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No Replacements

The outrage has been palpable.  A recent advertisement by Adidas featuring a man modeling a women’s swimsuit has sparked more controversy than a drag show being staged outside a pre-school.  It’s the latest volley in the ongoing and very contentious debate regarding transgender issues.  In the Adidas ad it’s almost too obvious that the model is a man – squared shoulders, a prominent bulge in the groin and a smattering of chest hair.  I don’t know what idiot thought this would be a good idea, but they need to find another career.  Advertising isn’t working for them.

Women across social and political spectrums are understandably upset.  In an editorial last year, New York Times columnist Pamela Paul wrote: “The noble intent behind omitting the word ‘women’ is to make room for the relatively tiny number of transgender men and people identifying as nonbinary who retain aspects of female biological function and can conceive, give birth or breastfeed.  But despite a spirit of inclusion, the result has been to shove women to the side.”

Also last year actress/singer Bette Midler made headlines when she tweeted: “WOMEN OF THE WORLD! We are being stripped of our rights over our bodies, our lives and even of our name! They don’t call us ‘women’ anymore; they call us ‘birthing people’ or ‘menstruators’, and even ‘people with vaginas’! Don’t let them erase you! Every human on earth owes you!”

Gillian Branstetter, a communications strategist at the ACLU, noted, “The notion that you can’t say the word ‘women’ strikes me as the notion that you can’t say ‘Merry Christmas.’  It’s a panic that is very absent from reality and attempts to position a growing, changing society as a threat.”

I agree with them.  That we are discussing what is female and male is the epitome of ludicrous.  There wouldn’t be an argument if the transgender crowd hadn’t become so vocal and vociferous in recent years.  I don’t understand the transgender matter and I’m not certain I want to understand it.  I do realize that some people may suffer from gender dysphoria.  But I don’t know at what point this matter goes from a medical discussion to a social dispute.

Yet, as the transgender debate ensues, I almost want to laugh.  For years, I’ve heard some women say emphatically that they do not need men; which is overtly cavalier because they need to know that men don’t necessarily need – or want – them.  And I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard women say they don’t even need men to procreate because they have sperm banks – which is like saying we don’t need farms because we have grocery stores.  I’ve also heard others – including some “enlightened” men – declare that males of the species overall are becoming irrelevant; that our Y chromosome has been shrinking over the past several millennia and will eventually vanish into the morass of human refuse.

All-female societies look great in sex videos, but the reality is starkly different.

As far as I can determine now, we can’t replace men and we can’t replace women – no matter how much hardcore feminists and delusional trans activists try.  The transgender movement has become unhinged in its efforts to become relevant and valued.  The anxiety over gender and “appropriate” roles for males and females is manufactured.  Humanity has made it this far without the restrictions bestowed by politically correct culture warriors who – like book censors – think they know what’s right for everyone else.

I don’t know if crap like the Adidas ad is an experiment in shock value; an attempt by media cretins to assert themselves into popular culture.  Despite their best efforts of the trans crowd and their sympathizers, gender is not subjective.

I am male and I’m proud of it.  I have no qualms and make no apologies for it.  Neither should anyone else.

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In Memoriam – Tina Turner, 1939-2023

“Sometimes you’ve got to let everything go – purge yourself.  If you are unhappy with anything… whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it.  Because you’ll find that when you’re free, your true creativity, your true self comes out.”

Tina Turner

I have a personal – albeit tenuous – connection to Tina Turner.  My father worked for a printing shop in downtown Dallas for most of his adult life.  In the early 1960s, before I was born, he met Turner and her then husband, Ike, when they came to town ahead of a series of shows they had scheduled.  The couple was just getting started in their career together, and the shop where my father worked landed the contract to print up tickets and various promotional materials for the Turners.  My father had never heard of them, but recounted they were polite and professional, arriving in business attire as was customary at the time.  Ike, he said, did most of the talking.  He never saved any of the stuff he printed for them, so he had only his recollection of the meeting to relay in the following years.

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Spent

Last November, for my 59th birthday, I met a long-time friend, Preston*, at my gym.  For years I made it a habit to visit my gym on my birthday.  Even though I’ve changed gyms over the years, I hadn’t been to a gym on my birthday since 2019.  So this was a refreshing change.  Preston had turned 55 the previous July and – as we conversed about life and related topics – the subject of retirement arose.  Like me (and millions of others across the globe), Preston has worked most of his adult life.  He did what’s expected of so many people – especially men – in our society: he attended college, found a good job, got married and had kids.  His wife went on maternity leave shortly before giving birth to their daughter some two decades ago and never returned to work.  Thus, Preston – like millions of men – continued working.

Prior to meeting at my gym last November he’d said something that surprised me, yet to which I could relate.  “I’m tired of working so hard.”

It was ironic because the same feelings had been rumbling around in my mind over the previous months.  An uncle told me he’d retired in 2002 at the age of 62 simply because he was tired of working.  Even though he didn’t get the most out of his Social Security, he simply had become weary of the labor grind and therefore, was willing to take the risk of living a more modest life.

My father had essentially been forced to retire at 62 in 1995, but my mother managed to retire at 70 in 2003.  My folks managed to make the most of their golden years – my father dived full-time into genealogical research, and my mother spent hours reading and doing crossword puzzles.  They didn’t travel or go out dancing; they didn’t join any clubs to make a bevy of new friends.  They spent their remaining time on Earth living simply and quietly.

Whenever it’s my turn to retire, I’m certain I’ll spend my time doing what I love to do: reading and writing.  I’d love to travel, but that’s still a dream.

Right now I’m trying desperately to find a job within my chosen profession – technical writing – but I’m not having much luck.  Since the first of this year I have literally applied to more than 100 jobs.  If I actually receive a response, it’s usually a no or the position has been closed.  And even those are rare.  In the state of Texas, the unemployment rate is roughly 4%, lower than most anywhere else in the country.  I’m starting to get the impression my age is a factor.  A friend tells me I’m just being paranoid, but I know age discrimination – though illegal – is a reality in the American work force.

But right now the U.S. government is mired in an impasse over the debt limit.  As usual it’s a battle between political ideologies, and neither side seems willing to concede.  And, as usual, average Americans like The Chief are caught in the mud fight.

I don’t need a palatial beachfront estate with a 6-car garage to be happy.  I don’t need billions in stock or hard cash to feel content.  I just need to make a basic and decent living.  My freelance writing fell flat after the COVID-19 pandemic and hasn’t recovered.  A friend suggested I try to be an Uber driver, but I don’t have a 4-door vehicle and I’m bad at directions.  I think I’m too old for porn, so I won’t even try – again.  Yet I’m not too proud to work and don’t like being idle anyway.

Yet I have to concede I’m tired.  Decades ago I recall my father saying he no longer really cared for being praised for his work; he wanted to be rewarded monetarily.  The bank where I used to work often gave out perfect attendance awards and various other accolades that ultimately weren’t worth the paper on which they were printed.  Now I know what my father meant.

*Name changed.

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Happy Mother’s Day 2023!

“Giving birth is like taking your lower lip and pulling it up over your head.”

Carol Burnett

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Just Leave It As Is

Last Saturday, May 6, another mass shooting occurred; this one in Allen, Texas, just north of Dallas.  I live relatively close to Allen in another Dallas suburb.  The gunmen, Mauricio Garcia, slaughtered 8 people, including 3 children, before an Allen police officer who just happened to be on the scene responding to another call killed him.  The incident was the 202nd mass shooting in the U.S. so far this year; meaning we’ve experienced more such events than there have been days in the year.

In response President Joe Biden ordered American flags to be flown at half-mast.  I thought to myself – just keep them there.  At the rate we’re going they should never be raised again – certainly not any time soon.

In his own convoluted reaction to the tragedy, Texas Governor Greg Abbott stated he sees no need for any kind of gun control, but emphasized the need for mental health care.  He’s right about the mental health issue.  Part of the problem is right-wing morons like him still maintain that more guns equals a safer society.  Using that “logic”, the U.S. would be the safest country Earth, as we have more firearms than people.  If that type of convoluted thinking doesn’t count as mental illness, I don’t know what does.

In the immediate aftermath of the Allen massacre, however, Texas State Rep. Tracy King proposed a bill in the state legislature to raise the minimum age to purchase semi-automatic weapons from 18 to 21.  (The legislature meets every other year.)  But this year’s session is coming to a close, so the bill won’t make it to a vote.  And I’m sure, even if it could, the gang of far-right extremists that dominate the legislature would smack it down faster than they would a drag show.

The Allen gunman would probably be happy to see that happen.  He’s joined that dubious pantheon of angry White males who – aside from being afflicted with pencil penis syndrome – are obviously too stupid to address serious issues with conversation, so he breaks out his gun.  Garcia turned out to be a White supremacist who had Nazi regalia tattooed onto his torso, as photos he posted to social media prove.  And, like most White supremacists, he zeroed in on the usual targets: Blacks, Jews, Muslims, immigrants and queers.  Enraged about (unable to cope with) an increasingly diverse America, he opted for the Hitleresque solution – just wipe out as many of “those people” as quickly as possible.

I feel that America has become almost jaded in the face of these massacres.  I just know that more of them loom on the dark horizon.  More helpless people will fall victim to the wrath of angry and/or mentally unstable individuals, which will only prompt more of the “thoughts-and-prayers” bullshit regurgitated by conservative officials who place the value of guns over that of human lives.

So just keep that flag at half mast, Mr. President.  I see no real change in the future, except more bodies.

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Right This

Protesters outside Netflix’s headquarters on May 3 demand better pay and no AI in the writers’ room. Photo: Maya Pontone/Hyperallergic)

On Monday, May 1, the Writers Guild of America went on strike.  It’s the first time professional television and film writers have revolted against the entertainment industry since 2007.  That particular walkout last more than three months and alone cost the state of California $2.1 billion.  Back then the dispute centered on the growing internet market and material being downloaded for very little, if not for free.  The entertainment world’s corporate elites had, of course, remained profitable.

The WGA is still fighting for the usual claims: higher wages, better healthcare benefits and pensions, and – as in 2007 – more compensation when their work shows up on streaming platforms, such as Amazon and Netflix.  According to an industry bulletin, writer pay has fallen, as corporate profits have risen.  Production companies are also hiring fewer writers to do more work.  (Sound familiar?)

But now the writers are also targeting a new entity: artificial intelligence (AI) and in particular the ChatGPT program, which has emerged as a writing tool.  Launched in November 2022 by OpenAI, ChatGPT is still in its development phase, but has curious (threatening?) implications for writing, computer programming and even every day conversations.  In recent years AI has been used to create realistic fake photos and videos.

Didn’t Isaac Asimov warn about things like this?

Dr. Geoffrey Hinton certainly has.  Considered the ‘Godfather of AI’, Hinton has expressed concerns about AI’s rapid expansion across the globe, dubbing it an “existential risk” to true human intelligence and ingenuity.  A decade ago Google brought Hinton on board to help develop its AI platform, and his endeavors ultimately led to the creation of ChatGPT.  Now, perhaps channeling Victor Frankenstein, Hinton declares, “I’ve come to the conclusion that the kind of intelligence we’re developing is very different from the intelligence we have.  So it’s as if you had 10,000 people and whenever one person learned something, everybody automatically knew it.  And that’s how these chatbots can know so much more than any one person.”

Television and film writers still struggle for respect and profitability.  Britanni Nichols, who writes for the popular ABC show “Abbott Elementary”, noted that she could live comfortably off the residuals she’d receive from the network between seasons, since she’d get half her original writing fee.  But now, when those episodes are sold to streaming services, she earns a paltry 5.5% of that fee.

“You’re getting checks for $3, $7, $10,” she explains.  “It’s not enough to put together any sort of consistent lifestyle.  It can really be a real shock. … sometimes you get a stack of checks for $0.07.”

Music artists experienced similar woes with the Spotify streaming service several years ago.  Singers and songwriters found they were earning, on average, less than one cent per day, as the site’s patronage downloaded a vast array of songs.  The animosity grew so intense that singer Taylor Swift pulled her entire song catalog in 2014.  Other artists followed suit, thus setting the stage for a major overhaul of the music streaming concept and business model.  It was dramatic and controversial, but it had to be done.

Other creatives found themselves expressing similar anxieties.  In 2021 artist Jens Haaning caused a stir when the Kunsten Museum of Modern Art in Aalborg, Denmark paid him the equivalent of USD 84,000 to create a modern art piece.  He responded with two blank canvases collectively titled “Take the Money and Run”.  It was his homage to (and protest of) the poor wages painters often receive for commissioned works.  “The work is that I have taken their money,” he said.  Like writing, painting and sculpting aren’t so easy to do.

Author Amy Joy once stated, “Anyone who says writing is easy isn’t doing it right.”  And I often recollect an old story involving the late actress Anne Bancroft and her husband, writer and filmmaker Mel Brooks.  After landing a movie role, Bancroft allegedly held up the script and lamented the amount of dialogue she had to memorize!” – whereupon Brooks replied by a holding up a blank sheet of paper and asked her to imagine putting all that dialogue down on it.

Several years ago, when LinkedIn was still somewhat relevant, I belonged to various writing and art groups.  In one the issue of financial compensation arose, and a handful of misguided souls had the audacity to question why writers – or any artists, for that matter – felt they had the right to be paid for their work.  “No one asked you to be a writer,” declared one visitor.  I pointed out that no one is asked to enter into any kind of profession, not including family and close friends.  (My parents wanted me to go into computer science, which I did when I started college, and quickly discovered how inept I was at it.)  The public doesn’t ask anyone to go into the creative arts – not directly.  But the average accountant, lawyer, architect, cashier or FedEx driver wants to be entertained in one way or another; try as they may, though, they don’t have the talent or discipline to create their own stories or compose their own songs.  Thus, in a subtle manner, they do ask for someone somewhere to do these things for them.  People like to read stories, listen to music and look at beautiful paintings.  Somebody is always ready to respond and create those pleasures.  Thus, they should be respected and be compensated for their endeavors.

All I can say to the WGA folks is to keep writing and keep fighting!  It’s worth the battle.  You and your work are worth the battle!

Bottom image: Dave Whamond

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