Elysian Fields

Let us go, you and I, when the evening is spread out agianst the sky. Oh, do not ask "what is it?" Let us go and make our visit...

Monday, March 28, 2005

Wow, this just gets better and better…

Michael Schiavo, out of the goodness of his heart, stood his ground in refusing to give a Catholic woman a Catholic service despite desperate pleas from the couple who gave birth to the woman. Citing dauntingly persuasive evidence of an anecdote once told to him by his wife that she would not want a Catholic burial, Michael Schiavo bravely fought in the face of contrary circumstantial evidence as well as lack of witnesses to confirm his story. Apparently Terri Schiavo told him of this when she was feeding their pet – the flying pig. Ah Michael, you are just all kinds of kindness…

Saturday, March 26, 2005

No Voice? No Rights!

I have noticed a pattern of late: if you don’t have the ability to communicate your feelings, you are either a) not a human being or b) a dispensable one.

Terri Schaivo is brain damaged, but she is not brain dead. If it is indeed her wish to be starved and dehydrated to death over a 2 to 4 weeks period, fine. But as far as I can tell, the evidence presented does not absolutely support the claim that it is Schaivo’s wish to die: a) this way (i.e. via starvation) or b) after a feeding tube (and not life support) was inserted when she is still conscience (i.e. not brain dead). And all the while this campaign is run by the husband who has 2 kids with another woman… that’s nice. And despite testimony by survivors who came out of such “vegetative” state with the help of rehabilitation testifying that they could hear, see, and feel everything in such a state, it’s somehow less heinous and ok to starve a woman who can’t tell us the pain that she is going through (A woman who recovered stated that she felt the pain of surgery. The doctors did not provide her with anesthetics). And is it just my misunderstanding, or are they starving her to death knowing full well the possibility of her capability to feel thirst, hunger, and pain when her wish to die is still being debated?

Another group of people that apparently have no rights whatsoever are “fetuses”. When it’s a zygote, I’ll agree, I call that a zygote, not a baby. But when it is 6 months old, viable outside of the womb, can hear sounds outside of the womb and can suck it’s thumb, that’s a B-A-B-Y. And as hard as it is for some to understand, babies are actually, human! They are not dogs, not cats, not monkeys, and certainly not just a ball of cells and organisms that can feel no pain. And that’s why it’s so hard for me to understand how people can support partial birth abortions. As we all know, partial birth abortion uses the D & X procedure which pulls the baby out by the feet, stabs the baby in the back of the head to suck out her brain and then pull her out fully to discard. I guess as long as any part of the baby is still in the womb, the baby is not a human being and sucking out her brain is a perfectly ok thing to do. I do hope that I’d live to see the day when people look back at the practice of partial birth abortion like we look back at the Romans who created the games in the Coliseum.

But why stop at people who can’t communicate? If we can create a chart of “human being valuability index”, we’ll have a clear sense every time of an individual’s value, thereby making terminating someone a quicker process (none of this court battle nonsense). So shall we start from fully functioning limbs? For every limb that looses it’s function, we’ll give it a -1, but just to be fair, we’ll give it a -1/2 to disabled people that are at least useful to us like Stephen Hawking. What about non-physicist types? Well they just had better watch out! But who really cares at the end of the day? They are less than fully human anyway.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Vive la Divorce!

Grounds for dissolution or legal separation

Dissolution of the marriage or legal separation of the parties may be based on either of the following grounds, which shall be pleaded generally:

(a) Irreconcilable differences, which have caused the irremediable breakdown of the marriage.

(b) Incurable insanity.

------- California Family Law Code Section 2310

Definition of Irreconcilable differences

Irreconcilable differences are those grounds which are determined by the court to be substantial reasons for not continuing the marriage and which make it appear that the marriage should be dissolved.

--------California Family Law Code Section 2311

Docket #101: Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob - she wants to wear the amulet of blood on her neck, he wants to wear it on his finger: IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES!

Docket #245: Jennifer Lopez and hubby #1, Cris Judd – she sings in the shower, he doesn’t want her to: IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES!

Docket #879: Drew Barrymore and Tom Green – he hates E.T. IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES!

Docket #nochanceinhell: Britney Spears and Kevin Federline – he files for divorce: INCURABLE INSANITY! Oh wait, this hasn’t happened yet… but oh, it will.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Love, True Love

"What does that mean, 'tame'?" "It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."

“if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."

And it is better to have loved and be loved and lost than to have not loved at all, because of the color of the wheat fields.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

GIRLY GIRL

I have recently come to the satisfying conclusion that I am a girly girl not due to gender socialization or gender oppression but by my own nature and volition. I am hesitant to confine myself to any particular schools of feminist thought although I believe in the political, economic, and social substantive equality of women. I am married to the formal equality theory and seduced by cultural feminism. And in the midst of finding my own female identity, I had an epiphany while chatting with a few girlfriends over the recent Times article written by a Harvard professor who stated that men might be genetically more predisposed to hard science. That article raised quite a stir, especially with my friend who wanted to be a geneticist but was never encouraged to do so by her parents. As my girlfriends bonded over feelings of oppression by society and their upbringing, I couldn’t help but wonder, have I been socialized to love pink?

My dad always wanted me to be a scientist. When I was 6 he bought me a chemistry set, when I turned 8 he bought me microscopes and tons of slides with micro-organisms on them. I think I used red dye to make the organisms pink. As a kid I got toys of all “genders” but I preferred my Barbie and not Ken, he wasn’t pretty, especially after the unfortunate incident when I accidentally tore off his head (no, it was not a feminist statement). My parents raised me to believe that I could be anything that I wanted to be (among other professions, my dad also encouraged me to be an astronaut) and it was then I came to the conclusion that: this is just who I am. I like pink. I like frilly skirts. I like men opening doors for me and offering to carry heavy things for me and quite frankly, I never understood women who think that to be degrading. I don’t think any man who has ever opened a door for me believed that I wouldn't be able to figure out how to operate a doorknob on my own. Indeed, I believe many men were chivalrously “helping” me while knowing that I would kick his butt in whatever competition we’re engaged in at the time. Seriously though, why not benefit from all aspects of being a woman? What’s so bad about letting him carry your case files while knowing that he knows that you will rip him to shreds the courtroom?

After 4 ½ years, Chris still opens the car door for me and I see that as a tremendous show of chivalry and respect. I love him for that. The bottom line is: I love being a woman. And as long as I live, I will fight for women’s rights while climbing that success ladder in adorable pink Gucci pumps.