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American University, Assault & Activism

500_AU EagleIt has been a long time since students at my college were organized, cooperative, and angry. But I go to American University, and our school paper, The Eagle, is infamous for publishing inflammatory and often antagonistic opinion pieces by a staff columnist- and last week, the columnist chose to write about sexual assault and date rape.

I’ve been working with Women’s Initiative, a campus group, and have regularly had to respond to pieces published by The Eagle and mobilize others to do so. At the beginning of September, the paper published the first of a regular series on sex and dating that told women at AU not to worry about drunk hookups: to think of situations where you couldn’t decipher where you were and what was happening as a growing experience, and not as assault. The column was chilling. In response I launched (con)sensual, a campaign based in artwork and social media that spreads knowledge of and encourages the practice of verbal consent in any and all sexual interactions. I’ve worked closely with THE LINE Campaign since last summer, and wanted to use my experience to begin an open dialogue on campus. I worked with campus organizers on getting the posters in residence halls and bathrooms and further mobilized and collaborated with other groups on speakers and events.

For this reason, words could not explain the frustration I felt when I discovered “Dealing with AU’s anti-sex brigade.” The article proposed a number of claims: that date rape was not a valid crime, that straight women deserved rape for going to parties, and that rape was an innate action and an unimportant issue. The Eagle was at it again! The author stated:

Let’s get this straight: any woman who heads to an EI party as an anonymous onlooker, drinks five cups of the jungle juice, and walks back to a boy’s room with him is indicating that she wants sex, OK? To cry “date rape” after you sober up the next morning and regret the incident is the equivalent of pulling a gun to someone’s head and then later claiming that you didn’t ever actually intend to pull the trigger.

“Date rape” is an incoherent concept. There’s rape and there’s not-rape, and we need a line of demarcation. It’s not clear enough to merely speak of consent, because the lines of consent in sex — especially anonymous sex — can become very blurry. If that bothers you, then stick with Pat Robertson and his brigade of anti-sex cavemen! Don’t jump into the sexual arena if you can’t handle the volatility of its practice!

I was horrified by the piece and its publication. I immediately worked on a letter for the editors, and submitted a rewrite of the entire piece that was focused on the importance of consent:

Let’s get this straight: any person who heads to a party and drinks five cups of the jungle juice is unable to provide consent. To justify manipulating someone who is inebriated, taking advantage of someone with physical threats, date-rape drugs, and coercion, and/or disregarding someone’s ability to enjoy or consent to sex is the equivalent of pulling a gun to someone’s back and shooting it in the dark.

I drafted a petition and form letters for others to send to the editorial board. I met with a collective of activists on campus and organized a multitude of efforts to spread awareness of the article’s false and harmful claims. The petition went out later that week, and began gathering signatures. I spent the week in meetings, collaborating and spearheading efforts to work on messaging, make the activists on campus a more productive and cohesive unit, talking to the press, and even being featured on the CBS Early Show. I re-launched (con)sensual, and the new hostile environment that emerged from this article rendered a destructive welcome for the newest shipment of artwork.

We are still working, however, in the aftermath of the piece. We have used the incident to push for a full-time, professionally-staffed Women’s Resource Center, and for the university to hire a full-time sexual assault counselor. I pledged as the WI Rape Awareness & Eradication Dept. Director to stop telling women how to not get raped, and instead educate my campus about the inequalities that create violence and urge them to be a part of a progressive cultural shift to eradicate that violence.

The impact sexual harassment has on the lives of all people, and especially women, is impossible to ignore. Rape is one of the most underreported crimes, and sexual assault is likely to occur to over 25 percent of women on every college campus. Sexual assault happens every day, and every second. For The Eagle to hold up rape excuses and justifications as journalism is revolting. The overwhelming fear of shame most women feel after being sexually assaulted is real and painful, and the memories of their rapes should not be used as tools to combat an oppressive publication. The Eagle, for too long, sold rape controversy to its readers, using it as an impetus for readership and a method to grab the attention of students. They have since apologized- but this entire incident made me aware how fleeting the tenants of respect, consent, mutuality, and communication have become on my own campus.

Not so Gaga: fashion & cultural appropriation

Well, I was all in a tizzy on Friday – flipping out all over twitter and Facebook that the Lady Gaga “Telephone” video was out. Before Xmas the boys and I spent a good chunk of an evening dancing to it all over my living room and giggling at the ridiculous “when I’m at the club and sipping that bub” lyrics. I anxiously awaited the video sequel to “Paparazzi” and my jaw dropped the first three times I watched it.

Of course I loved the smoking cigarette glasses, the “Reform School Girls” references, and that hot lesbian kiss in the prison yard. I also LOVE the fashion and aesthetics of the video, never mind the product placement, a girl needs to get paid.

I was definitely uneasy though, possibly due to Beyonce’s gruesome acting. I couldn’t shake that sinking “what will teen girls think?” feeling I had. Maybe it was the girl fight in prison and those multiple homicides? Jezebel does a fine job of critiquing, mainly saying it’s long, disjointed, muddled and self-indulgent.

I don’t have much to say about the Tarantino references here, since I never saw “Kill Bill”, but I do want to thank him for turning me onto Badlands, which I discovered when he photocopied it in True Romance. There are other rips and references that annoy me, though. What’s up with suburban Gaga playing a prison chola? And no, I don’t think its a nod to L.A. celebutantes getting prison time for drunk driving. And wearing beer cans in her hair? That’s a direct snatch from Maluca in her “El Tigeraso” video, not that Maluca has the copyright on innovative ways to style hair, but it feels blatant.

I love the “El Tigeraso” video, it looks and feels like a documentary, portrays real characters and details of Washington Heights, has lush colors, and Maluca is fierce in the way she handles street harassment. It has humor, it has claws, and it ends with her bringing the Merengue as she fronts an all girl band with beer cans in her hair and golden old-man flip flops.

Which leads me to another video with another fierce young woman at the helm: Rye-Rye and “Shake it to the Ground”

Love that its shot on HD, but made to look lo-fi, love the Baltimore character and landscape cutaways and the and block party vibe with dancing, double dutch and teen-girl energy. I personally am totally jealous of the dancing and the editing.

The takeaway messages from Maluca and Rye-Rye is that anyone (viewer, teen-girl, person with flipcam) can document their neighborhood, their friends, and what they do to pass the time. That kind of observation and interpretation is storytelling, and a form of cultural anthropology. It feels authentic because it is authentic. Gaga in her prison voyeurism, smacks of Madonna co-opting Voguing, which Bell Hooks critiques in her essay on “Blonde Ambition.” Melissa Gira Grant talks of “12 year old realness” and what DIY co-opting looked like for her.

Borrowing is tricky, artists have done it since the beginning of time. Storytelling doesn’t have to be autobiographical to be “real” but if you borrow or re-interpret do it right.  Madonna’s “Papa Don’t Preach” video still holds up today – this is a movie within a video, a story with conflict, drama and resolution. After watching it I wanted nothing more than to move to Bay Ridge, wear that “Italians Do It Better” t-shirt, have sex with that hot guy I met in Tomkins Square Park, skip getting pregnant, and have Danny Aiello be my forgiving father. Is the video autobiographical? Who knows. But it sure works.

Gaga needs to keep it real, which doesn’t mean she should stop critiquing the patriarchy, the media and the music industry and “Just Dance.” She is grotesque, fabulous and over the top, and she needs to tell her own stories, in her own voice.

Labels are not always lies

500_bodyisgiftToday, I sat in on a two hour long seminar called Women and Leadership. The professor began by asking how many students in the room could call themselves feminists. As I shot my hand up, I noticed that barely half my peers had done the same. They blinked, not seeming to understand the question.

The professor was intrigued. “For those of you who didn’t raise your hand, why didn’t you?” One student answered that the term was antiquated. Another stated that she didn’t want to be accused of being a bra-burner. As more and more reasons piled up, I saw that I was one of the few people in the room who was unafraid of declaring feminism to be a part of my identity.

This isn’t the only time that I’ve been upfront about who I am. I’ve declared other things too: I’m an Asian American. I’m a writer. I’m a food maniac. I’m an obsessive compulsive. My liberal arts education taught me to do otherwise: avoid labels, don’t embrace them. My education tells me that that nothing is definite, everything is malleable. It tells me that being loud and proud is a performance, all show and no sincerity. As intellect becomes more important, conviction and the sense of self becomes less so.

College, I’ve discovered, often involves more talk than action. Brilliant minds sit in a circle and throw ideas at each other, always making sure to follow certain rules. Don’t accuse someone else of being an essentialist. Don’t say anything that doesn’t relate to the texts. And don’t ever, ever get overly personal. Sometimes I hate these rules. I can’t stand the emotional stagnation after I’ve done all that mental work. It’s because of these things that so many people are afraid to step forward and believe in something; they’re thinking and rethinking to the point of paralysis. Some people take an entire lifetime to get comfortable with a term like “feminist”, or refuse to even give it a chance. They don’t know what they’re missing.

As a new blogger for The Line Campaign, I can only hope to use my daily experiences to initiate both emotional and intellectual discussion, about gender, sexuality, the body, and all the gaps in between that complicate our movements through social spaces. My therapist once drew a Venn Diagram, with emotion as one circle and intellect as the other. She pointed at the overlapping space and said, “That’s wisdom.” The first piece of wisdom I’ll share with you is: Labels are not always lies. Don’t run away from conviction, belief, or chances to find yourself. Find your boundaries and stick to them.

Media glutton + Internet geek + Feminist

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I began my second morning as a Soapbox Soldier with an Americano. I ordered a small, upsized to a medium, and sat down to smell the beans before running to our first meeting at the Feminist Press, up the street from Penn Station at the CUNY Graduate Center.

This was just the beginning of a day focused on media: on getting into it, on challenging it, on consuming it, and on creating it. I was particularly interested in this, as someone who has ventured into the areas of film, graphic design, writing, and promotions in her time as a student and advocate and has thoroughly enjoyed it all.

The organizations hosting us and speaking with us were all what seemed like worlds apart: from the Feminist Press, the oldest feminist publisher in the world (and just a note- yes, book design is still an appreciated art) to the Women’s Media Center, which advocates for more equal gender representation and opportunity in the media, and even Courtney Martin of Feministing, the world of “real-life feminists” seemed to be one full of different creative outlets. This is a good sign for activists, I think- we’re going to stay busy, which means we will stay satisfied. We also get to choose from a variety of activities to express our feminism, be it through blogs or PSAs.

In terms of how these various mediums benefit feminism, well- messages. Gloria Jacobs of the Feminist Press sees it as a vehicle for feminist thought that goes beyond “women’s issues” – it’s about bringing forth the issues relevant to women’s lives, written about by women, or even separate from women but related to other social justice causes. This was echoed by Debbie of BUST Magazine, who met with us and professed deep convictions that presenting typically “frowned upon” things like cooking, knitting, and fashion in BUST was controversial but necessary: she is trying to create a feminist pop culture, not critique an anti-feminist one.

So this leaves me, the media glutton and the internet geek, slouching in trains at the end of the night piecing it all together. “Carmen, how you gonna do it? How can you? What should you do?” For now, I’m taking the young and ambitious route: I’m doing a little bit of it all. I’m going to remain vigilant, remain visible, but make more of an effort now to reach out to media outlets and let them know how I feel about their programming and coverage. I’m going to remain outspoken and nontraditionally active in feminism, but I’m also going to stick to my guns and lobby and rally and yell like all hell. This is what feminism is made of, after all. Love for your own voice and respect for your own self, and knowing that nothing else matters- except maybe figuring out which blog to publish first.

Packing for (Feminist) Boot Camp

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As school begins in the Capital City, I will be far away in New York. Reckless? Ah, it would appear that way, but alas- I am merely suiting up for Soapbox Media’s Feminist Winter Term, a weeklong activism conference for young people that focuses on women’s issues, women’s history, activism and methodology, and professional development.

If you managed to find out about it prior to registration and will also be in attendance, let it be known that you will have a comrade from THE LINE in your ranks. But if you didn’t, regret not! I will be reporting back via this very blog about the skills I pick up, the techniques I realize, and the people I meet.

(PS- information on the conference and a tentative agenda can be found online, and if you’re wondering who I requested they bring to town, my answer was inevitably Hillary Clinton.)