plans. <br />
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On Sunday night the Writer and I Didn't Watch a Film, specifically <em>Notes on a Scandal</em> which we got maybe 40 minutes into only for the massive crack on the disc we had noticed but tried to ignore proved itself beyond ignoring. We watched <em>Fanboys</em> instead, which was a more fun film than <em>Notes on a Scandal</em>, at least. FYI, does NOT pass the Bechdal Test. Not only that, it is possibly the most sexist, degrading film I have seen in the past year - to men as well as women (although surprise, surprise, the girls come off worse). But don't let that stop you, it had some funny moments and nice cameos. <br />
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And then today I Didn't Have The Day Off when I went in for a couple of hours this morning. Tomorrow I Am Not Having Drinks With My Ex-Boss who has flu. Throughout all this I have Not Been Reading <a href="http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/products/hilary+mantel/wolf+hall/7105284/">Wolf Hall</a> because despite it weighing down my handbag I have been distracted by <a href="http://evezaremba.com/">Eve Zaremba</a>'s <em>Work for a Million </em>which I found on a secondhand bookstall - I'm a sucker for any crime fiction which looks remotely dated, to almost any period, and for female PIs, so this was a fabulous double whammy. Then today when I intended to pick up <em>Wolf Hall </em>again I bumped into a friend at the station and spent the train journey catching up with him instead of reading.<br />
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I would say I'm off to bed now but I don't want to jinx it...Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-66095036880869423432011-03-04T10:00:00.009+00:002011-03-04T10:00:01.116+00:00Feminism Friday: Any Woman Worth Her SaltA couple of weeks ago I watched <em>Salt. </em>You'll have to forgive me, it wasn't the most memorable of films and a lot has happened since so I'll be hazier on the details than I would have been the next day.<br />
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Firstly, it wasn't a terribly good film, it tried to have plot twists but it basically just meant you spent much of the film without sympathy for any character, risky but with fabulous writing you can pull it off. This wasn't fabulously written and I had a hard time caring about pretty much any of them. <br />
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But it makes an interesting film to watch from a feminist viewpoint because it was apparently originally written for Tom Cruise. I love action women, I like Angelina Jolie, I hadn't heard great things about the film beforehand but I was willing to throw myself into it. It had some plus points - there were some outrageous action sequences with Jolie throwing herself off a bridge and jumping between moving lorries. I can't think of another film where I've seen a female character do that kind of chase without a male sidekick ( rather, without being a man's sidekick), or not in the most ridiculous skimpy dress or shorts you ever saw. In this she was wearing a beanie and a backpack, and she looked, preposterous lips notwithstanding, like a real woman. The fights were believable, they didn't make too much fuss about the fact she was a woman throwing punches at men, but also didn't make it too easy for her to disable some pretty big and tough guys. <br />
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There's also an intriguing moment where she kicks a sanitary towel dispenser off the wall in a ladies toilets and uses one to patch up a gunshot wound - this strikes me as a very practical move and I don't think I've ever seen a sanitary towel in a film. I'm not sure given the wound she had this would really have been possible but this is the world of an action flick and it doesn't do to question feasibility too closely. It feels like a 'wouldn't it be cool if, now Salt's a woman, she...' but in this instance it paid off, for me at least.<br />
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Not so for the moment a little earlier when, after spraying CCTV cameras with a fire extinguisher to cover the lens, she inexplicably, with the fire extinguisher still to hand, whips off her knickers to block the final camera. This she can do easily and a million times more gracefully than any knicker removal I've seen or executed in real life, thanks to the massive slit in the tight skirt she wears to her office job in the CIA. I can't believe Jolie even did it, really. I'd have been tempted to punch the director in the face. There's also a questionable moment at the beginning of the film when she's learning to fold napkins for her anniversary dinner with her husband. I find it very hard to believe this was part of the original script, and while the function of the episode is clearly to establish the husband and the occasion, this would never have been written for the character as Cruise would have played it.<br />
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When I watch a film, it has to go through two tests. One is personal, informal, I have been using it more or less since I took A level English and my teacher asked the girls in the class, 'where are you in this play?' I think the <a href="http://www.whatwritesatmidnight.blogspot.com/">Writer By Night</a> named this the Andrea Test after our first row about <em>The Thing</em> (he says it was about <em>Phantasm 4</em> but neither of us are prepare to swear to it). Basically, what I'm looking for is a film to contain female characters I can identify with, who have experiences in the film outside of being wives, girlfriends, mothers, rape victims (in the sense of being accessories, a film like <em>Stepford Wives</em> for example - the good one- about those experiences is fine); who behave with integrity and in a believable way, and the plural is crucial - there needs to be more than one. Some films I love like <em>Fight Club</em>, don't pass this test; it doesn't make them bad films (<em>Fight Club</em> I think in some ways is different anyway because the film is <em>about</em> male identity and inter-male relationships in today's world). But it's measure of beginning to see the way women are portrayed in movies, almost by default, without anyone really noticing it might be a problem.<br />
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What is striking about <em>Salt </em>then, considering it has an interesting, three-dimensional female character at the centre of it, is that it doesn't pass either test. She is oddly the only woman in this world apart from a couple of unnamed agents and White House aides. There are no other female characters. It just fails at the first hurdle; not even two with names. Think about this for a moment - isn't that astounding, more than that, shocking? She does talk to a small girl, who might be named (I said I might be vague), about taking care of her dog, but the test specifies women, and every single adult woman with any status, all the politicians, spies and terrorists are all exclusively men. I don't know about you, but this does not reflect the world I live in. Hard as it may be to believe, everyday I have conversations with other women, who have names, about things other than men! I see on the news women in positions of power (not enough but that's another blog) with names, talking to each other about things other than men. We all as adults accept the movie world as being a construct, where things can happen that don't happen in the every day world, but how often do you step back and look what that construct, as a complete picture, is telling us? And how do we explain to a younger generation why we have chosen to discriminate on screen in a way we would never find acceptable in the real world? <br />
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I realise the same goes for almost any minority group on film; race, religion, sexual orientation. But <strong><em>women are not a minority group. </em></strong>Count us, see us, give us names. Stop making us accessories and rape victims. Start making us people. Why is that so hard, Hollywood?<br />
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For this Feminism Friday, I prescribe Allison Bechdel's <a href="http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/products/alison+bechdel/fun+home/4067692/"><em>Fun Home</em></a><em>. </em>The Writer by Night bought it for me for Christmas and I read it in seconds, just wonderful and warm and sad and true.Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-10030489497956462132011-02-25T18:07:00.000+00:002011-02-25T18:07:32.401+00:00The Circle GameI have just passed an enjoyable few days in the Midlands culminating in my big sister's wedding in Birmingham . The sister in me is thrilled and excited and happy and hungover; but I'm surprised to find in all these weddings there is also a feeling of having come full circle somehow. I thought this was from my wedding last year, but then I started tracing that circle back through my life and I'm still not sure where it starts. I keeping finding circles within circles, tiny circles around my finger and massive drunken staggering circles kicking each other in the shins while they bawl 'New York, New York' and that mystical, mystifying, enchanting circle of two that doth a marriage make. <br />
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I'm not sure exactly why I believe in, support or endorse marriage, in all honesty. I don't have any particular religious beliefs although I would describe myself more as agnostic than atheist. In many ways it's a fairly outdated institution, the customs of which work mostly against my feminist principles, and in the 21st century there is simply no excuse for its exclusion of couples of the same gender. It is normal social practice for couples to live together outside marriage and have children outside marriage and I have never felt pressured to marry for moral reasons, either for myself or even within my family or social circle. It just isn't necessary, and in fact there are many good arguments against it. <br />
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When I talk about marriage here, it's kind of code for a life-long, committed relationship. But I have to say, before I married I would have said I was in one of those; and yet I have definitely crossed some kind of other threshold. The thing about a marriage is you have to say it out loud. I heard a writer talking recently about what a momentous occasion it is when as a writer you say 'I am a writer, I am writing a novel' out loud; that however much you've wanted or hoped for that secretly, you don't dare to say it, and then one day you do and it doesn't necessarily make you a better writer, but something changes anyway. I continue to be surprised that marriage does change something. It feels like casting spells, setting aside the time and space, saying the words and knowing them to be true has, for me at least, had a little bit of magic in it.<br />
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My first memory of wanting to be married was shyly confessing that feeling to my First Boyfriend at the age of fourteen. He laughed at me and we never mentioned it again, but this week he proposed to his beautiful and high-achieving girlfriend who wisely and bravely accepted and I'm thrilled for them both. Another circle closes.<br />
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I don't want to induce any vomit so I'll leave it there. I'm not going to bore you with our wedding details but I'd like to give a big shout out to the <a href="http://www.offbeatbride.com/">Offbeat Bride Tribe</a> which provided space to think about all the big things whilst also dealing with all the little things as we planned our wedding; if you are planning yours I highly recommend you pay it a visit. One of my friends on there has now started her own wedding website and she profiled our wedding <a href="http://brokecreativebride.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-budget-wedding-uk-bride-rocks.html">here</a>.Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-78240363957545139202011-02-14T12:33:00.000+00:002011-02-14T12:33:14.541+00:00In Defence of St Valentine's DayI've always been pro-Valentine's Day. I think it's lovely. What kind of a humbug are you to not enjoy telling someone you love them? What do you mean, you don't love anyone? Well, now's the time to start. <br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/36/Anthropomorphic_Valentine%2C_crica_1950.JPG"><img alt="File:Anthropomorphic Valentine, crica 1950.JPG" height="170" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/36/Anthropomorphic_Valentine%2C_crica_1950.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>I've been looking into the background of Valentine's Day, it appears it wasn't constructed by Clintons and Hallmark but based on a series of misapprehensions on how many martyrs there were called Valentine, when their Saint's day (or days) was (or were), what (if anything) they have to do with romanitc love, what date Chaucer was talking about when he writes about 'seynt Volantynys' day, and a convenient mash-up of the results of this with a Roman fertility festival. But people have been sending Valentines since the 15th century. I'm not going to check but I'm going to hazard a guess that Clintons hasn't been around that long.<br />
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style="cursor: move; height: 254px; width: 199px;" unselectable="on" width="199" /></div>Yes, card companies and other retailers absolutely want to make as much money from you as possible on Valentine's Day - but how is that different from any other day? When the <a href="http://www.whatwritesatmidnight.blogspot.com/">Writer by Night</a> (who has a long-standing hatred of Valentine's Day) and I celebrated our first 14th of Feb together, we made a deal that whatever we did would be free. He made me an awesome comic and I made him a fluffy purple picture frame and a heart-shaped pizza. We still have both of those things (we ate the pizza). You can celebrate without spending anything if you feel that strongly about spending £2 on a card.<br />
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And as for the argument that you don't need one day a year to tell you to make a loved one feel special because you should do it every day; well, I'm willing to bet that you don't. I've heard more than once that over-use of the phrase 'I love you' devalues it, but I think that's categorically untrue. Using it when you don't mean it devalues it, using it and then behaving in an unloving way devalues it, but I don't think you can ever say it enough. If you can't remember when you last told the person you love that you love them, you need to say it again. <br />
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I am lucky, I know, to have someone to celebrate with and someone worth celebrating. But one of my most memorable Valentine's experiences was a year when I was single and seven friends and I did a 'secret valentine' with a budget of £3 each, pulling a name out of a hat. I got a red fluffy heart that vibrated when you pulled a string (if memory serves me correctly it was from Ash), John won by giving Ceri a bin bag full of inflated balloons and a pin, which when she popped them each had a letter inside spelling out a message. Then we all went to the cinema to indulge Julia's crush on John Simm in 'Wonderland'. That year I also sent someone an anonymous home-made valentine's card and a kinder egg. It was an unrequited crush but it felt good to send it, and I'd like to think that it made him feel a little bit special that someone had gone to all that effort for him. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://www.doobybrain.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/floating-in-space-valentine.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="169" /></div>Love is precious but it's also free and the more you give away, the more you get back. I think it's a sign of a civilised society that there's a day dedicated to celebrating that.Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-69613455730459060452011-02-10T22:20:00.000+00:002011-02-10T22:20:16.559+00:00Saw this and thought of you...I have been too busy being the World's Busiest Lady this week to write you a proper post - actually that's not true, I started an epic, introspective and probably dull draft last night that will probably take a good few months to complete. In the meantime I have been inspired by my good chum <a href="http://www.ageofuncertainty.blogspot.com/">Steerforth</a> who posts about the treasures he finds during his very cool job, and I'd like to share this particularly outstanding book cover with you. I think it might be my favourite of all time:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFgPbvMEz3xtuZVKwzE9WodcPSJF4Nmle8XWkrq6IlKVXnTiBuG1dz4IMLSbHGciE6FmrGBLx8hN5MIC1iVkIDcdp1dRyKYXw260tBW-sItYIXUW4OI4UApoj0yOoD7RAJI2HfBoVVdlO3/s1600/dog+collar+murders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFgPbvMEz3xtuZVKwzE9WodcPSJF4Nmle8XWkrq6IlKVXnTiBuG1dz4IMLSbHGciE6FmrGBLx8hN5MIC1iVkIDcdp1dRyKYXw260tBW-sItYIXUW4OI4UApoj0yOoD7RAJI2HfBoVVdlO3/s320/dog+collar+murders.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't think I could bear to read the book in case it just doesn't live up to the cover...</div>Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-72498675199744133622011-02-04T00:06:00.000+00:002011-02-04T00:06:24.139+00:00Call Yourself a Feminist! or, the Difficult Second BlogAnd it really has been difficult. While catching up on <a href="http://www.feministfrequency.com/">Feminist Frequency</a> the other day I stumbled across a few other feminist blogs, including one that mentioned Feminism Friday - the idea being that if several bloggers post feminist blogs or articles on a Friday it will create a bigger buzz and maybe reach readers who wouldn't otherwise read something with that tag. I think it's a great idea (I accidentally nearly wrote 'great' in capitals, I didn't think it was <em>that</em> great) and immediately wanted to give it a go. Cue a few stumbling paragraphs about some of the sexist attitudes I encounter on a day to day basis.<br />
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Just one problem. Turns out, I'm not terribly good at being opinionated. I do a few things wrong:<br />
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1) I'm really bad at expressing myself without making allowances for other people having a different opinion to me. I blame my parents, they did a pretty good job.<br />
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2) I always make a counter argument to myself in my head as I go along, which I find it hard to keep off the page (screen? keys?). I blame James II. Not the king, the boyfriend. James II was always right - he'd be the first to admit it. In fact, he wouldn't just admit it, he'd <em>inform </em>you he was always right. No matter what you were arguing he'd be right, he'd pick the opposite viewpoint just for the mental workout. Overall, it was probably pretty good for me and I have a lot to thank him for. But unsurprisingly, I didn't marry him.<br />
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3) I write like I'm in the Famous Five. It's not put on, I speak that way too (people who know me in real life will verify this). <a href="http://www.juliamarchese.wordpress.com/">Julia Marchese</a> didn't think English people really say 'jolly good' until she heard me say it- I had to break it to her that they don't usually, since the 1950s. I'm not sure who I can blame for that as my mother was strongly against Enid Blyton, or any children's literature where the girls helped mummy/Cook in the kitchen while the boys planted potatoes in the garden. She used to switch it around when she read us bedtime stories (yes, I <em>do </em>blame her for me wanting to get involved in Feminism Friday. Thanks Mum!) Anyway, try making a forceful argument using phrases like 'jolly good', 'terribly' and 'marvellous'. See what I mean?<br />
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All of this has sort of got in the way of me saying it makes me rather cross when, in the course of recommending an excellent book (which I have course to do on an almost hourly basis, and they pay me for it), I'm asked if it is <em>Woman's </em>book - 'woman' said in the same tone as 'I'm on a train that stops at <em>Balcombe'</em> (for those who don't use the London-Brighton line, the tone you use for an irritant the universe has thrown in your path which is not deadly but highly inconvenient and if you could think of a safe and legal way of destroying it, you might. David Cameron. Seagulls). So my brief nod to Feminism Friday which I will participate in, not necessarily every Friday, but as often as I can, and my response to all those readers who judge a book by its gender, is this:<br />
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There is no such thing as a woman's book.<br />
A woman enjoying a book does not mean that a man will not.<br />
And vice versa.<br />
The novels I have most enjoyed have been those which surprise me, allow me to experience things I might not otherwise experience, educate me.<br />
The gender of the authors of those books is irrelevant to my enjoyment of them.<br />
The gender of the characters of those books is irrelevant to my enjoyment of them.<br />
I know of no biological reason why this should be different for a man than it is for me.<br />
It would not kill you just once in your life, or maybe even more often, to read a book about motherhood, or love. In fact, in order to treat your condition, I view it as compulsory.<br />
Yes, discounting a book as suitable reading material purely on the gender of the author or the person who recommends it <em>is</em> sexist, and in eight years of working with books, I have never seen a woman do it.<br />
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Every Feminism Friday, until I get bored, I'm going to recommend a good book by a woman. I'd love to know what you think. Today, it's The Electric Michelangelo by Sarah Hall. <br />
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Also, I'd love for other bloggers I know and love, every now and then, to spare a thought (or even a blog) for Feminism Friday. Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72651702409882004.post-72530231763348650782011-01-31T23:36:00.000+00:002011-01-31T23:36:05.928+00:00Look Mummy, I made a blog!... and have spent three days in editing the background and fonts. This is an important job. This is a place where I can come and have some 'me' time (I really do dislike that expression) so I want to get the atmosphere just right. I want it to be a cool hangout for you too, so let me know what you think of the decor.<br />
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I'm not setting out my manifesto here, other than the title, you'll get to know me soon enough and I'd rather let my posts speak for themselves. I also apologise if I am a little sporadic in getting going, I have been the World's Busiest Lady recently and I've got plenty to keep me occupied until about the middle of May. And as soon as I can after that I'm having a holiday! You may also find I begin to write in iambic pentameter as I'm learning lines for a play in verse.<br />
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I have found time to go to the cinema three times this week and see 3 of the Oscar nominees - it's been a few years since I last made a concerted effort to see as many of the films as possible but I've enjoyed it hugely, and an unexpected side effect has been seeing the films in relationship to one another, drawing connections, contrasts, seeing them as fragments of some massive uber-movie like the novels of David Mitchell. After The King's Speech, Black Swan and 127 Hours, the three films seem to tell one story, about grappling with the very essence of ourselves, the part which is buried deepest and most personal; yet it seems in every case the ability to overcome is not drawn from within but from other people. It's being loved that saves us, and perhaps giving love too. On Saturday, after watching James Franco cut his arm off (actually, I watched his face while he cut his arm off; I'm a wimp like that) I wanted to give everyone I love a hug and tell them that they have all saved me, in their own way. If there's something I learnt from them, it's that I'm one lucky Modesty.<br />
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And that the Dome Cinema in Worthing is awesome, in spite of people talking over the opening of Black Swan until I told them off. For a wimp, I sometimes do quite un-wimpy things.Blazing Modestyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16037006553523406053noreply@blogger.com3