To make this week’s Misogynist Soup, you will need the following ingredients:
- UC Berkeley Republican bake sale organizers.
- Saudi Arabia.
- The designers behind the “Anna Rexia” Halloween costume.
… Go Bears?
Image via KDRV.
In opposition to a bill that would potentially allow the UC school system to consider race and gender (as well as ethnicity, national origin, geographic origin, household income and other relevant information) as admissions factors, UC Berkeley Republican students organized a “satirical” counter: a bake sale.
Instead of the typical flat fee for botched Betty Crocker, the treats are priced according to race and sex. For the same product, Native Americans will be charged 25 cents, African Americans 75 cents, Latinos $1, Asians $1.50, whites $2 and women as a whole will receive a 25 cent discount. “If you don’t come, you’re a racist,” the group declared. Insightful.
The point of the event, other than to get rich or die trying, is to “highlight how racist and sexist affirmative action is”. Okay. While affirmative action isn’t a flawless effort, it attempts to create equal footing by benefitting underrepresented groups with a history of discrimination. Let’s take a looksie at a very small window of that discrimination: In 2007, white women earned 78 cents for every dollar a man earned in similar jobs with similar levels of education. Black women, on the other hand, earned 69 cents. Latina women earned 59 cents. There’s a pattern here somewhere.
“We agree that the event is inherently racist, but that is the point,” Berkeley College Republican President Shawn Lewis said. “It is no more racist than giving an individual an advantage in college admissions based solely on their race or gender.”
Is it also no more racist or sexist than giving an individual an advantage in life based solely on being a white male? Just wondering.
Half a population with no voice.
Image via Hurriyet Daily News.
Saudi Arabia, the only country in the world with the good sense to ban women from driving, has decided to let them vote.
But not in this Thursday’s election or anything. In four years. Progress!
King Abdullah, King of Saudi Arabia and stealer of my heart, announced Sunday that come 2015 — that’s three years after the end of the world — women will be allowed to vote and run in municipal elections. “We refuse to marginalize the role of women in Saudi society,” he said. For a brief moment, crickets in Portugal could be heard.
Meanwhile, municipal official hopeful Fouad al-Farhan, who formerly found himself behind bars for his criticism of the government, discovered that he’d been withdrawn without explanation from the upcoming election. In other words, welcome to monarchy, girls! Checkmate.
But really, what does it all mean? In addition to the lack of legal command over their own transportation, Saudi women are still required to have the permission of their husbands or a male family member in order to leave the country, get a job, open a bank account, go to school and undergo some medical procedures. Are we expected to believe that the average family is going to excitedly jump into the car together — Dad at the wheel, naturally — and cast their votes in their segregated lines? Or is this an illusion of strides towards equality that will be silenced by the eldest son merely telling his sister “no”?
While this is a relatively bold move for Saudi Arabia and I can’t be upset at any semblance of advancement, perhaps giving women the ability to get to the polls would be a better place to start than telling them they essentially may or may not be able to vote four years from now.
… Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?
Image via Ricky’s.
Despite the fact that one in 200 American women suffers from anorexia, two to three in 100 American women suffer from bulimia and eating disorders have the highest mortality rate of any mental illness, a skeleton dress managed to make the cut as an acceptable sale item for the beauty and costume store Ricky’s.
The costume, titled “Anna Rexia” and labeled as such with a heart on the dress, lest fellow party-goers have any question about what you’re supposed to be, was pulled from the website following controversy. However, it remains for sale at several other online costume retailers. No one really knows why.
To suggest that a disorder with a mortality rate 12 times higher than the death rate of all causes of death for females ages 15-24 years old is somehow sexy, glamorous or fun is horrifying.
Combine all ingredients and bring them to a boil, much like my blood pressure is at the moment. You’ll know it’s done when it tastes like misogyny with a hint of “please tell me this isn’t real life.” Enjoy!